Page 37 of His Little Sapphire

She gasps, but she can’t conceal the strong scent of arousal coming from her pussy and, frankly, her pores.

“If I have to strap you down, I will also go ahead and use the next size dildo inside you until you come again on this table. Is that what you want?”

She clenches her legs even though they won’t come fully together. She shakes her head rapidly. “I don’t like that thing inside me,” she argues again.

I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Is that why you came so hard with it inside you?”

Whimpers fill the room. Damn, I love her.

I gently lower her to her back. “Hands above your head, Baby girl.”

She squeezes her breasts tighter and shakes her head. Her lips are pursed. The pheromones leaking from her are thick. I bet her pussy is soaked. She’s wiggling on the table now, drawing her knees up and trying to pull them together.

I set one hand on her tummy, firm enough to ensure she won’t roll off the table and one on the top of her head. I lean over and kiss her, knowing that alone will soften her. And it does.

My sweet Little girl moans into my mouth the second I swipe her lips with my tongue. She opens for me, letting me deepen the kiss. Her heart is racing under my palm. I look her in the eyes as I suck her bottom lip slowly into my mouth and nick it quickly.

She moans again. She’s starting to relax.

I release her lip and nibble a path around to her ear. “Let Papi make you feel good, Baby girl,” I whisper.

Her body shudders and then relaxes further when I nick her neck. “Papi…” she whispers.

I kiss my way back to her mouth and speak with a millimeter between our lips. “Hands above your head, Baby girl.”

She shakes her head. “It’s wrong,” she whispers.

I stroke her tummy with my fingers, swiping the undersides of her breasts because her palms aren’t large enough to cover them completely. “It’s not wrong, Little one. Life is supposed to be pleasurable. I promise.”

Her lip quivers as she stares at me. “You make me feel all funny.”

I smile. “I’m glad, Little one. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“No one ever told me it could be like this,” she murmurs nervously.

“It was cruel of anyone to keep this from you. They lied to you, Little one. Sex is amazing. Let Papi show you.”

“Are you going to put your, uh, penis in me?”

“Soon. Not today. That’s why I got the graduated dildos. They will help stretch out your pussy so you’ll be able to accommodate me better.” At least she’s talking to me. Her body isn’t fighting against me right now. Her mind is, but it’s losing.

I know I’m manipulating her but coddling her won’t help. Inevitably she will be in my bed, often. It’s unavoidable. Letting her spend days worrying about it isn’t helpful. It won’t change the outcome.

“Do you want Papi to secure your hands above your head, or will you hold them there on your own? Last chance.”

She gives her breasts a last squeeze and lifts her small hands above her head with a deep shudder.

“That’s a good girl. Would you like Papi to hold them?” I set my much larger palm over both of hers.

She nods slowly. She’s breathing heavily. Her chest is rising and falling. Her nipples are so hard and thick. They’ll be sensitive. I want to suckle them if for no other reason than to listen to the sexy noises she makes when I do so.

With one hand still on her belly, the other holding her wrists, I kiss her lips before shifting my attention to her breasts.

She whimpers delightfully as soon as I flick my tongue over her nipple.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it, Baby girl?” I do it again.

She nods.

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