On the fifth day, she has not spoken a word yet, and I know she’s capable, so I gather her up, settle her in her stroller, and secure her with buckles. “We’re going to the clinic this morning, Little one.”

She furrows her brows and arches her entire body forward as I tighten the five-point harness. I had no idea she had that kind of strength. I did suspect she was holding back, but not this much. She’s demonstrating a lot of strength in her effort to buck against the straps.

I smile at her. “Ah, so you have gotten some of your mobility back.” I pluck the pacifier from her mouth. “What about speech? Is there anything you’d like to say to Papi?”

She growls and looks away, twisting her head so she’s staring at the side of the stroller.

I lean in and kiss her forehead. It’s the most intimate I’ve been with her since we arrived. I won’t pressure her to experience pleasure while she’s not able to sit up or crawl. It can wait.

The fact that she’s so strong firmly solidifies my belief that she could speak if she were willing. “Here’s the thing, Ava. You need to meet certain milestones. You should have regained your ability to speak by now. Since you have not, I’m taking you to the doctor. I will take you every single day if I need to because it’s concerning.”

She scowls.

I tap her nose. “My primary concern is always going to be your health and safety. If you’re not progressing physically or emotionally, then you need medical attention. I have no choice but to assume you’re either too stubborn to speak because you’re frustrated with your situation or you secretly enjoy numerous trips to the doctor.” I shrug nonchalantly. “I know how aroused you get when the doctor spreads your bottom open wide with the probe. Perhaps you’d benefit from a deeper rectal exam today. I can request a deep enema. Do you know what an enema is, Baby girl?” I know she does, but I’m hoping the suggestion will snap her out of her stubborn refusal to speak.

She twists her head to the side again, not willing to look at me.

I pretend she needs an explanation. “An enema is when the doctor puts a long tube up inside your bottom and fills it with a cleaning solution. You’ll hold it for a while and then release it. Little girls who get as aroused as you do from the probe often enjoy the thorough cleaning of an enema.”

She shakes her head.

“No? That doesn’t sound like fun?”

She turns to face me and stares at me with daggers coming out of her eyes. She lowers her gaze to my hand, which is holding her pacifier, and reaches out.

Ah, so she has far more mobility than she has let on. Interesting since she has done nothing to strengthen herself.

I have an idea. “If you can say one word to me, we won’t go to the doctor today. It can’t be no, and it has to have at least two syllables and be understandable. If you’re too stubborn to utter a single word, you must really want your bottom cleaned out.”

This is going to backfire on me if I’m guessing wrong and she’s truly not able to speak, but I’m confident she’s just stubborn.

She draws in a deep breath, glances toward the sliding doors in the kitchen that lead out to the backyard, and licks her lips. “Outside,” she says, clear as day.

I’m beaming. It’s the first time I’ve heard her voice since the night I met her. I’ve missed her so much. “Outside? You want to go outside?”

She nods without looking at me.

“So, you don’t want an enema today?”

Her cheeks turn pink as she shakes her head.

“Okay, then. I’ll cancel the appointment, and we can go outside.” I’ve taken her out there every day since we arrived. I stand to push her stroller out the back door. “I bet you like the colors, huh? There are so many more colors here than you have on Earth, and they are so vibrant. How about if I put a blanket down in the grass so you can lie on it and look around? Papi will do some work on the patio while you soak up the sunshine.”

I jog to my office to grab my computer before rolling the stroller outside, unfastening her, and lifting her out to settle her on a blanket.

When she reaches out toward me with one arm, opening and closing her hand, I know what she wants. I consider making her ask for it, but I already told her she needed to speak just one word, so I put her pacifier in her palm.

The naughty girl brings it right to her mouth without help. She’s been playing me. Next, she points at the sun and then her naked chest.

I frown while I try to figure out her sign language.

She points at the sun again before covering her breasts with both hands.

“Ah, you’re worried about sunburn. You won’t get burned here. Your formula has properties that naturally protect your skin from the sun, Baby girl. You never need to worry about getting burned.”

She stares at me, blinking as she processes my words, still covering her breasts.

I kneel next to her, grab her wrists, and gently guide her hands to her sides. “You don’t have to worry about the sun, but you do have to worry about Papi spanking you if you can’t keep your fingers away from your little titties.”

Her eyes go wide, and she stops the vicious sucking.

I bend over and kiss each nipple before lifting my gaze to hers again. Now is as good a time as any to tell her about the tradition of nipple piercing. “That’s a hard rule, Baby girl. Your pretty nipples will always be exposed and sensitive. You kept your eyes closed the entire time we were at the clinic the other day, so I don’t think you noticed this, but Eleadian males adorn our mates’ nipples with gemstones. I’ve already spoken to the jeweler, Ekert, about choosing stones for you. As soon as you’re more acclimated and mobile, I’ll take you to get these titties pierced.” I kiss them again and flick them each with my tongue.

Ava arches her chest, whimpering as she shakes her head. Even though we’re outside in the open air and she’s wearing a diaper, I can smell her arousal.

I continue my explanation because I enjoy her physical reaction, including the fact that her nipples are rock hard points. “Remember how it felt for Papi to prick your titties the night we met? The wash of arousal that consumed you? Well, imagine what it will feel like to have little hoops dangling from your precious buds all the time. Papi can just lean over and lick them to drive you wild. The tiny open hole will constantly be susceptible to my saliva.”

She tugs on her arms with surprising strength. I can’t tell for sure if she’s angry with me or not because she’s about to come. If I touched her clit right now, she would reach orgasm instantly. That’s how potent her arousal is.

“Hmmm. I think the thought of getting your titties pierced makes you hotter than the thought of having your bottom cleaned out. I’ll remember that.” I release her and rise to leave her with her thoughts and internal turmoil.

She’s at war with herself. I’ve spoken to enough Papis to know the signs. She’s not the first Little girl to arrive on Eleadia and feel such deep resentment. Everyone assures me she will not hold out forever. She can’t.

Her body is aligning more with mine every day. She won’t be able to ignore the pull. It’s powerful. I can feel it growing every day, too. In addition, I haven’t taken my cock in my own hand or used any artificial means to reach orgasm since we arrived. I want to, but I’m waiting for her. She’s not getting relief, so I’m not either.

“She can’t hold out forever,” I mutter to myself as I sit down on the patio and open my laptop. I should be writing, but it’s difficult to focus on the words when all I want to do is watch my Little girl squirm on the blanket.

Chapter Twelve

Ava

Papi tricked me into speaking yesterday, and it was worth it because I got to lie in the sun and look at all the pretty flowers for so long that I also took a nap on the blanket. It was peaceful listening to the sounds of nature and staring at all the beautiful colors. It’s mesmerizing. There is no way to describe how many more colors there are here.

I know in my heart I’m going to be okay, but I’m fighting him every step of the way. Not speaking or moving backfired on me. I’m feeling slightly more surly about it today, too, because I assume Papi is going to threaten me with humiliating medical exams in exchange for me making the progress he wants. I’d rather he just leave me alone and let me stew with my anger for a while.

I have new problems, too. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he told me he was going to have my nipples pierced. Told me. He didn’t ask me if I wanted needles pushed through my tender buds. He told me. I hate that he informed me of my demise so nonchalantly as if he were letting me know we would go to the park next week.

My nipples are a constant source of aggravation. They tingle even though Papi hasn’t pricked them or any other part of me since we arrived on Eleadia. They tingle anyway, sometimes to the point of aching. I want him to touch them, suck on them…prick them. Yes, I actually crave that sensation. The sharp bite of pain.

When Papi told me I’m not permitted to touch my titties yesterday, I nearly hyperventilated. His dominance is so over the top. It’s all-inclusive. It has no end. He dominates me in every aspect of my life, and every time he adds to it, my plight worsens.

I’m lying on the floor in a playpen in the great room where I’m supposed to be working on building my strength and improving my fine motor skills. There’s a mobile hanging over me. Papi wants me to play with it. I want to go outside again and look at the sky and the flowers.

I also want to talk to Mia, but I’m scared to see her. I bet she isn’t the least bit embarrassed to have been claimed by a giant Daddy who is undoubtedly Babying her the way Ganrax is me. I’m mortified, though. I’m not like Mia. This isn’t a lifestyle I would have chosen for myself.

Papi insists I will eventually realize I’m submissive and suited for life as his mate, but I can’t wrap my head around it, and I don’t want to.

Even when I was a young child, I never really saw myself getting married. I didn’t like the relationship my mother and father had, so I vowed I would not make the same mistakes.