He lowers to his knees between my legs and leans over me, planting his palms on either side of my bouncy seat. “Little girls need a lot of rules, and so far, I’ve only told you one. Which rule did Papi give you, naughty girl?”
I purse my lips and squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t know what he’s going to do with the spoon, but my curiosity is piqued more than it’s ever been. Instinct tells me he will never injure me. The same instinct tells me he’s going to be firm and demanding for the rest of my life.
The tight ball in my tummy is flipping around. I try to pull my legs together, but they won’t budge. They’re forced wider than usual by the thick flap between them. I can feel my pulse beating in my nipples.
“Let’s go over a few more rules just to get that out of the way. One, no running in the house. Two, no climbing on furniture for any reason. You will keep your feet on the floor unless Papi picks you up to sit on the couch or a chair. You won’t be left unsupervised on any furniture. Three, no standing in your crib or climbing out of it. Four, no standing in your playpen or climbing out of it. Five, no opening the front or back door without Papi unless the house is on fire. Six, no masturbating. That means no playing with your titties or your pussy. I know it feels good, but Papi decides when you deserve to feel pleasure.”
My breathing is shallow as I try to remember everything he’s said. I’m not going to be able to, and I can’t believe how strict he intends to be. It’s maddening. Furniture? I can’t even sit on the couch? I glance over at it.
Papi follows my gaze. “It’s too high, Little one. Papi’s furniture isn’t safe for you to climb on without supervision. You might fall and get hurt.”
I have about a million arguments, but he’s cornered me while I’m in my silent stage. Damn him.
“Yesterday I insisted on you saying one word to avoid going to the doctor. Today, I’m going to require two words, and I’m going to make it easy on you. I’ll provide the two words. They are yes, Papi. Now, did you understand my rules?”
I swallow. “Yes, Papi.”
He smiles. “That sounds so nice. Did I tell you what would happen if you played with your titties?”
“Yes, Papi,” I whisper.
“Did I say I would spank you?”
“Yes, Papi.”
“Did I say I would spank your bottom?”
I hesitate, thinking. He did not specify my bottom. Shoot. And no isn’t one of my words, so I shake my head.
He chuckles. “You are a very sharp Little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Papi.” This earns me a bigger laugh from Papi.
He picks up the wooden spoon. “If you can’t keep from touching your nipples, it’s only fitting that Papi should spank your naughty buds, isn’t it?”
I lick my lips.
He waits, brow raised.
“Yes, Papi.”
“Good girl. Same goes for your pussy. Don’t you think if you play with your clit, I should spank your clit?”
I gulp as my entire body shudders. “Yes, Papi.”
“Now, I’ve been thinking about what Dankin said on the starship before we left for Eleadia, and I’ve spoken to both doctors here several times in the last few days. I’ve decided that what Dankin said is most likely true.”
My face heats a few hundred degrees because I know what he’s going to say, and I’m mortified.
He drops down onto his hands again, bringing his face inches from mine. “Look at Papi.”
I obey him because I’m incapable of not doing so.
“I think you’ve been drinking your bottles without fussing not because you’re a sweet, good, obedient Little girl but because you don’t want Papi to put that clamp on your delicate titties. Am I right?”
I blow out a breath, thinking I’ve dodged this bullet. He doesn’t know the truth. “Yes, Papi.”
He grins, and my tummy sinks. Perhaps I’m not quite as lucky as I thought. “But see that doesn’t make any sense. My naughty Little girl has her heels dug in so deep that she won’t even speak or try to roll over. She avoids my gaze because looking at me makes her heart race faster. She doesn’t like me to hold her because it physically hurts not to ask me to let her come.”
I’m panting. He has read me correctly all this time. I’m foolish.
“Why would my naughty Baby girl take a bottle without fussing?”
I swallow hard, heart pounding in my ears.
“Could it be because my Little girl is a bit of a pain slut, and she wants me to put that clamp on her titty?”
I purse my lips.
“Mmm…” He pretends to think. “But then I ask myself, why not just refuse to suck her bottles if she wants the clamp? And I finally came up with an answer. My precious Baby girl is afraid she will moan with pleasure and probably even orgasm from the pent up need that’s been growing, and she’s so embarrassed for Papi to find out how badly she craves the pain that she’s avoiding it.” He lifts that brow in question again.
I hold my breath. Dammit.
He waits.
I stare, breathing heavily. I don’t need him to tell me that my pheromones are filling the room. I’m human, and even I can smell my arousal. It’s potent. It’s not just because he’s right. The thought of him attaching that evil clamp to my nipple makes me want to cry out. Discussing it is almost enough. But the way Papi delivered his speech was also so hot. As if dominating me by calling me out on my bullshit is enough to make me come.
I can’t stay still another moment. I arch my chest and moan.
