She giggles again and sets her cheek on my shoulder. “Okay, Papi.”
Thank the heavens. I can’t believe how well this is going. I step up to the closed door of my office and hesitate.
“Are you nervous about me knowing what you do for work?” she asks.
“Very.”
She cups my face with both hands. “Why? Are you a secret spy for the government?”
I chuckle. “Hmm. Sometimes.”
Her eyes widen.
I laugh again. “Only in fiction.” I open the door and step into my favorite space in the world. Well, it was my favorite until I added a nursery and then a mate. Now that room is my new favorite, but this one is a close second.
Her eyes widen and she gasps. “What… Are you a graphic designer like me?”
I shake my head, but I can see why she would think that since there are giant prints of book covers on the walls and all over the room. “Nope. I don’t have an eye for art. I’m a science fiction author. I hire other people to do the art.” I pull in a deep breath. “Maybe you’d be interested in designing my covers…”
She inhales sharply and faces me, not blinking before she wraps her tiny arms around my neck and squeezes me tightly. “Really? You’d let me do that?”
“Of course. But only if it’s something you’d like to do.”
She bounces on my hip. “Papi, I would love to do that! I’d be honored.”
I wrap a hand around her hip to steady her. “Be careful with that arm, Little one. I don’t want you to bonk it into anything and reinjure it.”
She lifts it. “It’s fine, Papi. It doesn’t hurt at all. I think you fixed it with your weird serum.”
“I assume my serum helps, but let’s not take chances.” I lift a brow.
“Yes, Papi. I’ll be careful. When can I read your books?”
I chuckle. “Would you like to do that instead of the rest of your list today?”
She shakes her head, sending her pigtails flying. “Not a chance. I’ll start reading tomorrow.”
I brush a lock of hair from her face as I back out of the room. I started putting her hair in curly pigtails several days ago. She’s never said a word about whether or not she likes them, but until an hour ago, she wasn’t speaking to me in full sentences.
I back out of the office and close the door before heading for her nursery where I lay her on the changing table. “Are you sure about this clamp?” I nod toward it where it sits on the shelf in her line of sight. I set it there on purpose when we got home, uncertain if it would be intimidating or tempting. Apparently it was tempting.
“Yes.” She lifts h er arms above her head without my coaxing. “It will be like a really hard spanking. I want to feel the sharp pain.”
As soon as I restrain her wrists, she arches her chest and moans.
I palm one of her breasts and thumb the nipple, making it pebble. “My Little girl really does like to be restrained. Do not pull on that strap around your cast, Baby girl. I mean it.”
She whimpers, not responding.
I move to the end of the table, spread her knees wide, and restrain her bent legs before adding another strap across her tummy. Finally I remove her diaper.
She’s glistening with arousal, and the scent fills the entire room. I’ve missed touching her intimately. I’m going to make up for the past two weeks in about an hour. She won’t even know how many orgasms she’s had when I’m done with her.
“Please, Papi,” she begs.
I come to her side, lean over, and suckle one of her nipples hard.
She squirms and arches, her soft moans musical.
While I’m sucking, I grab the clamp from the shelf, and the moment I release her titty with a pop, I line up the clamp and push the button.
Ava screams as her entire body stiffens.
I’m not at all sure about this, but when I look at her face, I find a combination of pain and pleasure. Somehow her brow is contorted, but she’s also smiling.
I won’t leave the clamp on until it releases itself. That seems like far too long for this first time. But I give it about thirty seconds and then release it.
Ava is panting. “Oh, God. That really is evil. I love it.” She lifts her head and glances down. “Is my nipple still attached to my boob?”
I kiss the offended tip lightly. “Yep. It’s angry and red, though. You still want me to do the other one?”
“Yes. Definitely. They have to match.”
I’m grinning as I lean across to suckle her other titty before quickly clamping it next.
Ava arches and cries out. She uses a few choice cuss words, which I will spank her for later. I assume she’ll enjoy it.
When I release it, she winces.
