The piercings are stunning, though. The hoops are dainty, but the pink morganite stones are large. They sparkle in the light when I move. I lift both my hands toward my nipples even though one is in a cast.
Papi stops me, gently guiding my arms away. “The stones are a symbol of my eternal love for you. You will wear them proudly. You will not try to hide them. I expect you to keep your shoulders back and your chest forward so everyone can see them. Their weight will serve as a constant reminder that you are mine. Part of that submission means only I decide when to stroke your tender titties. I will do so as often as I please. You will learn to accept the touch of my fingers or my tongue on your swollen buds on my timeline, not yours.”
I’m panting as I stare at him. I haven’t wet myself, but my diaper is getting soaked anyway from my arousal. Papi is going to keep me aroused like this for the rest of my life, isn’t he?
Chapter Seventeen
Ava
“Ava!”
I giggle and squirm as I spot Mia running toward me. Papi has me propped on one hip, and he won’t let me go.
“Please can I get down, Papi?”
“No, Baby girl. Wait for me to spread out a blanket. No walking yet today,” he admonishes.
We’re at a park. There are about six Little girls playing on the playground equipment. When Mia spotted me, she turned my direction and started running. Her gait is awkward with the thick diaper between her legs, but it doesn’t last long because a giant Eleadian man, whom I assume is Surgient, her Papi, swoops her off the ground, halting her movement.
Papi is walking toward them, but we’re not quite close enough to hear what Surgient is saying. I can tell by his stern expression he’s admonishing her.
“What is she in trouble for, Papi?” I ask.
“Probably not so much for running. We try to let our Littles run free in the grass where they aren’t as likely to get injured. Most likely for taking off without permission.”
I shiver. Permission… To jog a few yards away from her Papi…
My Papi lowers his face to my neck and inhales deeply before whispering in my ear. “You need permission to step more than a few feet away from me, too, Little one. If you wander off, I will spank your bottom in front of everyone at the park while they watch, understood?”
My breath hitches.
“Do you know why?”
“Because you’re an overprotective alien giant?” I taunt.
He chuckles. “Because it makes your pussy cream for me when I give you strict rules.”
I sigh and go limp against his shoulder. “Fine.” No sense arguing with that logic.
Keeping me on his hip, Papi stops to spread out a blanket while I watch my friend listening to her Papi with eager anticipation. Finally Surgient finishes his lecture and carries Mia toward me.
She looks contrite, but her smile quickly returns as they reach the blanket. “You’re here,” she exclaims.
I feel so weird meeting up with my best friend of so many years with freshly pierced nipples and a diaper, but she’s too polite to point out the elephant and instead reaches out to hug me.
We’re both still being held on a hip, but the men lower us to the blanket.
Ganrax squats behind me and holds me up by my hips, supporting me without being intrusive of the giant hug Mia gives me.
When our embrace is over, Papi sits me on my diaper and whispers in my ear, “Your bottom stays on this blanket, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Surgient and I will give you some time to talk, but only if you can stay on the blanket and not try to wander off.”
I gasp when he leans me back and plants a kiss on both of my nipples. They are still kind of numb, but the effect of his piercing is wearing off. Left behind is a tingly sensation that is going to make it difficult for me to keep from touching them.
To make matters worse, my sadistic Papi flicks his tongue over them one at a time, letting his serum slide into the newly punctured holes.
“Papi…”
He sits me up, makes sure I’m steady, and then leaves with Surgient to sit on a park bench several yards away.
Mia is flushed and grinning when I meet her gaze. “They’re so pretty,” she says, looking at my nipples.
“So are yours,” I respond, staring at hers. I’m pretty sure her stones are turquoise.
She glances down, shakes them a bit, and giggles. Then she sobers and points at my arm. “What happened?”
“I fell and broke my arm.” I’m stating the obvious.
She cringes. “Does it hurt?”
“Not as bad as my bottom is going to hurt when Papi eventually spanks me for climbing out of the crib.”
Mia covers her mouth and gasps, eyes wide. “You did not.”
I nod. “I’m a bit rebellious about this whole age-play thing, as you can imagine.”
