Chapter 12

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.

My father is an ass. He’s demanding and overbearing. He thinks women belong in the home cooking, cleaning, and raising babies. My mother is a weakling. She does his bidding and lets him control everything, including finances.

At eighteen, I left home and never returned. I swore I wouldn’t live that kind of life. I’ve dated and had sex, but I’ve never let anyone control me.

And now look at me. I’m lying in a playpen. I’m wearing a diaper, and I’ve been coerced into eagerly sucking from a bottle on a regular schedule in order to avoid the threat of that wicked clamp Dankin introduced to Papi.

That stupid clamp sits on a shelf next to my changing table so that every time I’m strapped to the table, I’m forced to look at it while Papi changes me. It’s a constant reminder.

I’m so fucked up and twisted that Papi has no understanding about why I avoid that clamp. Sure, I drain every bottle so he won’t use it on me, but it’s not because I don’t want him to attach it to my titty. It’s because I do .

I remember what it felt like well because for me it was only five days ago. When I close my eyes and go into my head, I can still feel the biting pain I felt when Dankin clamped my titty with that evil device.

The pain was grounding. Yes, it shocked me and scared the hell out of me at first, but minutes after it was removed, I was still reeling from the effects. He’d only left it dangling from my bud a few seconds, but it was long enough for me to feel the weight of it tugging on my swollen nipple.

It was long enough for me to never forget.

It was long enough for me to crave that sharp pain every time I glance at it.

It’s so embarrassing, and I never want Papi to find out. It’s a catch twenty-two because if I refuse a bottle in order to get him to torture my titty, he would know I did it on purpose because with each passing day in which I get no relief for my growing arousal, I’m more likely to come the second it grips me.

I suck harder on my pacifier, which is another thing that infuriates me. I’m addicted to it. Sure, I’m using it to avoid talking, but I also suck it hard nearly all the time. It takes my mind off the constant ball of need in my tummy, my tingling hard titties, and my throbbing pussy.

When I’m awake, I squirm constantly. Hopefully Papi thinks it’s because I’m acting my part of Baby girl, but it’s really because I’m trying to rub my pussy against the diaper.

There’s never enough contact, though. I can’t get what I need by attempting to grind my clit against the soft material, and my legs won’t come together enough to put pressure on my pussy.

The power of our bond is very strong. Denying it is impossible. He doesn’t need to pierce me with his quill for me to feel the magnetic connection. I want him. I want him inside me. I want to feel the weight of him on top of me. I want to suck his cock and swallow everything he offers me.

My need to be smothered by him is so profound I can’t stand it. Why can’t we just be two people who can’t stand to be parted and fuck like bunnies all the time? Why must I be expected to submit so deeply in order for him to give me the affection we both crave?

He’s sitting at the kitchen table working. I don’t even know what he does for a job. I’ve never asked. He didn’t tell me before we left Earth, and the only information I’ve gotten out of him since then has been what he volunteers. I certainly haven’t asked questions, though I have many.

When he finally stops working, closes his computer, and comes to check on me, he frowns. “You’re not going to get stronger and be able to walk around if you don’t try, Baby girl. I thought you were feistier than this.”

He’s got a point. Part of me knows I’m only hurting myself by being so obstinate. But I’m holding out. It’s all I have in a game I can’t win.

He moves the mobile out of the way and carefully lifts me into his arms, making sure my head is supported by his hand. I’m certain I can hold my head up on my own, but I don’t even try.

My tummy grumbles, and I know it’s time to eat, but he surprises me by lowering me into a bouncy seat. He’s put me in it a few times, but not when he’s going to feed me. He always feeds me cradled in his arms.

Why am I disappointed? I should be glad he isn’t going to be touching so much of me. My need for him is so much stronger when he holds me and off the charts when he rolls me forward so my naked breasts rub against his warm pecs.

Papi parts my legs wider than necessary and pulls a thick padded flap up between them before buckling me in at the waist on both sides.

I kick and squirm and arch my chest. My breathing grows labored every time he restrains me even in a situation as simple as this one. I’m so needy that I barely have the wherewithal to keep from grabbing my nipples. I’m not strong enough to leave them alone altogether, though. I press my biceps inward, squeezing my breasts.

Papi lifts a brow. “What did I say about playing with your naughty little tittles, Ava?”

I gasp. He said he would spank me. Right now, that sounds like heaven. For one thing, it would mean releasing me from the bouncy seat. For another thing, it would mean removing this stupid diaper—at least long enough to swat my bottom.

I crave the contact. I want his palm on me. I want to feel the pain. I hope he’s not gentle. I’m literally bouncing in the stupid bouncy seat out of excitement.

Instead of unfastening my waist, Papi picks up my wrists and pulls them over my head. A second later, he wraps a thick padding around them and attaches it somewhere behind the bouncy seat.

I stop breathing. What’s he doing? My arms are stretched so tight up behind me that my breasts are forced high. They literally ache from lack of contact. I’ve gained some weight from Papi’s constant bottle feedings, and my breasts are tight and heavy.

Papi leaves me like this and walks away, leaving me twisting my head around, craning to see what he’s doing, but I can’t see behind me. All I can see is my biceps.

When he returns, I’m panting. He’s holding a small wooden spoon, and he plucks the pacifier from my mouth so fast I don’t have time to clamp down on it and make it difficult for him.

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.

Papi leans forward and plants a soft kiss on each nipple, causing me to writhe with need.

“Answer me, Little one. Did Papi get everything right?”

“Yes, Papi.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “I can work with that. When you’re stronger, we can have a long chat about your needs. I want to meet them. If you have a bit of a masochistic, kinky side, I’ll be happy to fill it for you. We’ll set some boundaries to be sure you’re never injured, emotionally or physically. Okay?”

“Yes, Papi.” I can’t believe what he’s offering me. Did he actually say we could negotiate some kink play? I was under the impression there would be no negotiating in this relationship. I’m leery.

He smiles. “Don’t misunderstand me, Ava. My rules are firm. They are in place for your safety. You are my life partner. I intend to spend centuries with you. I will never put you in any kind of danger, nor will I allow you to take risks. I traveled a year to find you. Our bond is unbreakable. It would destroy me if anything happened to you. Can you understand that?”

I nod, feeling contrite. “Yes, Papi.”

“Good girl.” He beams, the most pleased I’ve seen him since we got home.

Home…

“Now, I’m going to spank your titties with this wooden spoon. It will hurt, but I suspect you’re looking forward to it. I won’t let you come, though. Papi decides when you get to have pleasure. Not you. If you touch yourself, I will punish you, which might make the need worse, but it won’t give you relief.”

Shit . “Yes, Papi.” I’m resigned. It’s like I’m constantly being edged. It’s part of his life. It’s kind of titillating, and I might love it if it weren’t for the Babying.

Papi wraps his huge hand around one of my breasts to hold it steady before he swats my nipple three times. Hard and fast.

I cry out from the pain. It burns, and he doesn’t rub it or kiss the angry bud to soothe it afterward. He barely even hesitates before grabbing the other breast and treating it to the same painful spanking.

Tears are running down my face as he sets the spoon aside. My titties are angry and swollen. They’re throbbing, and so is my clit. Wetness is running out of my pussy.

Papi wipes my tears away and kisses my forehead. “Ready for your bottle now, Baby girl?”

“Yes, Papi.”