I stiffen and arch my chest the scant distance I’m capable of. “No. Papi. Please. Please let me come.” I’m not afraid to beg.
“Look at me, Baby girl.”
I force myself to meet his gaze, my bottom lip trembling.
“You enjoyed having your bottom spanked,” he states.
I nod. No sense denying it. My heated flesh is half the reason I’m so wet. It burns deliciously.
“You liked it when I pricked your nipples too.” He’s stating obvious facts.
I nod again.
“How aroused are you on a scale of one to ten?”
“Fifteen,” I blurt.
He smiles. “I bet you wouldn’t like me to leave you like this.”
I shake my head. “Please,” I beg again. “Please, Papi. I need to come so badly.”
Papi dips his head to my chest and suckles one of my titties again. Moments later, he pricks my nipple. He does it again and again in several spots. The pain is so good, and the serum he injects me with is making my entire body hum with the most insistent need I can fathom.
When he switches to the other nipple, I think I might pass out. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. It’s crawling up my spine.
The moment Papi releases my titty, he moves his hand from my pelvis to my pussy and thrusts two fingers into me.
I scream as my orgasm instantly consumes me. I can’t breathe or think. All I can do is pulse. My entire body is jerking with the release. It’s so intense my vision blurs. I’m only aware of how good I feel. Everywhere. Inside and out.
Papi is still thrusting his fingers as my orgasm begins to subside. Instead of removing them, he lines the other two up with my bottom and thrusts them in also.
I can’t catch my breath. I’m climbing to another orgasm as his thumb rubs my clit. My world has shrunk to nothing but pleasure. Pleasure I never imagined existed. Almost too much.
When I come a second time, I don’t scream. I can’t. I’m too far gone to make my voice work. I don’t even think I’m breathing. Waves and waves of pleasure consume me. It doesn’t stop until Papi eases up on his thrusts and finally pulls his fingers out of me.
I flinch when he bends to kiss my nipples, grateful that he doesn’t prick them again. They’re so sensitive. Swollen and tingling. So is my clit.
It takes a while for me to focus on him, and he’s smiling down at me. “I’m the luckiest Papi in the universe,” he tells me.
I can’t even respond. I know I’m the luckiest female in the universe, but my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders.
Papi gathers me in his arms and carries me to the living room. He sits in the recliner, making sure I’m snuggled against him in a way that as much of our skin as possible is touching. He kisses all over my face before stroking my cheek. His grin is huge.
“I bet you wouldn’t like it if Papi spanked your little bottom and then restrained you spread eagle on my bed before tormenting your titties with my quill without letting you come.”
I suck in a breath and shake my head. That would be just evil. I lick my lips and find my voice. “I’ll be a good girl, Papi.” I shudder at the thought of being tortured like that.
He kisses my forehead. “Sometimes you’ll still be naughty. It’s impossible to be good all the time. Corner time will teach you a lesson. The yooka plant might help also. But you might enjoy the burn in your bottom too, considering how much you like to be spanked.
My cheeks heat. He’s right. I squirm in his lap and clench my butt cheeks together at the thought.
He chuckles. “I’ll come up with some creative ways to discipline you, but I suggest you follow my rules and keep your fingers away from your titties.” He lifts a brow.
I nod vigorously. “I promise.” My nipples are so swollen and sensitive right now that I have to clench my hands into fists at my sides. My instinct is to cover them with my palms and squeeze.
“I know you were scared the first time I pricked your nipple, but you enjoyed that too,” he points out.
My face heats further. I nod.