ChapterTen
Janie
“Papi?” The faint word makes it way out of my mouth two days later as I wake up from my morning nap. It happens after I spend several minutes figuring out how to push my pacifier out of my mouth, proud at the accomplishment as it slides down my face and lands next to my cheek.
Moments later, Papi is leaning over me, lowering the side of the crib. He beams. “You spoke.” He strokes my forehead. “I love that your first word was Papi.”
I think I manage a smile before I clear my throat and try again. “Papi.” It comes out stronger this time. I’m glad there is a monitor in the corner of my crib. I get anxious every time Papi puts me down and leaves me, but at least the flashing light on the monitor gives me peace of mind that he’s always watching me.
I try to lift my arms and manage to tug just enough to remind myself of the restraints. I also turn my head to one side to see the soft cuff around my wrist. It’s padded and won’t hurt me, but it also makes my heart race. “Please?”
Papi kisses my nose before unfastening the two cuffs and lifting me into his arms. As usual, he’s careful about my head and neck like any parent would be with a newborn.
“Don’t like the cuffs, Papi,” I complain.
He chuckles as he lowers me to the changing table and restrains my arms yet again. “Yes, you do, Baby girl. Your pulse races every time I secure you.”
My cheeks heat, and I grumble, “I don’twantto like them though.”
He chuckles again. “That’s an entirely different issue, isn’t it?”
I pout. “Does every Little girl on your planet get fastened to the slats of the crib when she sleeps?”
“Nope. A few. As a physician, I’ve recommended it to a few Papis in the past. Only for Little girls who can’t keep their hands away from their nipples.” He bends over and kisses one.
I whimper. “Papi…”
“I’m sorry. I won’t torment you until you’re stronger.”
I narrow my eyes at him as he moves to the end of the table to remove my diaper. “Everything you do torments me, Papi,” I remind him.
He chuckles as he spreads my legs wide and pushes my knees toward my chest. He holds them there with one forearm while he rubs lubricant on my bottom and then slides his probe into me.
I squirm as much as I can and then squeeze my eyes closed and hold my breath. I’m getting used to the probe. It doesn’t hurt. I assume eventually it won’t embarrass me so much. The problem is that even though I have no muscle control, I do have sensation. All of it. It might even be heightened.
When Papi eases the probe out a bit and then slides it in deeper, I moan. I can’t help it.
“You are the most sensitive Little girl I’ve ever examined, Janie,” he tells me. “Even exhausted from traveling and unable to control your body, you get aroused every time I touch you.”
He’s not touching me where I want him to, and I consider begging him to do so. I’m panting, and I can feel my arousal leaking down around the probe. It doesn’t help that he keeps adjusting it. My rectum is apparently filled with nerve endings that enjoy contact.
Papi looks kind of stiff as he finishes up and puts a fresh diaper on me. He unfastens me and lifts me into his arms, cradling me close to his chest. His lips come to my ear. “After I take you the first time, we’re not going to leave this house for days,” he promises, his words breathy.
I shudder. My entire body responds to his words.
He holds my gaze intently while he feeds me, rocking me in the living room. He smiles when I manage to wrap my fingers around one of his. “Precious,” he murmurs.
After I finish my bottle, he lifts our combined hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “I want to prick your skin so badly.” He rubs my knuckles against his lips and hums. “I had no idea how strongly I would feel about you. You’re my life. Do you understand that?”
I nod slightly. “I think so, Papi.”
“I know you struggle to understand why I’m going to be so insanely overprotective, but it’s because I can’t stand the idea of anything happening to you. Not even a scratch.”
“You can’t protect me from everything, Papi,” I point out. There’s a lump in my throat. He’s so intense he’s shaking.
“I can try. I can bubble wrap you and not let you out of my sight.”
A giggle escapes.