I’m barely conscious as Papi carries me to the kitchen to bathe me. I don’t focus on anything until I’m cradled in his lap in the rocking chair in my nursery with a bottle in my mouth.
I hold his pinky with my fist as he feeds me, staring into his eyes, hoping to convey all the love in the universe. We don’t need words. We share our love through our gazes.
When my bottle is empty, Papi pops my pacifier in my mouth and carries me to my crib. He restrains my wrists to the railings as he always does before bending down to place a reverent kiss to both my throbbing nipples.
“Do you want me to numb them now, Baby girl?”
I shake my head and tug on my hands. The need to touch myself is real. It’s all-consuming. I whimper.
Papi cups my face. “I’ll let you play with them for a few minutes later so you can examine them better, but you will always sleep restrained. Take a deep breath for me and close your eyes.”
I try to inhale deeply through my nose, but I’m still tingling all over.
While Papi strokes my tummy and pats between my legs, I slowly relax. A pleasant sensation consumes me and leaves me sated and happier than I ever imagined possible.
As I close my eyes, I’m aware of Papi kissing my nipples one more time before leaving me to rest.
I’m where I’m supposed to be. I’m with my life mate. My Papi. My universe.