Page 21 of His Little Turquoise
At my tone and conviction, she whimpers and arches her chest again. I glance down to watch her little nipples pucker. I inhale her growing arousal. She’ll never be able to hide it from me.
I release her cheek and slide my hand down to cup her precious breast. I will worship these often until she feels sexy and attractive. Until she recognizes that my gaze is always filledwith lust. Already I’m thinking about the gems I will pierce these precious buds with.
As I tweak her nipple, I repeat my question. “How long were you with Rick, Mia?”
“A few months,” she admits before she bites her lip.
“A few months and you didn’t have sex with him?”
Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. “It’s complicated.”
“I’m pretty intelligent. I can probably keep up,” I tease.
She sighs. “I met him at the fetish club. He presented himself like he was any other Daddy. He started paying more attention to me almost immediately, and I thought he might be theone.”
The one…Ah, like a life partner, I tell myself.
“He started dominating me. He would get us a private playroom and order me around. I couldn’t please him. I kept thinking if I was only a better Little girl…”
I grit my teeth. I’d like to clobber this Rick.
“He kept telling me I needed more training before he would take me someplace outside of the club or to his home. At first, I was excited and worked hard to try and be a good Little girl, but over time I realized I was never going to please him. I wasn’t even physically attracted to him, so I didn’t care that he never tried to kiss me.”
He didn’t even kiss her?Heavens.
She lowers her gaze. “He had problems.”
Ya think?
She licks her lips. “Turns out he was using me in order to make himself feel powerful. He wasn’t even interested in women.” She mumbles that last part.
I flinch. Okay. That explains a lot.
I bring my hands to her face again and wait for her to look at me. “It wasn’t your fault.”
She shrugs. “I know, but it was humiliating, and I didn’t go back to the club. I didn’t go anywhere. I decided I was better offalone. I could be Little in my apartment. I didn’t need a Daddy. I haven’t gone to a club in two years until tonight.”
My eyes widen. Wow. “I’m so damn glad you came out tonight, Mia.” I kiss her again.
She eagerly gives me her lips and her tongue, dueling with mine. When I break the kiss, she says, “I’m glad too, Papi. Are you going to untie me now?”
I chuckle. “No, Baby girl. I’m going to examine your pussy, your bottom, and your urethra. When I’m done, I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll know you’re mine and never worry about anything that happened at that club. Every event in your life led you to me.”
She bites her lip. “Is it going to hurt?”
My heart. “No, Baby girl. When I touch you, it’s going to feel so good.”
Chapter Eight
Mia
I’m nervous and scared and more alive than I’ve ever been. Also more aroused. Everything Papi says and does makes me crave his touch.
I’ve been restrained for so long on his bed that I’ve become less self-conscious about my body. After all, the way he looks at me lets me know he finds me perfect.
“I won’t always give you choices, Baby girl. Sometimes I will simply make demands and expect you to obey me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, my arousal not dampening with his proclamation.
