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She screams in frustration. “No no no no no. It’s too much. It hurts.”
“It doesn’t hurt, Baby girl.”
She squirms. “It does. You don’t know how it feels,” she argues.
“Where does it hurt?” I know the answer, but I want her to acknowledge it.
“In my tummy. In my pussy. My clit. Papi, please…” she begs.
“That’s not pain,” I remind her. “It’s need.”
“That quill is mean. Don’t touch me with it again,” she shouts.
“Don’t break Papi’s rules, and I will only prick your pretty nipples for pleasure next time.”
“I’m dying.”
I smile, fighting a chuckle. “You won’t die from edging, Baby girl.”
“Edging!” she shouts. “Edging is when you touch my clit and leave me hanging. This is so much more. This is torture.” She draws her knees up, moaning.
I wait while she slowly regains her senses. It takes a while. I couldn’t know for sure how much of my serum to release into her, but now I know how potent it is. I’ll store that information for later. Sometimes I’ll go easier on her. Sometimes I’ll make it worse.
When she’s finally breathing almost normally, I release her wrists and lift her into my arms, careful not to touch her nipples. She still craves the contact. I won’t give it to her.
“Which would you prefer next time, Little one? Corner time or my quill?”
“Corner time,” she blurts without a thought. “I’ll even stand still.”
“Piercing it is then.”
She groans.
Chapter Ten
Mia
“When are you going to have sex with me?” I ask Papi as he settles us back in the armchair.
He chuckles. “Not during a punishment, that’s for sure.”
“But when?”
“After we get home, Baby girl.”
My eyes pop wide. He can’t be serious. “But you said that takes six months.”
“Yep, and you’ll be in stasis that entire time. Your body can’t withstand the trip without being in a state of deep rest.”
“Oh.” I’m shocked. “Will you be awake?”
“Yes. I will take care of you. And I need you to know something else. It takes a few weeks to fully come out of the stasis. When we arrive, you will not have any muscle control or even the use of your voice. Your speech will come back in a few days. Your body will need about two weeks.”
I stare at him. There’s so much I don’t know. “I’ll be scared,” I murmur.
He rubs my arm. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you from feeling scared. You will sleep a lot those first weeks anyway. Your body will need the rest as you gradually get your legs back under you.”
He’s going to feed me and change me while I’m unable to lift my head. My nerves are on edge.
