Page 38 of His Little Turquoise
Chapter Fourteen
Surgient
“No running, Baby girl,” I call out as I grab a pair of loose black pants and put them on. I slide my feet into my shoes while I send a quick text to Riand, who will transport us to the starship, and head for the living room where Mia has reached the couch. Her friends are all lined up along the back of the cushions. She can’t reach them, and she turns to me and bounces a little as I join her.
The bouncing makes her breasts jiggle, and she glances down at the sensation before crossing her arms under them. Her cheeks are adorably pink. She tips her head way back to meet my gaze. I’m damn near twice as tall as her. “I need clothes, Papi.”
I sit next to her entourage on the sofa and lift her onto my lap before handing her the stuffie I’m certain is Pokey. He’s a soft, well-loved dog with very short legs. That would explain why she named him Pokey.
She immediately hugs him to her chest and kisses him all over his face.
After letting her reunite for a moment, I tip her chin back. “Little girls on Eleadia only wear diapers, Baby girl.” I haven’t specifically spelled this out to her yet.
She gasps. “No dresses or shirts or pants?”
“Nope.”
“But that’s bananas. Even when they go out?”
“Even when they go out.” I slide a hand around to cup one of her breasts and thumb her nipple, deciding now is a good time to drop one more bomb on her lap. “One of the reasons Little girls don’t cover their breasts is because they have their sweet little nipples pierced with hoops that have precious stones dangling from them.”
Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops. “You’re serious.”
“Yes. You’ll see.”
“What if I don’t want my titties pierced?” she asks as she squeezes Pokey against both breasts to cover them, mostly knocking my hand out of the way.
“You will, Baby girl. I know it’s shocking to you now, but once you see all the other Little girls, the idea will grow on you. If you don’t stop playing with those sweet little titties though, I’m going to restrain your hands to your sides.”
She lowers Pokey. “I’m just hugging my stuffie,” she whispers.
I grip her chin, wait for her to meet my gaze, and lift a brow.
“Sorry, Papi.”
“That’s better. How about you not get in the habit of fibbing to Papi.”
“Okay, Papi.”
“Now, tell me who the rest of these friends are before we head to the pod to take us up to the starship.”
She beams as she turns toward the gaggle. “That’s Betsy, Maggie, and Lola,” she informs me, pointing to each one in turn.
“Did I have John get all the most special ones?” I’m confident I did because these were the only dolls or stuffies John found in her room, and I told him to bring them all.
“Yes, Papi.” She throws her arms around me and hugs me tight, practically climbing up onto her knees to get closer.
I hold her close, and moments later, the elevator door pings and opens.
Mia gasps and covers her breasts with both hands as Riand steps into my apartment.
I rub her back. “It’s only Riand, Baby girl. He’s going to take us up to the starship.”
She stares at me with wide eyes. “I need clothes, Papi,” she whispers.
I tap her nose. “No, you don’t, Little one. I promise. Riand has seen naked Little girls before. It’s our custom, remember?”
I know this is the hardest thing for Little girls to grasp. Even though I’m so fortunate that Mia was already Little and knew it before I found her, she isn’t accustomed to being naked in front of people.
