Page 42 of His Little Turquoise
I lean over and kiss my girl on the forehead. “You need to be patient, Little one. You’ll see her after you’ve both adapted to life on Eleadia. It will only seem like a few weeks to you. It will be six months in real time.”
More head shaking. “No, Papi. Now.”
I glance at Dankin. He’s holding the thick suppository in his fingers. I nod at him to go ahead as I press my palm against her pelvis to make sure she can’t buck away from Dankin’s fingers.
When Dankin dabs some lubricant on Mia’s tight hole, she shifts her attention to him and cries out. “No. Don’t. I don’t want you to touch my bottom.”
Her face is red and splotchy. So is her chest. Her lip trembles, and then she screams loud enough to shake the small room.
Chapter Fifteen
Mia
I can’t stop myself from screaming. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life. I clench my butt cheeks as tight as I can, but it’s no use. I can’t stop the doctor from touching me there.
More importantly, I can’t stop my body from reacting to his touch. I’ve been aroused ever since I first inhaled Papi’s scent. I’ve been shaking with the need to orgasm again and again ever since we had sex. The bath helped, but it didn’t eliminate the driving need entirely.
When Papi lifted my hands over my head and stretched me out on this exam table, I almost came in my diaper. I had no idea I had an interest in exhibitionism. I’ve never been in a situation like this.
I should have known. I could kick myself for being so surprised. I like to read novels where the heroine is forced to expose herself in front of people. I’ve always masturbated to thoughts of being naked and restrained with lots of people watching me.
Even more poignant, I’ve had millions of fantasies about being in a doctor’s office, strapped down like this, forced to endure every imaginable type of invasive exam until I couldn’t stop myself from reaching orgasm in front of people. The thought of such humiliation has always made me so horny.
But now I’m here, and it’s surreal. And I’m embarrassed, not because Papi and the doctor can see every inch of me but because they can also see I’m aroused. I suspect they can scent it too.
Papi’s mouth lands on my nipple while I’m still screaming. He suckles for a moment before holding it between his teeth and piercing it deeper and longer than he has any previous time.
It doesn’t stun me nearly as much this time, and it doesn’t hurt. The prick of his quill is sharp. It should hurt. But I’ve started craving it instead. How could I possibly crave having my little titty pierced? It makes no sense. Nothing makes sense.
It feels so good that I want to beg him to do the same to my other nipple. I want him to do it to my clit.
Papi swirls his tongue around my titty several times, soothing the sting before releasing it with a soft pop.
I realize I’m no longer screaming. I’m panting heavily. Gasping. My nipple is throbbing and needy.
Dankin is circling my anus with his fingers, rubbing the sensitive skin, reminding me of my overwhelming need to be violated. I want him to force his finger into me. I want to feel the pressure. I want to come so badly I can’t think of anything else.
Papi cups my head and strokes my temple with his thumb as he leans forward and kisses me gently. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. You’re okay.”
“Do the other one, Papi,” I blurt out.
His hand slides to my needy breast. He pinches the greedy tip. “You want Papi to pierce this little titty too, Baby girl?”
I nod and lick my lips. “Please, Papi. Ineedit.”
He kisses me again before lowering his lips to my nipple, suckling it far too long before pushing his quill into the swollen bud. He lingers. I feel his serum releasing into me. The burn is so delicious.
I have so many feelings swirling around inside me. I can’t describe the euphoria. I’m floating. I’m also trembling on the edge of an explosive release.
Papi’s eyes come back to mine. “Can you relax your bottom now so the doctor can put the medicine inside you, Baby girl?”
I nod. My cheeks are so hot. I’m hiding nothing from Papi or Dankin. I surprise myself when I speak. “Please push the medicine into my naughty bottom,” I say without taking my gaze off Papi’s.
Dankin holds my thigh steady while he eases his huge finger up inside me, pushing the large suppository as deep as possible.
I arch my chest the scant inch I’m able to move, my head tipping back as my vision swims.
The moment Papi slides his fingers to my clit, I detonate. My bottom clasps down on Dankin’s finger with my release as both my bottom and my pussy pulse.
