Page 47 of His Little Turquoise
Papi’s grin is wide as he feeds me. He’s so happy, and his happiness is contagious. In the back of my mind, I remind myself that Ava also arrived today. She’s waking up in the arms of her Papi too, but I suspect she’s not feeling as calm as me.
I hate that I grow tired as I take my bottle. I want to stay awake and see things, but my eyes are heavy, and Papi has to jiggle the bottle several times to help me stay awake long enough to finish it.
The next time I awake, I’m not in Papi’s arms. I’m in a crib. I recognize the slats on all four sides. There’s a pretty pink mobile above me. Tiny hearts and stars hang from it. Dozens of them. They are dancing around in a circle, twinkly lights bouncing from the movement.
I smile. It’s mesmerizing. I love it. When I try to move my arms, I can’t. I can’t even lift a finger. It’s frustrating. I want thisstage to be over. I hope Papi was right, and I’ll have my strength back within two weeks.
Papi is suddenly next to me. He’s winded as if he ran from somewhere to get to me. He drops the railing on one side of the crib and pops the pacifier from my mouth.
I whimper, and I think I even frown. I don’t want him to take away the paci.
He looks pleased. “Your facial expressions are already coming through. I know you want your paci, but you need to spend some time without it. A lot of Little girls wake up addicted to their pacifiers from suckling for six months during the trip. Your speech will return faster if you work your jaw a bit and keep trying to make sounds.”
He lifts me into his arms, carries me to what I know is a changing table, and immediately pulls a strap over my middle, trapping my arms to my sides. “I will always restrain you on the changing table, Little one. It’s high off the floor. I don’t want you to fall.”
He quickly changes my saturated diaper before releasing me to lift me into his embrace again. More kisses rain all over my face. “I missed you so much, Baby girl. I can’t wait for you to be able to waddle around this house on your own two feet.”
Papi carries me through his home from room to room, giving me a tour as we go. I’m overwhelmed by everything. He wasn’t kidding about the furniture. It’s all pretty high off the floor. The kitchen table is even taller. The chairs are higher.
I gasp when I see the colorful highchair pushed up to the table. It’s for me. Papi is going to feed me there. I wonder if I will always be a Baby to him or if he will let me age some.
I’m able to shift my gaze to his.
He points toward the highchair. “It will be a while before you’re ready to sit there, Baby girl, but when you do, I will feedyou myself. I’ll control the size of your bites to be certain you don’t choke.”
Choke? Is he kidding? I don’t normally choke on my food.
He chuckles before kissing my forehead. “I’ve heard from other Papis that food sometimes becomes an argument in their homes. Let’s not go to that extreme, how about?” he proposes. “To answer the question I can see in your eyes, you will forever be my Little girl here. It’s our custom. The reason we Papis are so overbearing and cautious is because traveling across the universe to find a mate is arduous. We never want anything to happen to her.”
It makes sense, but it seems like he intends to go to the extreme with his rules and safety concerns. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I suspect I will challenge him and end up over his lap with his palm on my naughty bottom.
I also suspect I will not win that argument or any other. He’s pretty set in his ways. I’m not sure how I feel about that yet, but the thought of being so totally cherished and cared for makes my pussy wet even though I can’t do a thing about it.
Papi chuckles. “I can practically read your mind, Mia. You’re welcome to challenge me every step of the way if you like having a sore bottom, but you should know Little girls who need a spanking, often end up standing in timeout, and they certainly don’t earn pleasure.” He lifts a brow. “Or, if like you said, timeouts are too hard for you, I can always find other ways to discipline you.” He lifts a brow.
I emit a strange sound as I remember how he punished me by pinning me down and piercing my titties over and over until I was desperate for more.
He smiles. “I can smell your arousal. You’ll never be able to hide it from me.”
“Papi,” I cry out, pleased with myself the following evening when I wake up from a nap to find my voice has returned.
Papi is next to my crib in seconds, and he’s beaming. “Sweetest sound in the universe,” he declares as he sets a palm on my tummy. “Say it again.”
“Papi.” I giggle next. I like this new development too. I even manage to wiggle my arms and legs. They won’t do what I want them to, but they have some movement.
Seconds later, I’m strapped to the changing table where Papi cleans me up before lifting up the one gadget I really detest. The stupid probe. He’s put it inside me several times since we got home. It seems unnecessary, but Papi says the only reason he hasn’t taken me to the clinic for a visit with the doctor yet is because he is also a doctor capable of making sure I’m thriving.
I groan as he rubs lube all over the huge probe before tipping my legs back and easing it up inside me.
“Hold still, Baby girl. Squirming won’t make me change my mind. You do like to challenge Papi, don’t you?”
I nod and find the muscles in my face to grin at him. “Yes, Papi.”
He chuckles as he holds the evil device in my bottom.
“Are you always going to do that to me so often?”
He shrugs. “We’ll see. Depends.”
