Page 46 of His Little Hessonite

Chapter Nineteen

Clara

This is the most heady experience of my life. It surpasses all other experiences combined. I’m desperate to please Papi and equally desperate to have him inside me. If he doesn’t fuck me clear into tomorrow after he’s done demonstrating his dominance, I will probably die of heart failure.

Papi tucks his cock back into his pants before he removes the collar around my neck.

I whimper because I already miss the weight of it, but I’m looking forward to trying the harness next and hopeful he will permit me to stand and even walk after he gets it on me.

I understand what he’s doing here and why he hasn’t let me even stand on my own yet. He was waiting for this moment so it would be more significant. He wanted me to be wearing the harness he had made the first time I stood on my own feet.

I feel the weight of how important this is to Papi and now me. I will wear his harness when I take my first steps and submit to him because it’s what I want, too.

My breath hitches yet again when he pulls the harness out of the bag. It’s intricate and…I think the word is regal. I can picture queens from centuries ago wearing something like this as a symbol of power.

Papi holds the jewelry out for me to see.

“It’s so pretty, Papi,” I breathe out, not touching it. I have sat back on my heels again. I’m looking up at him, feeling my submission from between his legs.

“Lift your arms, pretty girl.”

I hold up my arms and watch as he arranges the triangles of jewels around my breasts and tucks the last section under them. He rises and comes behind me to squat down and fasten the back, adjusting it until the harness is snug around me.

It’s heavier than the collar simply because there is more of it. As he tightens it, a low moan escapes my lips. Wetness rushes out of my pussy. I feel secure, cherished, loved. His warm hands on my naked skin remind me of my submission. His breath against my neck makes me tremble with need.

Papi reaches around from behind and fastens the leash between my breasts. His lips come to my ear. “You don’t need me to prick you with my serum. You’re dripping with need.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.

He rises and tugs the leash. “You may stand now, Clara.”

I push myself up. My legs shake, not because they can’t hold me but because this moment is so important. It’s setting a tone we will live by for…centuries, according to Papi.

When I’m on my feet, Papi tugs the leash, guiding me to face him. He holds the leash taut with one hand and cups my face with the other. “You’re so sexy, Clara.”

I smile. I’m glad he sees me that way. I want him to look at me the way he’s looking at me now forever. If that means wearing a leash and staying right beside him, I will gladly do so.

Papi takes a step back and pulls the leash, forcing me to step forward. “Pull your shoulders back,” he instructs.

I do as I’m told, knowing the act pushes my chest out.

Papi licks his lips. “Good girl.” His voice is low, a tone I’ve never heard from him.

I can scent his arousal the way he always claims to scent mine. Will my senses heighten as time goes by?

Papi keeps the leash taut as we stand still. He circles one of my nipples with his other pointer, flicking the dangling gem before giving it a tug.

The numbness is beginning to wear off, but instead of hurting, the pull on my titty sends a message to my clit.

Papi takes another step and then another, pulling me along with him.

I’m panting by the time I realize we have reached his bedroom. Excitement bubbles up inside me.

“I want you to wear this harness while I thrust my cock into you, Clara.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say eagerly. I want to wear it, too. I want to look down at it and see my submission.

“I will come inside you this time. It will send you into a frenzy of need. You will come for me several times before I wash my essence off your skin and out of your cunt.”