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Chapter Twelve

Six months later …

Eden

“Papi…” I whine. I do this a lot. It’s so foreign to me—the idea that I’m free to express myself. I’m free to do all kinds of things I’ve never done before in my life. I can look Papi in the eyes. I can argue with him. I can whine. I can complain. I can be defiant.

Papi chuckles because he thinks it’s funny that I find my new life to be filled with freedoms. Apparently most of the other wives—he calls them mates—find this life on Eleadia to be extremely restrictive. I suppose it is. After all, Papi has firm rules about not running in the house, not opening doors, not touching the stove or oven. I’m not permitted to stand up in my playpen or my crib. The list is long.

The thing is none of that matters to me. What makes me feel free is being allowed to disagree. I won’t win most arguments, but knowing I can voice my opinion makes all the difference.

Currently I’m whining because Papi wants to take me to the park. I’ve been here two weeks. I just started walking yesterday. Since we arrived, I have only left the house to go to the clinic. I shudder every time I think about those two visits, and I know another one is coming soon.

Papi gives me his indulgent chuckle. “Most Little girls beg their Papis to take them to the park.”

I’m standing next to him in my nursery, holding on to his leg for stability while he folds a pile of clean diapers and stacks them on the shelf under the changing table.

“I’ll go if you let me wear a dress.”

He taps my nose, still smiling. He’s unflappable. He never gets mad at me. Never ever. “Do we have dresses on this planet?”

I sigh. “No, Sir,” I breathe out.

“What do Little girls wear?”

“Diapers.”

“Do you think I’ve misinformed you and we might get to the park and you’ll find all the other Little girls wearing dresses?”

“No, Sir,” I grumble.

“Trust me. You’d feel out of place if you were wearing clothes.” He squats next to me. “You’re already going to feel out of place because all the other Little girls will have their nipples pierced.” He steadies me with one hand on my waist while he tweaks one of my nipples with the other.

I whimper and lean closer to him. In my head, I want to pull away and tell him not to touch me like that. But my head doesn’t make rational decisions any longer. My pussy does. I’ve even started using the word pussy—but only in my mind. I can’t say it out loud even though Papi thinks it’s funny and he tries to get me to say it.

I jerk upright and narrow my gaze at him. “So, wait… Are you taking me to the park so that I’ll feel jealous of the other girls and decide I want my nipples pierced?” My voice rises as I speak.

“Yep.” He chuckles again before he wraps an arm around my middle and lifts me into the air. He holds me so that we’re chest-to-chest, my feet dangling—like a mile from the floor.

“Papi…” I press against his shoulders with both hands because my nipples tingle when they’re against him like this. And that makes my pussy pulse.

He holds me tighter and feigns ignorance. “What’s wrong?”

I roll my eyes—another thing I would never have dreamed of doing in my past life. I would have been beaten with a switch and locked in solitary in the basement for a week if I’d even thought of rolling my eyes at someone in my compound. Now, it’s commonplace.

Papi lays me on the changing table even though my diaper is not wet.

I sigh dramatically as he lifts my arms over my head and straps my wrists to the table. He adds a band around my body just under my breasts next. And lastly, he bends my knees and fastens my legs open wide with the restraint system that extends from under the changing table.

I’m panting by the time he’s finished. “My diaper isn’t wet, Papi,” I grumble.

“It’s about to be,” he informs me.

I frown, but he’s devious. He sets his fingers on my bladder and pushes down.

I groan. “I don’t like that.”

“And I don’t like for my Little girl to hold her pee pee in. It’s not healthy. Ever since you regained control of your bladder, you’ve been holding out longer and longer before you wet yourself.”

“That’s because it’s icky,” I mutter.

Papi opens a drawer beneath me and pulls something out. He holds it up for me to see.

I frown. I don’t know what it is. A root vegetable of some sort. Like a purple carrot. “What’s that?” Is he going to make me eat it?

“It’s called yooka. Have you ever seen ginger root before?”

I think and then shake my head.

“It’s a plant on Earth similar to yooka. When it’s peeled, the meat of the vegetable burns when it touches sensitive skin. The yooka is the same way.”

I flinch when he pulls out another one. The first one is narrow and small. This second one is thick and long. I think I should be nervous.

Papi sets the narrow one down on my tummy and holds the larger one closer. “Some Papis use these to discipline naughty Little girls who don’t do as they’re told. They peel the outer skin off to release the oils and put the thick root up into their Little girls’ bottoms, making them hold it there for a while.”

I clench my butt cheeks together. I don’t want that in my bottom. My face heats, and I shake my head. “Owie,” I murmur preemptively.

“Yes, owie.” He puts the huge root back in the drawer, pulls on a pair of protective gloves, lifts up a knife, and begins peeling the small one.

“What are you doing?”

“Releasing the oils.”

“What…for?”

“You’ll see.”

I purse my lips and lie very still, my heart racing.

I stiffen when Papi opens my diaper. He removes one glove and sets that palm on my pelvis, holding me securely to the table. I gasp when he opens my folds with his fingers. “Papi?”

Ignoring me, he brings the small tip of the purple root toward my pussy. It’s cold when it touches me, but only for a second. A moment later, it starts to burn.

I gasp when I realize where he’s touching me. I only recognize the sensation because twice a doctor has put a tube in the tiny hole I pee from. I whimper. There’s no fighting Papi. He’s too strong. There’s no arguing either.

I enjoy arguing with him. I love the fact that he lets me. He never raises his voice, nor does he show any signs of being angry. Mostly he chuckles because he thinks I’m cute. But I don’t win ever.

I hold my breath as he pushes the tip of that root into my tiny hole. He doesn’t linger. He pulls it out quickly, wraps it and his glove in a protective cloth, and closes my diaper.

Everything burns. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My bottom lip trembles. “Papi…”

He sets a hand on my tummy. “Wetting your diapers is not optional, Eden. It’s unhealthy to hold your pee. We won’t be arguing about it for weeks on end. I’m going to nip this in the bud now, so we can move on.”

Tears well up in my eyes. “It hurts.”

“It will stop hurting as soon as you pee. You will flush it out, and your urine will neutralize the oil of the root.”

I sniffle. The burn is increasing. It stings as though he slapped my pussy hard.

“Do you know what would make it worse?” he asks.

I don’t answer.

“If I opened your diaper again and spanked your pussy.”

It’s like he read my mind. I gasp. My body is shaking, and the burn is growing. It really hurts now. All because I’m being stubborn.

Until I met Papi, stubborn wasn’t something I’d ever been in my life. It wasn’t permitted. It wasn’t even a consideration.

Papi is still as calm as he always is. He brushes hair from my temple and kisses my forehead. “You’re the most important thing in the entire universe to me, Eden. Keeping you healthy and safe is my number one priority. If you don’t keep your diapers wet all the time, I will have the doctor put an open catheter in you so that your pee pee constantly trickles out of you. Would you like that?”

I shake my head.

He lowers his mouth to my nipple and suckles me. I love it when he does that. It makes my pussy swell. He only started touching me intimately like that a few days ago. He said he wanted me to be fully mobile and in control of my body before he began pleasuring me like he did before we came to Eleadia.

Suddenly, he pierces my nipple.

I arch my chest and cry out. The combination of pleasure and pain is intense. It’s coming from both my pussy and my nipples. My pussy is swollen and greedy while also burning from the mean root. My nipple has joined that odd combination of owie and oh so good.

Papi switches to my other nipple, sucks it hard, and pricks it like its twin.

All the blood goes to the little nub Papi calls my clit. It’s pulsing now. When Papi sets his huge hand over my diaper between my legs and presses against my swollen, sore private parts, I cry out.

My brain is split in two. Half of me wants to come. Half of me wants to tear the room apart from the burning. The two sensations are working in tandem with each other. Feeding off each other.

Papi looks at me while he uses his free hand to pinch and twist one of my nipples. “My girl is enjoying the pleasure/pain.”

I moan. He always knows what I’m thinking. It’s unnerving.

“Do you need more, Little one? Do you need Papi to give you a bit more pain to help you obey me?”

I suck in a breath, hesitate, and then nod. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Why would I want him to make it hurt more? But I know. It’s because the more it hurts, the tighter this ball of need grows in my tummy. Eventually it’s going to explode. I’m going to shatter all over the room. Does Papi know this?

I haven’t had an orgasm since I woke up two weeks ago. He showed me what it would be like before we left Earth, and then he has done nothing but tease me since then. I know he wanted me stronger, but I’m stronger now, and my desperation is tremendous.

He holds my gaze and kisses my mouth. “My Little girl is desperate to come.”

“Yes, Papi,” I agree. I’m squirming as much as I possibly can with all the restraints.

He pulls something else out of a drawer and holds it up. I don’t know what it is. It’s a strange stick of some sort with a flap on the end. “It’s a crop,” he says. “Have you ever seen one?”

I shake my head.

“You mentioned Marcus used switches to punish his wives. Was that common?”

I wince. “Yes, Sir.”

“I will never do that to you. It would cause a trauma response. Okay?”

I nod.

“But I’m going to use this crop. If you like it, I’ll use it regularly. If it causes you to panic because of what you’ve been through in the past, I won’t do it again.”

Like it ? He’s going to swat me with that thing, and he thinks I will like it? Did he misspeak?

When Papi opens my diaper, I suck in a breath. He’s going to spank me there? Between my legs?

He presses the soft material of the diaper against my pussy, making me squirm harder. The burn… The pressure… The throbbing… I didn’t realize how badly I needed release.

He leans over from between my legs. “Eden…”

I suck in a breath and look at him.

“I’m going to swat your pussy so you’ll know how it feels. After I do, you’re going to pee for me. After you pee, I’m going to let you come.”

I nod vigorously. I like the end goal here. I’ll do whatever he asks.

“After you come…” He narrows his gaze. “We’re going to the park.”

I swallow. Funny how he managed to manipulate me into going to the park. When the stakes simply involved me voluntarily wetting my diaper, I was all on board. But the sneaky man had to go and lump in a visit to the park.

I’ll be embarrassed. There’s no way to avoid it. No one has ever seen my wrists or ankles, let alone my breasts. I’ve gotten over Papi and the doctors seeing me naked, but the entire planet?

He’s waiting for me to respond. Finally, I nod. “Yes, Sir.”