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Chapter Fifteen

Eden

I feel lighter and freer than I’ve ever felt in my life as Papi straps me back into the stroller. I’m kind of disappointed we have to go home. I was having so much fun. I laughed and even squealed.

Noises of delight were not permitted in the compound, especially among the girls and women. We were to be meek and serious. What a pitiful existence.

“Did you have fun, Little one?” Papi asks. He knows I did. He’s grinning.

I nod. “The swings were my favorite. Thank you for pushing me for so long. I liked the slide, but it was kind of scary.”

He leans forward and kisses my nose.

“Can I get my hair cut, Papi?”

His brows furrow, and for a moment I worry he will tell me no. I suppose I can live with my hair the way it is, but I noticed that no one else on Earth or here on Eleadia has hair as long as mine. It makes me feel weird.

Papi cups my cheek. He’s still squatting in front of me. “Of course, Little one. I can take you to get it cut anytime you want.”

I light up. “Really?”

“Yes. It’s just hair. If you don’t like how it gets cut, it will grow back.”

I can’t keep from smiling so big that my cheeks hurt. I reach out for him. I can’t lean forward because I’m already strapped in tight.

He leans forward to hug me.

“Thank you, Papi. Thank you so much. I’m so glad you found me and brought me away from there. I didn’t realize how hard it would have been for me to live on my own. I never would have survived.”

He holds my face with both hands. “I suspect you would have thrived, Baby girl. You’re bright and resourceful. You would have managed, but I’m damn glad I found you, too. If I hadn’t, I would still be in that noisy club waiting for you to come in one day.”

“Maybe you would have met another Little girl and brought her home instead.” The thought makes me sad.

He shakes his head. “Nope. Fate picked you out for me, and She sent you to me at the exact right moment.”

“Sara said it won’t hurt when you get my nipples pierced. She said you will numb them first.”

“That’s right. You won’t feel a thing, Little one. Would you like to go by the jeweler’s house and see some stones?”

I hesitate, biting my lip.

“I already called him last week. I told him I was thinking about moroxite stones. His name is Ekert, and his Little girl is Sophie. She has an amazing eye for gems, so I bet she already picked out the perfect pair for you.”

I glance around at the Little girls still playing at the park. All of them have pierced nipples. As weird as the practice is, I don’t want people always looking at me, wondering why I don’t have mine pierced. It’s like my hair. I don’t want to stand out. I want to fit in with the other women.

“Could we go there?” I ask, my voice soft.

“We can. Are you sure you’re ready?”

I draw in a deep breath. “Do I have a choice, really?”

“Yes. There’s no hurry. You don’t have to get them yet if you’re not ready. It can wait.”

“But not forever,” I point out.

Papi lowers his hands to my breasts. My breath hitches when he cups them and thumbs my nipples. “You won’t want to wait forever, Little one. Eventually you’ll ask me for them. They’re a symbol of our commitment. On Earth people have wedding rings to symbolize their love. Here, we have nipple piercings. They’re a sign that you’re fully committed to me as my submissive, my Little girl, and my mate.”

I am fully committed to Papi. I can’t imagine life without him. I’ve only known him technically two weeks, but already it seems longer. In many ways, I know Papi more than I’ve ever known another human. My relationship with him is far deeper than any I had with anyone at the compound.

It’s weird that I’ve spent twenty years not fully living. I’ve felt like an outsider much of that time. I don’t know why. Maybe because I was always meant to leave and find Retmor.

He’s everything.

When he talks to me, he looks me in the eyes. He listens intently to everything I have to say and never gets angry even when I’m pushing my boundaries.

He gives me his full attention nearly every waking hour. I’m important to him. My feelings and thoughts are important to him. I don’t know what it feels like to love someone, but I think I love Papi.

He makes my heart flutter every time I look at him. He also makes my pussy pulse, but it’s hard to tell if that’s not just manipulation from the serum he injects me with.

I know that’s not entirely true though because there are lots of times I feel my heart pounding and that tight knot in my tummy when he hasn’t pierced me at all that day. Just watching him move around the house makes me want him to touch me.

“I think I understand, Papi,” I tell him.

“How about if we go by Ekert’s house this afternoon and look? You don’t have to make any decisions today. We can just see if you like the stones Sophie’s picked out. How does that sound?”

I grab Papi’s face. “Thank you, Papi.” He has no idea how much it means to me that he’s not going to pressure me to get my nipples pierced.

“First, you need a bottle and a nap.”

“Okay.”

He kisses me before he rounds to the other side of the stroller to push me. Strollers are strange. It’s hard to grasp having someone take care of me so deeply that I don’t even walk on my own two feet. Papi says it’s because human females are so small it’s hard for us to keep up. But also he hates the idea of me tripping and falling along the way.

Today is the first time I’ve taken any steps that weren’t hesitant. I watched the other Little girls skipping and even running through the grass. I’m not quite steady enough to do that yet, but I’m looking forward to it.

It’s been a long time since I’ve run. It’s not considered proper to hurry in my compound. Not for adults. Children run outside, but grown women do not rush.

It’s hard to get used to the extent of safety measures Papi takes. The straps holding me into the stroller are so over the top. But I feel oddly secure. When I was listening to Clara talk about why she enjoys a collar or harness, I understood on some level. There’s an odd calmness that comes with being mated to a man who puts my safety above all else.

Certainly no one in my compound ever put my safety first. In fact, I have no doubt Marcus would have found a reason to beat me within the first hours of our marriage. I’m so glad I escaped that fate. It’s part of the reason why I don’t mind Papi being so overprotective. He cares. That’s what I keep reminding myself. Papi cares.

When we get to the house, Papi lifts me out of the stroller and carries me on his hip while he heads for the kitchen and uses one hand to prepare me a bottle.

I cling to him as he settles in the rocking chair in my nursery. I want to be closer to him in a weird way. I want to crawl inside him. I don’t quite understand what I’m feeling.

“You okay, Little one?” he asks as he rubs my back.

I nod. I’m kind of choked up. I think the trip to the park has changed my view on things a bit. Seeing all the other women and their relationships has made me realize my good fortune on a deeper level. They are all so happy.

Life on Eleadia is a strange existence, and I don’t even grasp the full meaning of it because I never truly lived on Earth. Not in the real world at least. Being alone with Papi in the house for two weeks was an isolating experience. I couldn’t know for sure if other Little girls lived the same sort of day-to-day life. But they do. All of them.

Papi leans me back in his arms. “Let’s get a bottle in you and get you down for a nap. You’re probably overly tired from playing so hard and learning so many new things. I bet you’ll feel better after a nice nap.”

I look at him. “I want to learn things.”

He smiles. “I know you do, Little one. I’ll help, and I bet the other Little girls will help, too. They will know more about Earth than I do. They have real-world experiences. I was only there a few hours.”

I throw my arms around his neck. “Thank you, Papi.”

He cradles me in his arms again and taps my lips with the nipple.

I accept the bottle and start sucking. It’s soothing. I love when he feeds me. He holds my gaze most of the time, smiling and rocking me. He strokes my skin, which makes my body tingle all over.

I want more. That thought keeps coming to mind. Ever since he put his fingers inside me, I’ve struggled to avoid thinking about what it felt like. The pressure. The closeness. I want him to put his member in me.

His cock.

Papi lazily circles one of my nipples with a finger while he feeds me, making me squirm and arch for more contact. He chuckles, but he doesn’t give me more.

My diaper has been wet for a while, but I pee again while he feeds me. He notices and palms between my legs. He’s pleased. I like it when he’s pleased.

“Such a good girl.”

My cheeks heat. I want to be his good girl. I didn’t like the burning sensation from the yooka. I could be defiant about wetting myself, but I won’t win. In the end, I will have to wet myself. Seeing all the other Little girls with wet diapers reinforced the fact that it’s a way of life here. Not optional. He wasn’t exaggerating about that.

When my bottle is empty, Papi takes me to the changing table and gently lowers me onto my back. He kisses me before he restrains my wrists above my head as he always does.

“Why do you cuff my hands above my head, Papi?”

He smiles as he draws another strap across my ribs, right below my breasts. “Safety, for one.” He bends over to kiss one of my nipples. “But also because it arouses you.”

I frown. It does. He’s right.

He reaches up to run a hand down my arm from my wrist to my breast, making me shiver and arch. “That’s why. Little girls feel vulnerable and submissive and needy when they have their arms stretched above their head and restrained. It makes your heart rate increase. You start panting as soon as I cuff your wrists.”

I squirm. I get it. My pussy swells and gets wet as he talks.

He bends my knee and wraps a strap around it, forcing my heel to almost touch my thigh. When he’s done, he fastens that leg to something under the table, opening me very wide.

He takes his time while I watch. When he has the other knee also bent and secured, I’m so aroused I’m struggling to breathe.

He kisses my tummy. “This is why, Baby girl.” He strokes my inner thighs. “You’re so needy right now you can hardly think.”

I groan and tip my head back.

“The house is filled with your scent. Your pheromones. It’s so intoxicating. Do you have any idea how hard my cock gets every time you smell like that? It’s like I’m torturing myself when I restrain you.” He chuckles.

I turn my head toward him. “Show me.” I’m being so bold. He showed me his member once before, but I want to see it again. I want to touch it.

He slides his fingers along the edge of my diaper between my legs, making me gasp. His touch, so close to my pussy, drives me crazy. “The next time I take my cock out for you, it’s going inside you, Little one. Don’t tempt me.”

I think I want to tempt him. Part of me is scared to take him into my body, but my curiosity grows by the day, and after this morning, my need is building.

Papi opens my diaper and proceeds to clean my skin.

I watch him as he takes his time, my arousal growing. He can wipe my folds over and over, but they will still be wet, because every time he touches them, wetness leaks out of me.

I moan loudly when he pulls the hood back from my clit and circles it. “Papi…”

“What do you need, Baby girl?”

“Put your fingers inside me again. I want to feel them without the numbing.”

He obliges me by sliding his hand down and pushing one huge finger into me.

I groan loud enough for it to echo off the walls. My eyes roll back. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful in my life. He has touched my clit and made me come, but nothing compares to the feel of him stroking my clit and the inside of my pussy at the same time.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he mutters. He adds a second finger, and the stretch is tremendous but not painful. I like it. I like how tight it feels.

Papi turns his hand sideways and strokes my small forbidden hole with his pinky.

My breath hitches, and I clench my bottom.

Papi sets his other hand on my breast and pinches my nipple. “Relax your bottom for me, Eden. You’ve had my fingers in your rectum before.”

Not while he was also touching my pussy. It feels wrong. It feels incongruent. I don’t like how it feels…good.

My arousal is so intense that my wetness is running down to my tight hole, giving Papi more than enough lubrication to enter me.

I cry out when he penetrates my bottom with his pinky. His small pinky is bigger than any finger on any human. It makes me clench down on all his fingers.

He smiles. “That’s my good girl. Let it feel good.” He rubs my clit and then presses his thumb against it. “Come on Papi’s fingers.” He tweaks my nipple again.

I shatter, my orgasm more intense than any previous one. My body convulses around his fingers filling both of my holes. I think I scream. It seems like the sound is reverberating through the room.

“Such a good girl…” Papi continues to stroke me, easing his fingers in and out of me.

My need doesn’t abate. It barely subsides for a second before returning. I buck and squirm. “Papi…” I tug on my arms. “Please. I need…more.”

He slides his fingers out of me and cleans them while he watches my face.

“I need more, Papi,” I say again with force. “I need your cock.” The word is so foreign coming from my lips, but I say it anyway. I’m shaking as though he didn’t let me come. I need to come again. He hasn’t even injected me lately. This is all me. My need. My drive. My desire.

Papi removes all my restraints without putting a fresh diaper on me. I’m hopeful. When he’s done, he helps me sit up and then lifts me by the hips and into his arms.

I wrap my legs around him and grind my pussy against his stomach. I’m soaked and desperate. I’m also scared, but not enough to stop him. My arousal is stronger than my fear.

Papi carries me into his bedroom and lowers me onto the mattress, scooting me back and climbing over me.

My breaths are frantic as I grip his shoulders. “Please…”

“Okay, Little one. Are you sure you’re ready? This is a big step.”

“I’m ready, Papi.” I know it in my soul. Suddenly I need this more than I need oxygen.