Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Zingar
Bailey is blissed out and floaty while the doctor continues her exam.
I know she’s frustrated and stressed from everything she’s endured, but she’s also smiling, and her heart rate is more even.
She doesn’t even balk when Dankin inserts the thick probe into her bottom to collect data.
Nor does she argue when he fastens a diaper around her, leaving the catheter in place.
She’s too tired to argue with me as I settle in a rocking chair in the room across the hall to feed her a bottle.
While she sucks, I explain some things to her.
“After your bottle, you can nap for a while. We’ll enter a transport vessel as soon as Dankin clears you with a clean bill of health.
I’ll put you to sleep, and you’ll remain that way for the entire journey.
When you wake up, we’ll be home. It will seem like you simply took a nap even though six months will have passed. ”
She holds my gaze. She’s much calmer than she was earlier.
“When you wake up, you’ll be extremely weak from being in stasis. It takes about two weeks to fully regain your strength. You won’t even be able to speak for the first few days. I don’t want you to panic. The condition is temporary. I will always be with you, helping you get back on your feet.”
When my Little girl finishes her bottle, I pop a pacifier in her mouth. Instead of putting her in the crib across the room, I hold her close, rocking her, enjoying the way she snuggles into me.
She was stressed during the exam. Even after I pierced her breast with a calming serum, she was still panicky.
But that’s over now. She’s more peaceful.
I hope she wasn’t too traumatized by the exam.
She will need to accept that I’ll be taking her to the clinic often on Eleadia.
Eventually it won’t seem so odd to her. I know our ways are unusual for humans.
They aren’t accustomed to being naked and so intimately examined.
It embarrasses them. But time will help her accept that her health will always be my number one priority.
Everything she’s been exposed to for her first twenty-one years will fade as months and eventually decades replace her world with a new normal.
I watched her closely while Dankin explained the possibility for future piercings.
It was intentional. I’d been warned that the doctor might discuss the topic.
It’s a new practice, recently instated, intended to help Little girls begin to grasp what to expect.
In Bailey’s case, Dankin never mentioned her nipples. We only talked about her pussy.
My precious girl was so shocked she held her breath, but her pheromones also flooded the room. Intrigued, she couldn’t help herself.
As if she’s reading my mind, Bailey spits out the pacifier and narrows her gaze. “There’s no way I’m ever getting anything but my ears pierced, Papi.”
I chuckle at the fierce way she speaks to me.
I know from her own words that she’s never felt like she could stand up for herself.
She’s let her father walk all over her for her entire life.
Granted she didn’t have much choice up until now.
She was at his mercy financially. I suspect that in the coming months, she would have found her voice and balked at his overbearing ways.
By Earth’s standards, she’s an adult. She could have told him where to stuff it, moved out from under this thumb, and taken control of her life.
Ironically she will have even less independence with me.
The rules she will live by will be so much stricter than any her father ever instated.
She won’t be permitted to climb on furniture, touch anything in the kitchen, or open the front door.
She will learn to obey me in all things or risk having her bottom swatted frequently.
My mate will not choose when or what to eat.
She will sleep when I tell her. She will be forced to use a diaper.
She will also learn that those diapers will forever be her only clothing.
I will have her nipples pierced. I’m already pondering the stones.
I think turmerion will look amazing—the yellow a complimentary tone against her fair skin.
Yes, obedience and submission are a huge part of her new life, but Fate has chosen Bailey for me for a reason. Fate does not make mistakes. My girl was born with the temperament to be my mate even though it might take some time to adjust.
Her new environment will be much stricter than her old life, but the rewards are abundant. She will not obey me simply because I’m a controlling prick. She will obey me because it pleases me. She will do so because she will learn that it pleases her, too.
I lift her fingers to my lips and kiss the tips before piercing the middle one, injecting her with a calming serum laced with a bit of aphrodisiac. “Did you want to get your ears pierced, Little one?”
She stares at me for a few beats. “Yes, Sir.”
“We can do that.”
“Nothing else,” she insists.
I chuckle. “Eventually you will get a far more important piercing, Little one.” I move her hand to my other one and hold it at her side before cupping her soft breast and flicking my thumb over her nipple. “Eleadian mates get their nipples pierced.”
She gasps, her eyes going wide.
I nod. “On Eleadia, it’s a symbol of a Little girl’s commitment to her Papi. Sort of like a wedding ring on Earth.”
She shakes her head. “That would hurt.”
“It won’t. I will inject you with a numbing serum beforehand. You won’t even feel the hoop entering your tight bud. Besides you already know what it feels like to have your sensitive skin pierced. I’ve done so a number of times.”
Her bottom lip trembles.
I run my thumb over her nipple, teasing the swollen bud to remind her how good it feels.
“Our bond will cause you to feel a nearly constant arousal, Little one. You’re already sensing that.
The hoops that will run through your nipples will have pretty stones dangling from them.
The weight of the rings will cause you to remain aware of your little buds at all times as they bounce and sway. ”
Her mouth falls open.
I smile. She’s actually taking this information well.
“As I mentioned earlier, one of the most enforced rules on my planet is not letting Little girls touch their nipples. The hoops will make that challenging. Our mates are not allowed to play with their pussies either. If I decide to have your clit or labia pierced, you will learn to endure that constant sensation also. I will decide what piercings are best for you based on how sensitive your pussy is. The jeweler, Ekert, and the doctors at the clinic will help me know what is best for you. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. ”
I’m throwing a lot at her, watching her reactions closely.
Most of what I say is meant to help me gauge her reactions.
If she were truly opposed to being pierced, she would not be filling this small room with her essence.
Instead she’s titillated and squirming in my arms. If I were to open her diaper, I would find her clit swollen and protruding.
To make my point, I slide my hand down between her legs, ease my fingers under the edge of her diaper, find the little tube extending out of her urethra, and give it a slight tug, just enough to make her aware of it, not so much that it dislodges.
Bailey arches her bottom high, moaning as sensations bombard her.
Continuing to apply slight pressure on the catheter, I seek out her clit with my thumb. Just as I suspected, it’s swollen and protruding. When I glide my pinky through her folds, I find her soaked.
My Little girl moans long and deep. “Papi…”
I pinch the little nub, making her squeal. “Do you want Papi to let you come, Baby girl?”
She nods frantically. “Yes, please.”
“Such a good girl. Your body is aligned with mine, Little one. You will obey me because it feels good, and you will enjoy the rewards.” I ease my pinky into her channel. “Whose pussy is this, Bailey?”
She swallows hard, moaning deeper.
I pinch her clit harder. “Who does this pussy belong to, Little girl?” I insist.
“You, Papi.”
“Who decides what’s best for you, Little one?”
“You, Sir,” she whispers, shuddering.
I’m pushing her hard to acknowledge the inevitable. She’s mine. She won’t be able to deny that obeying me will be fulfilling and pleasurable. It will come naturally to her.
“Who decides if this clit needs a hoop running through it, Baby girl?”
Another violent shudder shakes her body before she licks her lips and meets my gaze. “You do, Papi.”
“Good girl.” I add a finger to her pussy and push both digits deeper while I press firmly against her clit and use my other two fingers to jiggle the catheter.
I’m aware that her clit runs deep and nerves line up with her urethra, making that tiny hole erogenous.
The tube inside her is most assuredly drawing attention to her pussy all by itself, but toying with it is making her writhe.
“Come for me, Little one. Show Papi how pretty you are when you orgasm.”
My mate shatters, her entire body shuddering as she obeys me.
I’ll never tire of watching her come undone.
It’s going to be a long six months waiting to get home.
I already hate the thought of not being able to talk to her and see her pretty eyes for all that time.
In the end, I will have her back. The reward for my travels will be a lifetime with my precious mate.
As she comes down from her high, I ease my fingers out of her diaper. She’s limp in my arms and smiling.