Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I squirm, whimpering. I want answers.
Papi sets his palm on my chest. “Try not to wiggle, Little one. Are you in pain? Blink twice if you’re in pain.”
I widen my eyes and glare at him without blinking at all. I’m not in pain. I’m frustrated. And I don’t want him to put me to sleep again.
The doctor jiggles the catheter in my urethra and then bends one of my legs wide and touches whatever is in my ass.
I clench and whimper.
“It’s a rectal catheter, Baby girl. Don’t fight it. It needs to stay in you so the doctor can flush out your bottom every few hours.”
I stiffen. What the absolute hell is he talking about? I’ve never heard of such a thing. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. There are a lot of things I’ve never heard of in this new world I’ve dropped into.
When Dankin sets my leg back where it was before, I try to pull my thighs together. There’s something between them. It’s keeping my knees very wide and bent. I try to lift my head to look down my body and come up short. There’s a strap across my forehead.
Papi cups my face. “Clara, look at Papi.”
I do, but it’s more of a glare.
He gives me a sympathetic smile that only infuriates me more. “You need to stay relaxed for now. The next time you wake up, we’ll let you have more mobility. You will heal faster if you keep your head still.”
I squeeze my legs around the firm object between them and buck my hips off the mattress.
Papi slides his hand down to apply pressure to my torso. “Clara, you’re going to hurt yourself. If you can’t stop struggling, I will put you to sleep again.”
I lift one of my legs and try to kick at whatever is between them. It’s too large, though. It won’t budge.
Dankin redirects my leg back into its curve around the hateful object. This time he wraps something around my ankle and secures it to my other ankle, keeping me from lifting either leg.
Papi strokes my forehead. “It’s a thigh spreader, Little one. Stop fighting it. It’s keeping your legs open. I’m not going to remove it.” His voice is firm.
I want to scream, but at the same time my heart is racing, and it beats even faster when Papi cups my pussy and pats my swollen vulva.
“When you’re diapered, you won’t be able to close your legs, Baby girl. When you’re not, I will restrain them so you can’t pull your thighs together. It’s my rule, not Dankin’s,” he says with authority.
All the blood rushes to my pussy. Copious wetness leaks out of me to run down around the tube holding my ass open. It’s so humiliating. I’ve never been so exposed. A tube is stretching both my urethra and my rectum open while Papi forces my legs to stay wide, exposing my pussy entirely.
He pats my pussy again.
I moan.
He removes his hand. “Can you be a good girl for me? If you can, I’ll cover you with the blanket again.”
I give a tiny nod and relax my legs. Darn him. I won’t win if I keep struggling. I won’t win any battle with Papi ever. My pussy pulses as I acknowledge that fact.
He smiles his approval and drapes the blanket over the lower half of my body, leaving my breasts exposed. When I try to reach for it and pull it up higher, he circles my wrist and shakes his head. That’s it. He admonishes me with nothing more than a head shake.
My heart races. I’m fucking aroused by the intense dominance this man is exerting over me while I’m barely post-surgical. His look alone brings me to my figurative knees. I have a feeling it will literally bring me to my knees for the rest of my life.
Papi strokes the side of my breast and then lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses the tips. “Deep breaths, Little one. I know you’re frustrated, but I want you to heal as fast as possible so we can head home.”
What does forcing me to keep my legs spread obscenely wide have to do with my nostrils healing? I want to shout this, but all I can do is buck my hips again. This time I can’t lift my feet. My heels are cuffed together.
Papi sets his free hand on my torso. “I’m not going to relent on this issue, Little one. Hard rule. I won’t let you squeeze your thighs around your pussy to get relief, not even while you’re healing. Even now, you’re feeling the need to mate again. That won’t subside. I can’t make it stop. It will consume you even in your sleep. If I let you draw your knees in and put pressure on your clit, you’re so consumed by the potency of our bonding that you’d be able to masturbate yourself to an orgasm.” He kisses my forehead. “Your orgasms are mine now, Clara.”