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)
She rubs my shoulders. “You can’t watch me every second, Papi, and sometimes I might get hurt. People do. It just happens no matter how careful you are.”
I tug her closer. “I can keep you right at my side most of the time, Baby girl. I intend to.”
She glances over the side of the chair. “That’s why you got a leash.”
“Yes.”
She draws in a deep breath. “The idea scares me a bit. It’s not…normal. On Earth some people practice a form of BDSM called pet play. Puppy play, or kittens or ponies. They wear a collar and leash. They sometimes eat from a bowl and even use a kennel. I don’t think I would like that, Papi.”
I nod. “I don’t intend for you to be my pet. You’re my mate. My Little girl. You will never be a pet. We don’t even have pets on Eleadia. The concept is foreign to us. When you wear my leash, I want it to make you feel protected and secure. I want it to calm you because you know you can’t get more than a few feet from me.”
She bites her bottom lip, but at least she’s not protesting.
“I won’t have you eat from a bowl on the floor, Little one. You’ll always take bottles, and when I’m ready to introduce other foods, you will do so in your highchair. You will nap in secure places where I can see you at all times, and starting tonight, you will sleep with me in our bed.”
She smiles. “I like that part.”
I ease my hands around and cup her pretty breasts before toying with the dangling stones. “My cock has been hard from the moment Ekert put these hoops through your nipples. The sight of them makes me want to strip you naked and remind you what it feels like to have me inside you.”
“I’d like that, Papi.”
I move my hands to her neck and trail my fingers around the circumference. “First, I want you to experience the collar and harness I got you. I can’t wait to see them on your body.”
She trembles, and the scent of her pheromones increases dramatically. She might fight me on this issue on principle, but physically her body wants to obey me.
“Here are my rules. When you’re wearing the collar, you will stay on your hands and knees at all times. I want you to associate the collar with crawling and sitting. No standing. You will wear it when I’m on an important call for work or too busy to watch you closely. You will not break this rule for any reason, understood?”
She swallows hard. “Yes, Papi.” I think she understands that I’m speaking from a place of actual fear for her safety. I’m grateful she’s not arguing with me.
I trail a finger down between her breasts. “The leash will land between your titties, Baby girl. The weight of it will remind you to stay on your bottom.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
I circle her breasts with both pointers. “The harness will reach over your shoulders, make a triangle around your breasts, crisscross against your back, and cinch tight around your ribs. I’ll be able to clasp the leash at the center of your back or between your breasts.” I emphasize my point by touching the spot in the center of her chest just below her breasts.
She shivers when I trail my finger back up her cleavage. “You may walk when you’re wearing it. When we’re in public, you will keep your shoulders back and display your titties proudly. The harness will draw attention to you because no one else has one.” I tap both shiny stones, making them sway.
“Yes, Papi,” she responds.
“You are my life. My everything. Your submission is a part of who you are. You crave my firm hand and extreme dominance because Fate knew what She was doing. You will obey me because you want to, and I will reward you for your submission in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.”
She smiles at me. “Yes, Papi.”
I shouldn’t be surprised by how easily she has acquiesced to my demands. It’s in her nature. She hadn’t known this about herself before she met me, but now she does, and she’s following her instincts.
I reach over the side of the chair and pick up the bag. “I will put the collar on you first. I want you to feel it around your neck and submit to what it represents.”
“Yes, Sir.” She’s trembling, but she’s not scared. She’s eager.
When I pull the collar out of the bag, her breath hitches. She doesn’t touch it, but she leans over to look at it in my palm. This is the first time I’m seeing it, too. It’s exactly what I asked Ekert to design. I’m beyond pleased with how it turned out.