Music to my ears, but it doesn’t stop me from piercing her areola. Another rather hefty dose of my aphrodisiac.
“Owie…”
I chuckle as I meet her gaze again. She’s frowning. Her nipples are stiff points, but it’s hard to say if that’s from the cold or arousal. Her scent fills the room now, though, and I reach between her legs and stroke through her folds.
She’s soaked.
“Papi…” Her voice is huskier.
“Stay awake for me, Baby girl. Talk to me. Tell me your favorite color.”
She frowns. Her knees shake, but she doesn’t have the strength to buck my hand away from her pussy. I keep stroking it, gathering her wetness and circling her clit.
“Yellow,” she whispers.
I grin. “That’s perfect. I’ve been picturing yellow stones for your nipple rings. They will look so nice against your skin.” If the mention of getting her nipples pierced doesn’t rouse her, I don’t know what will.
She moans. “How about just my ears?” she murmurs, her eyes closing slightly.
I pinch her clit, forcing her eyes to pop back open. “I think you need a row of piercings up and down your labia and throughthis little clit. Turmerion stones. They will sparkle in the light. I wonder how good it will feel when I fuck your pretty pussy with all those piercings.”
She shakes her head. “Ears…”
I chuckle. She might not be fully awake, but she’s argumentative. I’ll take it. I lift my hand and chance a swat to her pussy.
Bailey’s eyes shoot wide again. “Papi…”
“I bet spanking your pussy will be even more effective after we add those stones. Four up each pretty lip and one through the hood of your clit. All of them will jiggle when I spank your naughty pussy.”
She rolls her head back and forth. “I’m not being naughty, Papi,” she argues.
Keeping my hand on her pussy, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her again. “My Little girl doesn’t have to be naughty to get spanked, does she?”
“No, Sir,” she mumbles against my mouth. Her mind is obviously totally intact. She remembers every detail of our last interactions on the mothership. Now why is she still so tired that even my serum isn’t enough to keep her awake for very long?
“Tell me what toys you like, Little one.”
She frowns. “I don’t have toys…”
“I bet you did when you were younger, huh?”
Her brow furrows deeper. “When I was very young.”
Fuck. I suspect her weird overprotective father also didn’t think she needed toys. “How about coloring? Do you like to color?”
She smiles. “Yes…”
“And dolls? How about dolls? I bet you’d like to have a doll with pretty brown curls like yours. You could even feed her a bottle like Papi feeds you.”
“Mmm…”
Her eyes open again when I drag a finger through her folds. I’m playing dirty to get her attention and keep it. Desperation fuels me.
She shudders and goosebumps rise on her skin. The temperature is very low in here now.
Thabo leans in closer and sets a hand on top of her head. “I’m going to examine you, Little one. He reaches for one of her eyes and holds it open before shining a bright light in it.
Bailey winces. “Don’t like that,” she complains.
