Chapter Fifteen
Zingar
My Little girl is adorably disgruntled when I strap her into her high chair. She frowns and complains because I’ve started restraining her wrists to her sides before putting the tray on.
“Papi…”
We’ve been through this many times in the past few days.
“I promise I won’t get my hands in the way.”
I tap her nose. “I know you won’t, naughty girl. You can’t because they’re secured against your hips,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “But I can feed myself.”
Around and around we go. It always starts with her insisting she won’t try to take the spoon from me and then turns to this other direction where she argues she doesn’t need me to feed her at all.
I’m not angry. I’ll never get angry with her. She’s found her voice, and I’m so glad that she’s healthy and happy that I don’t care if she’s sassy and whines. It’s a game we play. She tests me so that she can prove to herself that no matter how naughtyshe is, I will never turn my back on her. Nor will I ever get so frustrated that I snap.
This is what my girl needs, and she’ll get it from me even if she continues to whimper and protest for two hundred years.
I’ve learned that it’s hard for her to ask me to spank her. I’ve explained that anytime she feels like she needs to feel the sharp sting of my crop or my palm she can just make the request. But my mate prefers to misbehave.
It’s cute. She never does anything that’s actually unsafe. That’s how I know she’s just using her naughty behavior to fulfill her needs. She doesn’t open the front door or drag a chair to the counter and climb up to a dangerous height. She hasn’t opened a knife drawer or played with an electrical socket.
No. My girl likes to backtalk or whine. She argues about things that I know don’t bother her like me feeding her or bathing her. She loves when I take care of her. I know this because I can scent it on her. Bailey simply uses any opportunity to push me for a punishment.
I’ve been swatting her nipples and her clit at least once a day. She loves the sting. And my Little girl is going to lose her sweet mind when we get all her piercings in place.
We haven’t discussed my plans yet because there was no need. I’m simply going to tell her that we’re leaving right before we head to Ekert’s.
I’ve spoken to Ekert several times. He sent me pictures of the stones he and Sophie have chosen. Thirteen of them. It’s excessive, but we’re doing it. All at once. Today.
I told Bailey we would discuss piercings after she’d been here two weeks. That’s today, but there will be no discussion. If I thought she really objected to the idea, that would be different. But my girl goes wild when I prick her skin in every one of those locations.
We haven’t had sex yet because waiting until today for that was also important. I’ve spent a lot of time between her legs, though, usually when she’s on the changing table. I don’t miss any opportunity to lower my mouth to her pussy and pierce her labia all up and down her folds.
I don’t numb my girl before I prick her, so she’s beyond prepared to accept the hoops. After a few strategically placed numbing injections, she’ll be able to get all eight hoops along her labia—four on each side—without feeling a thing.
Several things are going to happen before that this morning, though. Starting with my girl whining about her secured wrists.
I calmly grab the back of her hair, pull her head back to elongate her neck and make her feel vulnerable, and then kiss a line down her neck and chest until I reach a nipple. Without warning, I hold her little bud with my teeth and push my quill into her areola.
Bailey cries out in fake protest.
Her pretty nipple is swollen and throbbing when I release it, and I flick my tongue over the tip to reinforce my punishment.
Is it really a punishment, though? No. Not at all. If I checked her pussy, I would find it soaked. I can smell her essence filling the room.
“Papi…” Bailey pushes her bottom lip out and pouts.
I chuckle as I settle in front of her with a plate of food. I’m still processing everything I feed her so that it’s a soft consistency. I’m not willing to give her anything solid that would require actually chewing. It will be months before I do that. For now, she’s stuck with spoonfuls of relatively bland foods that won’t upset her tummy.
We’re up to three today. Her variety is growing. I’m also reintroducing formula soon. That scares me more than one food at a time since it’s hard to know for sure if the ingredient that’s been removed is the correct one. But the doctors assureme that my mate has suffered no actual harm from the months she was sustained with the original formula. It simply made her lethargic.
“Are you going to be a good girl now while I feed you?”
“Humph.” She rolls her pretty eyes.
