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“That’s right. Do you think that includes rubbing them against the bed?”

“Yes, Sir.” She holds my gaze, braver than she was an hour ago. She’s horny, and she’s learning to trust that I will take her places she never dreamed.

She’s so submissive. So Little. I make another decision. “Nipples is a very grownup word, isn’t it, Baby girl?”

She shudders, purring. “Yes, Papi.” Fuck, her voice is so very Little. She’s with me on this issue.

“What do Baby girls like you call their nipples, Allisa?”

“Titties, Papi.”

“That’s right. Good girl.” My cock is revolting. I’ve never heard of a mate needing this level of regression. But Allisa does. That’s very clear. She’s the one who used the word titties first. Not me.

Just in case there’s any doubt about her safety, I want to be clear. “I will never ever harm you, Allisa. Do you know that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I will never injure you. Nothing will happen to mar your perfect skin. I may spank your naughty bottom hard enough for it to be red and burning, but I will not break the skin. Your safety will always be my top priority.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“What I will do is introduce you to new experiences and objects that make you squirm because the scent I want filling my nostrils for the rest of my life is my horny mate’s.”

Her cheeks pinken.

I dangle my latest device in her line of sight, tormenting her with the unknown. If she had the ability to focus, she would realize what this is. But forcing her to wonder is half the fun.

She’s so fucking precious. Her heart is racing against my palm. Her small breasts are flattened. If she weren’t so fucking turned on, I would not go down this path.

Chapter Eight

Crogor

“Do you know what this is, Baby girl?” I ask, giving the new device a shake.

She shudders. “Yes, Papi,” she admits in a low voice.

“Where is Papi going to put this, naughty girl?”

“Over my titties,” she murmurs softly. Oh yes. The babyish word definitely suits her.

“Why is Papi going to put these cups over your naughty titties, Allisa?”

“So I can’t rub them against the mattress, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I lift her higher so she’s fully upright. “Can you balance yourself for a few minutes while Papi attaches the titty cups, Little one?”

“Yes, Papi,” she whispers.

“Lift your arms up for me, Baby girl.”

Allisa follows my demand, her tiny arms trembling as she holds them above her head. She sways slightly, working hard to keep herself balanced.

I need to be quick. I line the two breast cups up to her chest, making sure her nipples are centered, and reach behind to fasten and tighten the straps.

I’ve seen pictures of hula girls wearing coconuts over their breasts. These chastity cups remind me of that except they’re clear and have an opening in the center. It’s wide enough for me to reach in and torment her nipples if I want, but when she leans forward, the cups are big enough to keep her nipples dangling without touching the bed.

In seconds, I have my hands on her again, one against her belly and the other at her lower back. I lean her slowly forward. “If you think you’ll be embarrassed in public wearing nothing but a diaper and nipple rings, imagine how much more humiliated you will feel if you force me to take you to the playground wearing chastity shields on your titties because you can’t keep your fingers off them.”