Page 42 of His Little Cryptolite

“Thank you.”

I sense Papi coming up behind me even before he speaks. “Are you ready to move to the piercing chair?”

“I guess so, Papi.”

He unfastens the pillow and lifts me into his arms. “Let’s get it done so you don’t have to fret over it any longer. Do you like the cryptolite stones?”

“Yes, Sir. They’re very pretty.”

“They remind me of the color of those cherries you liked so much the night we met,” he says.

They remindmeof the flavor I’m constantly sucking through the pacifier. Can a flavor have a color?

Before I know it, I’m lying on a giant black exam chair. It’s high off the floor, and Papi is securing me to it in about six places. I’m unable to move an inch when he’s done. It’s probably for the best. I wouldn’t want to flinch and cause the hoops to enter me in the wrong place.

Papi holds them up to the light. “These are going to look stunning against your pale skin.” He hands them to Ekert.

I squeeze my eyes shut as Papi bends his head toward my chest. I know he’s going to numb my nipples. I’m prepared for that part. It’s the rest that has me freaking out.

Sophie stands on a stool near my head and holds my restrained hands.

I feel Ekert’s fingers as he pinches my breast, pushing my nipple up, and then I flinch at the sound of a small pop.

“Was that it?” I ask, not daring to look.

Papi strokes my tummy. “That was the first one. Hang on, Baby girl.”

Moments later, there’s another pop. It’s done. I’m still staring at the back of my eyelids.

Papi unfastens me and slides a hand behind my back to help me sit upright. “You can open your eyes now, Baby girl.”

I shake my head. “Don’t wanna.” That slight movement alone sends the hoops swaying back and forth. Oh, man. They are going to be difficult to get used to.

When I finally peel my eyes open, I’m stunned by the vision. It’s so surreal. I never in a million years would have gotten my nipples pierced. Granted, I also wouldn’t have allowed myself to be vulnerable enough with a human man to allow anyone to Daddy me.

With Crogor, everything is different. He’s the best thing in the universe to happen to me. I’m so lucky I went to Club Zoom that night. I shudder as I consider what might have happened to me if I hadn’t been chosen. I’d still be working at that awful marketing company. Bradley would still be stalking me. By now, he would have convinced my parents to talk me into marrying him. That’s how pushy the guy was.

Sometimes I think about my parents and my friends. It’s sad that I left and didn’t even say goodbye, but my life is better here.A hundred times improved. This is where I belong. This is who I belong with.

Chapter Sixteen

Crogor

“Are you ready to go to the park?” I ask as soon as my Little girl is over the initial shock of staring at her nipples.

The stones are stunning. Beyond my expectations. I love the way they sway and bounce every time she moves. I’m already planning a way to ensure that happens often.

It’s torture for me. My cock has been hard from the moment I met Allisa. I think it’s doubled in size in the last few minutes. There are simply no words to express how humbled I am to have found my mate. My life partner. My soul. My heart. My universe.

I reach out and tap one of the stones, sending it swaying against her pale skin. My cock isn’t the only thing hard. Her dainty buds are also erect, and they will stay that way nearly all the time, constantly swollen and needy. Every time she moves, they will remind her that she’s mine.

I palm the front of her diaper, finding it dry. This displeases me, and she knows it. She even cringes and sucks in a breath.

Starting today, we’re going to take steps toward diaper dependency. We’re also going to include a few things to ourhome to help her regress deeper. Some additions are being added while we’re gone today. My Little girl is going to be living in an environment that’s even more suitable to her cravings.

Allisa is quivering. I don’t think she is paying any attention to anyone in the room. She’s transfixed, and I’m certain her next move is not out of defiance but a genuine inability to think straight.

My Little girl lifts both hands to her breasts and touches the stones. A moment later, as if snapping out of a trance, she jerks her hands down and gasps, looking at me.