Page 46 of His Little Cryptolite

Bailey shakes her head. “No. It’s the same for all of us. You’re not crazy. Even after three months, I feel sort of empty when we’re apart.”

There’s a soft smile on my face. Now that I’ve spoken candidly with Bailey, I’m not as anxious. “There’s a lot I don’t understand, mostly about myself, but I find it soothing that Papi gets me. Even when I don’t get myself. He can scent my arousal and even my emotions. It gives him insight into what I need at any given time. Sometimes he points out how I’m feeling before I’ve processed it myself, and he’s always right.”

Bailey nods. “That’s exactly how it is. I get you. It’s how I ended up with thirteen piercings.” She giggles.

I shudder. “Sheesh. You didn’t even have your ears pierced before, did you?”

“Nope. Nothing.” She turns her head to one side so I can see her earrings. They match the yellow stones dangling from her nipples. “The stones are called turmerion.”

“They’re really pretty.”

“So are your red ones. What are they called?”

“You’re going to laugh.”

“Why?”

“Cryptolite.”

She covers her mouth as she chuckles. “That’s funny. Like kryptonite.”

“See? That’s what I said when Sophie showed them to me.”

I glance down at her diaper. Damn, it’s weird to sit here talking to a grown woman I’ve known for all of our adult lives while wearing a diaper. “And you’re really wearing one of these cups?”

“Yes. It happens a lot. The hoop that runs through my clit hood causes the sensitive tip to be exposed all the time, and then I end up absently rocking against my diaper. I’m not fond of this new invention. When Chadka brought it out, I nearly fainted.”

I swallow and decide to continue this odd conversation. “Yours must be different from mine. I can’t close my legs when I’m wearing the one that goes down there.”

She cringes. “Yikes. Mine must be narrower. I end up wearing it a lot because I’m naughty.” She shrugs.

I can’t keep from giggling. I’m so glad I’ve gotten to spend this time with her. I look again toward the playground. Am I jealous of the women who are laughing and running around? I glance at Papi again, and my tummy quivers. I don’t envy anyone because I want something different. I want Papi to have more control over me than what seems to be the norm. I’m not even embarrassed by that. If anyone asks, I’ll just tell them I’m not allowed to run and play. I don’t need to conform to the other women I see. We’re all navigating a strange new world. Who cares if mine looks a bit different?

Bailey sighs. “I think our Papis are headed this way. I guess our time is up. I hope they let us get together again soon.”

“Me, too.” My heart is racing as I watch the giant, dark man I’m totally in love with stride this direction. I pick up my pacifier and rub my lips with it. I haven’t touched it since I sat down to talk to Bailey, and now I’m shaking with the need to suckle.

By the time Papi reaches me, I’m panting, willing him to touch me. Not just touch me. I want him to fully claim me. I just worked through so many feelings, and now I’m in a better head space. I want my Papi inside me.

Chapter Eighteen

Crogor

My heart is full. Without a single word, I know that coming to the park and forcing Allisa to face her fears and her friend was the right thing to do. A huge weight has lifted off her. It was obvious even from yards away where I stood watching her like a hawk.

Even from a distance, I could sense every subtle nuance as she worked through dozens of emotions. I saw clearly when she stared longingly at the other Little girls playing and then glanced at me. She may have had a flash of jealousy at how carefree the other Littles are, but the smoldering look she gave me in that moment said everything.

She longs for me and what I’m offering her more than any other option. She will forgo ever moving from her blanket to join in the frolicking if it’s what I ask of her because she wants to please me.

I’m confident she understands that what we have is based on a mutual gratification. Yes, I want her to allow me to controlher more than most Papis, but it stems from the fact that my overbearing dominance is what she craves. She can’t hide it.

As soon as we get home, I move her to the bouncy seat I used when we first got home two weeks ago. We’re going to try several new things. I think she will be so fucking horny by the time I work through the list that her pussy will be ready for me. Then we’re moving this party to the bedroom.

The first thing I do after securing her into the seat with a three-point strap at her waist is attach a band to the sides of her pacifier and around the back of her head so she can’t spit it out.

Allisa doesn’t like to relinquish the binky anyway, so there’s almost no chance she would willingly release it, but I know immediately that securing it was the right decision because she arches her cupped chest while filling the room with a rush of her arousal.

When my Little girl reaches up to pull on the pacifier, I calmly lower her hand and secure it to a strap at her hip, repeating the action on the other side.