Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten to her on some level. Her eyes look watery. Her bottom lip is quivering. “I don’t want to submit to anyone,” she whispers.
The poor thing tears at my heart. I roll her closer so her breasts press against my chest. I kiss the top of her head. “I know, Baby girl. It’s hard at first. It’s foreign and different, but I promise it will eventually feel right.”
“It won’t.” Yeah, she’s stubborn.
“One step at a time. You’re hungry and thirsty. Take the bottle for me. What can it hurt? It will fill your tummy and quench your thirst. Who cares if it comes from a bottle?”
“You do because you’re controlling.”
I chuckle. “I’ll give you that. I am controlling. But I will smother you with love at the same time.” I kiss her temple. She smells so much better now that I’ve removed the combination of scents she’d been wearing.
We survived bathtime, a spanking, and diapering. I love that she’s now free of hair products and makeup. She’s so pretty she takes my breath away. I lean her back and look down at her breasts, taking in the dusky nipples that have been hard since I unveiled them.
They will be hard for the rest of our lives after I have them pierced. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to tell her that part prematurely, but I’m thinking pink. Perhaps morganite. A soft pink/peach color will look amazing against her skin.
“Stop staring at my boobs,” she mutters. She tries to cover them again, but I gently remove her hand and bring it to my lips so I can kiss her knuckles.
“You’re so pretty, Little one. I’m going to stare at you a lot.”
“Can I have my dress back now?”
Here we go. I haven’t even won the battle of wills over the formula, and we’re moving back to the clothing discussion? Crap. “No, Baby girl. You don’t need your dress.”
“What am I going to wear? Will John pick up clothes for me?” It’s like she never heard me tell her she won’t be wearing clothes.
I shake my head. “No, but if you have some personal items you don’t want to leave behind, he’ll grab those. I can send him a list. Would you like to discuss that now?” I’ll do anything to avoid repeating the clothing conversation.
She frowns. “Fine. I’d like some pictures that are in a photo album on the shelf under my nightstand. And…” She hesitates.
“And what, Baby girl?”
“You won’t judge me?” She narrows her gaze again.
“Never.”
“The doll my mother bought me when I was three is next to the photo album. It’s all I have of my mother.”
“I’ll make sure John gets it.” I’m so fucking pleased to know she has a doll. “Anything else?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, makeup, clothes, hair products. Whatever you don’t have, I’d like to bring it, though Lord knows what I’ll do when it runs out.”
I chuckle. “You won’t need any of those things, Ava. Little girls don’t have makeup, hair products, or clothes on Eleadia.”
She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply through her renewed frustration. She’s fighting back another round of tears. She needs a bottle and a nap.
I tap her lips with the nipple. “Please drink for me, Little one.”
I’m relieved when she relents, letting the nipple into her mouth. It takes her a few moments to get the feel of it, and then she’s sucking, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest.
This is a moment I want to freeze for eternity. My Little girl, snuggled in my arms, her hair a wild mess of curls because I haven’t combed it or styled it, wearing nothing but a diaper, and finally taking her first bottle.
She’s precious, and I will cherish her for the rest of my life. No matter how long it takes for her to adapt, I will not lose my cool. I knew this could happen, and I was even more certain when I first saw her. On Earth, she might have been a dominant female, but she’s been lying to herself. Underneath the tough exterior is a submissive. I just need to coax her out.
For fifteen blessed minutes, my Little girl sucks down her bottle. She does so because she’s so thirsty and needs the nutrition. The fight has run out in her. She needs rest.
I stroke her skin while she suckles, trying to sooth her with my touch. I know it helps. Holding her helps, too. When we’re chest to chest like this, she will always calm. I could use my quill on her, and maybe I should have done so more than I have, but I didn’t want to cause her to argue that I’ve influenced her.
My serum can definitely influence her. I can use it to enhance her pleasure. I can use it to put her to sleep. I can also use it to dull her pain or completely numb an area of her body if need be. But my serum isn’t actually controlling her. She’s drawn to me as strongly as I’m drawn to her because that’s the way of Fate. Deep down, she knows this is true, but accepting it will take time.