I narrow my eyes at him. “Did you not throw it because you don’t know how or because you thought I might get injured?”
He winces. “Both?”
“Liar.” I snatch it from his palms. “I’m not going to fall for no reason, Papi. And even if I did, how could I possibly get injured landing on my padded butt in the grass?”
Nanish wraps his arms around me from behind, holding me tight, his forearms tucked under my breasts, the gems bobbing against him. “We’re wired to protect you, Little one. It’s never going to change. No amount of time or discussion is going to cause us to lighten up on our safety rules. Most Papis would never agree to let their Little girls do anything like this. However we know how important it is to you. We’ve spoken to Thabo and Chadka. They have assured us that the risk of injury from shooting hoops in the yard is extremely slim. You won’t be permitted to play out here without one of us supervising you at all times, and we will do our best not to panic, but be patient with us. We love you so much there are no words to describe how we feel, and our instinct is to protect you from harm.”
“I love you, too.” I release the ball and twist to hug him before turning to Bamgin and hugging him also. “Both of you. I love both of you so much.”
“I love you, too, Baby girl.” Bamgin kisses all over my face.
“Now, show us how to throw this basketball,” Nanish says as he picks it up off the ground.
I giggle as I watch him toss it toward the hoop and miss. “Silly, Papi. You have to lift it above your head like this.” I demonstrate, watching the ball once again sail into the hoop. I haven’t lost my touch, which pleases me.
“Showoff,” Nanish teases as he tries again. He misses again.
I feel light and giddy. I’m sure it will only be a matter of days before both of them are better at this sport than me, but in the meantime, there’s this one thing I know that they don’t.
Chapter Nineteen
Margaret
“You promised me sex,” I whine when Bamgin announces we’re going back inside so I can have a bottle and a nap.
Nanish picks me up and sets me on the counter. He keeps his hands on either side of me, and I’m certain he will not move one inch away from me because neither man believes I could actually sit on the counter without falling.
“Bottle, nap, and then sex, naughty girl.” Nanish tips his head down and nuzzles my breasts, using his nose to make them sway and bounce before drawing one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasp, grabbing his head as his tongue swirls around the swollen bud, his saliva seeping into the two holes to drive me crazy with lust. Tipping my head back, I moan. I can’t believe my nipples don’t hurt. The anesthetic properties of whatever I got injected with should have worn off by now. All I feel is arousal.
I’m marginally aware of Bamgin as he heats a bottle and then shakes it. It seems incongruent that these men are going to feed me a bottle, change my diaper, and then later fuck me ten waysto Sunday. Custom or not, it’s hard to wrap my head around the two incongruent sides. Babying me and then thrusting into me.
When Nanish switches nipples to torment my other one, Bamgin toys with the hoop, spinning it through the hole, causing even more saliva to enter my titty. I may be leery about having pierced nipples, but there’s no denying this strange sensation is the best feeling in the world. My Papis are welcome to suckle my titties anytime they want.
My pussy is swollen and needy, though, and I’m not pleased that they expect me to take a nap before they intend to have sex with me, especially since they’re tormenting me like this.
I whimper when Nanish releases my nipple with a pop and scoops me into his arms. “Time for your bottle.”
“Papi…”
He chuckles. “It’s good for you to experience some denial. It will happen often. Bamgin and I need to go back to work in a few days. You’ll always be with us when we’re in the office, but we won’t be able to pleasure you while we’re working.”
As he settles in the rocking chair in my nursery, I sit up straight and look at him. “You’ve never mentioned where you work or what you do.” How have I not asked this question before?
Bamgin sits on the footstool in front of the rocking chair. My Papis take turns feeding me, and often the other one sits on the stool to watch. It’s sweet that neither of them wants to miss out on my feedings.
Bamgin strokes my thigh. “We work for the government, the intergalactic trade division.”
My jaw drops. “Seriously? That sounds important.”
Nanish shrugs. “It is. Earth isn’t the only planet we have arrangements with.”
My eyes bug out. “You get women from other planets, too?”
Bamgin shakes his head. “No. Humans are the only beings we’ve found to be compatible with us as far as life mates, but we trade resources with other planets. Sometimes that resource is information. After all, that’s our arrangement with Earth, for all it’s worth.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
