I flinch. “You mean now?”
She twists to look up at me. “Yes, Papi. It’s inevitable anyway. Might as well get it over with.”
I glance at Skarg. He’s rubbing his chin. “There’s no pressure to do it today, Baby girl.”
She shrugs. “I know, but thereispressure to do it at some point, and I’m trying to be brave. Can we just get it over with?”
I bend and yank her out of the chair, making her giggle as I rush across the room and enter the open door that leads to the reclined chair she’ll sit in while Ekert does the piercing.
Everyone chuckles at my silly actions, but they all join us in the piercing room. I’m glad the door was open and I noticed this was where the magic happened.
Skarg joins me on the same side of Mercy after I set her on the chair. He takes her hand, kisses her fingertips, and pricks the center one. “Are you sure, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Papi. As sure as I’ll ever be, which is about forty-nine percent, so don’t take too long. I might change my mind.”
He smiles before leaning over her chest. Cupping one of her breasts, he suckles the nipple until she’s whimpering.
I know the moment he injects the tip because her eyes roll back.
When he releases her, he nods toward me, and I do the same to her other breast, numbing the nipple and surrounding areola to ensure she won’t feel a thing. We don’t want our girl to be in any pain.
“Lean back, Little one,” I encourage as Ekert prepares his tools across from us.
Sophie stands on a stool near Mercy’s head. “I’ll hold your hands. You can squeeze mine if you’re scared.”
“Thank you,” Mercy says.
I lift her arms above her head and secure them, causing her breasts to sit higher on her chest. The tips are already hard and pointy. Some of that is from nerves. The rest is from our suckling.
Ekert secures Mercy to the reclining chair in several more locations down her body. I’m sure he doesn’t want to risk her flinching.
“How long will it take?” Mercy asks, her voice cracking.
“Seconds, Little one,” Ekert tells her. He pinches one of her nipples to plump it up. “Can you feel this?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Look at Sophie.” He lines the piercing tool up with her nipple and presses something on the side. It’s that easy and fast. Suddenly the yellow stone is dangling from her pretty tit.
“Was that it?” Mercy asks.
I cup her face, ensuring she doesn’t look down. “That was the first hoop, Little one. Deep breaths.”
She doesn’t even have time to inhale before I hear the pop of the second hoop entering her little bud.
“So pretty,” Skarg says in awe.
I lower my gaze from Mercy’s face. All the air leaves my lungs as I stare at the dangling stones. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the love I feel for this Little girl. I’m so overwhelmed with emotions that I fear my knees will buckle. I’m humbled by her bravery today. She’s overcome so many fears and the day is still young.
Ekert removes all the straps and helps Mercy sit up. When she looks down at her chest, her breath hitches. “I can’t believe I did that.”
I kiss her forehead. “We’re proud of you.”
Skarg grips her thigh. “He’s right, Baby girl. We’re both so proud of you.”
Ekert holds up the necklace. “Lean your head forward for me, Little one. I’ll weld the chain together at the back of your neck. The necklace won’t ever be removed either.”
She does as she’s told, and I squeeze her hand while Ekert finishes securing the chain.
