Becky motioned to Krystyn and said in a sickeningly syrupy voice, “Oh, come on, Sweetie! You’ll love it, I promise. All babies love to suck on their pacifiers!”
Andrew resisted his fate by clenching his toothless jaws together as tightly as he could manage. Becky made a small motion with the tip of her forefinger across her cheek and lips to signal Krystyn what her next move should be, but Krystyn’s hand was already in motion. She knew what to do to force a recalcitrant infant to accept “his binkie”.
Becky grinned broadly as she watched Krystyn brush Andrew’s cheek lightly with the tip of the nipple before she returned it to the surface of his lips. Andrew’s restored baby instincts made his lips purse forward in quest of the promise the sensation had made. Krystyn smiled as she touched his lips with the end of the latex nipple to dampen it and draw him further into her mundane maternal spell. Andrew’s lips sucked instinctively, trying to pull the object into his mouth that was that was only millimeters from his reach. Krystyn passed the end of the binkie lightly over his lips once more before she positioned it under his nose and slid the nipple home between his lips. The slightly damp end of the latex nipple easily penetrated his closed lips to find its proper place in the warm wetness of his mouth.