Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Allisa
Is this happening? He’s like a dream. Better than any dream. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I did know before tonight that I craved a man who could control me. I just never expected to meet one.
“Good girl,” he praises again, making my panties so wet they’re soaked now. He sets the glass down and puts his free palm on my thigh, stroking my skin with his fingers and thumb.
A moan escapes my lips as I stare at his hand. It’s so large that he’s covering damn near my entire thigh. My dress is so short that his thumb is precariously close to the elastic of my panties.
“Sit still, Baby girl,” he commands.
My breath hitches. I didn’t realize I was squirming.
He inhales deeply near my ear. “I can smell your pussy creaming for me, Little one. It’s the most delightful scent in the universe.”
My face heats at his crude words. He can smell my arousal?
He slides his fingers between my thighs and lightly grips my pale skin. “Spread your knees, Baby girl,” he whispers. Every word is a demand.
I’m shaking as I part my thighs a few inches, opening myself. I’m ten times more aroused, both from my obedience and this new position.
Is anyone watching us? What are they thinking? We must look like we’re about to fuck on this stool.
I don’t give a single fuck what anyone is thinking. This giant of a man is paying attention to me, not them. Me. The only woman in the room who looks absurdly childish. The one in a tiny pink dress and a ponytail. The one who was drinking a Shirley Temple.
“What’s your name, Baby girl?”
“Allisa,” I murmur.
“Allisa… What a pretty name.”
“And your name is Papi?” I ask.
He chuckles, his warm breath hitting my neck, making all the hairs stand on end. “No, Little one. Papi is an endearment Little girls use on Eleadia. It’s what you’ll call me. My name is Crogor.”
“Crogor…” I try it out. It’s an odd name.
“Papi,” he corrects.
I giggle. Is he actually laying claim to me? The idea terrifies and thrills me at the same time.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. It could be Kate or Mary. It could be Bradley. It makes me flinch.
Papi releases my thigh and surprises me by sliding his hand into the pocket of my dress. He grabs the phone, removes it, and puts it in the pocket of his suit jacket.
“Papi…” I murmur.
“We’ll address your phone later, Baby girl. Right now, your focus is on me.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Yes, Sir, or yes, Papi.”
I swallow. He’s so intense. It’s almost scary. “Yes, Sir,” I mumble.
“That’s my good girl. So polite.”
My body shivers. His words slay me.
He plants his huge hand on my tummy next, flattening my dress so that the hem rises almost too far, so close to exposing my panties.
Instinctively, I grip my knees together.
“Allisa…” he warns in a deeper voice. “What did I say about your thighs, naughty girl?”
I gasp. I’m shaking violently now. His thumb grazes the underside of my breast, making my head spin. “Papi…” I whine.
His lips come directly to my ear. He nips the lobe before saying. “Do you want me to spank you?”
My body goes rigid. I shake my head. “No, Sir.” Except I’m lying. Some part of me does want him to spank me. I crave it like a drug. I’ve been curious about having my bottom swatted for weeks.
Papi chuckles sardonically. “Your cream is so potent every inhale is making my cock harder for you, Baby girl.” He deliberately teases my breast again with his thumb. “Has anyone ever spanked your naughty bottom before?”
“No, Sir,” I whimper.
“Ah, so you’re curious.”
I don’t answer.
“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you, Allisa?”
“Probably, Sir,” I answer truthfully for some odd reason. If my naughty behavior will earn me a spanking, then yes, I will most likely misbehave.
He nibbles on my ear again. “I’ll spank you when we get upstairs, but I’m going to swat your pussy instead of your bottom if you don’t open those knees, naughty girl.”
Another gasp escapes my lips as I yank my legs open.
This is so intense. I’ve blocked out the rest of the room. The dull noise around me is far away as if I’m underwater. Just me and Papi.
“Good girl. Would you like another cherry? We don’t have them on Eleadia, so this is your last chance to eat them.”
“You don’t have cherries?” That’s kind of depressing.
“We don’t have any of the foods you have here, Baby girl.”
“Oh.” I’m shocked. I shouldn’t be. It’s another planet far away. I shouldn’t be surprised they don’t have hamburgers and pizza. But I’m kind of sad.
Papi moves his hand from my tummy to the cherries. He picks up another and brings it to my lips. “Lick it, Baby girl.”
I reach out with my tongue and flick the sweet juice.
“Mmm. You are precious.” He lets me have the treat, his fingers lingering for a moment between my lips before he releases it. “Chew slowly. Savor it, Little one. It will be a very long time before you eat solid foods after this.”
I take my time, memorizing the flavor. After I swallow, I ask, “Why won’t I eat solid foods, Papi?”
“We’re very careful about introducing our foods to human females. We don’t want to risk an allergic reaction.”
“What will I eat?” I can’t believe we’re having this conversation as if it’s a forgone conclusion that I’m going with him. The thought makes me tingle all over. I want him to take me away. I want it so badly that it’s hard to mourn what I’ll be losing.
I’m so unattached to Earth that the first thing I’m aware of that I’ll miss is the cherries. My parents are second. They will be sad. Probably also mad. But maybe it will appease them when Kate and Mary explain how unhappy I was. I’ll miss my friends, too.
I won’t miss my job or stupid Bradley. I won’t miss the fact that my life is not what I want it to be on Earth. It seems like this giant dark man who is wrapped around me has a Daddy side.
“You’ll drink formula until I decide to introduce solids, Little one.”
“Formula?”
“Yes. It’s specially designed for human females. So far, only one has had a negative reaction to it, and the doctors tweaked it so she could tolerate it. Don’t you worry.”
Papi feeds me one more cherry. His sticky fingers linger in front of my mouth as I eat it, then he says, “Lick Papi’s fingers clean, Baby girl.”
I lean slightly forward to draw his thumb into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. When he removes it with a pop to offer me his pointer, I give it the same erotic treatment.
If anyone is watching, they must be thinking “get a room.” The thought makes me feel powerful. This man is mine. He picked me. Not them.
Papi sets his hand on my inner thigh again. His fingers are wet with my saliva, and he grazes his thumb against the elastic of my panties.
A noise leaks out, startling me. My pussy is soaked and throbbing. I need him to touch me there. I don’t even care if anyone watches. Fuck ’em.
“I need to taste your nectar, Baby girl. It’s time to go upstairs.”
I whimper and nod.
“I’m going to pick you up, prop you on my hip, and carry you out of this noisy room. You’ll wrap your arms around my neck. If you don’t want to look at anyone, press your face into my shoulder, okay?”
“Yes, Papi. But my dress… It’s too short.”
“Don’t you worry, Baby girl. I’ll tuck it under you.”
“Okay.” I trust him. I don’t know why, but I do. I’m so drawn to him that I’m momentarily panicked when he releases my hands.
Quickly twisting around on my stool, I look up at him, seeing his face for the first time. My eyes widen. He takes my breath away. He’s stunningly gorgeous. Dark skin and darker hair. Even his eyes are dark. A deep brown that’s almost black.
His eyes dance as he smiles at me. Even though I know from his words, tone, and voice that he can be firm and dominant, I see indulgence in his expression. He finds me to be amusing.
I return his smile and reach my arms up.
Papi grabs me around the waist, lifts me off the stool, and settles me on his hip.
He immediately tucks my dress under my butt, keeping his hand firmly against my bottom as his other comes to the back of my head.
He guides my face toward his neck, giving me a strange sense of privacy as he turns away from the bar.
This is it? He’s just going to take me out of this room? There’s no paperwork? It seems too simple.
I can tell his stride is long. There are voices all around me, but I ignore them. I don’t care what anyone is saying or what they think. This man is mine. He chose me. He’s going to take me away from this planet.
In no time at all, we’ve gone through a door. As soon as it shuts, blissful silence reigns. I’m so relieved that I lift my head. Still holding his neck tightly, I look into his eyes.
He slides his hand from my neck to my back, supporting me. His other hand releases the hem of my dress and settles once again against my bottom, this time directly over my panties.
I squirm. It occurs to me that I’m soaking his suit jacket with my arousal. “Papi… Put me down.”
He chuckles. “Not a chance, Baby girl. It will be a long time before I set you on your feet and even longer before I permit you to walk again.”
My eyes widen. “What do you mean?”
He strides toward the elevator and pushes a button.
“You’ll be in stasis during the six-month journey to Eleadia.
When you wake up, your body will be very weak.
It will take some time for you to get your strength back, but even when you do, I won’t let you stand up, Little one.
We Papis are very protective. I won’t risk you falling.
” He lifts a brow as he enters the elevator, as if making sure I understand.
I’m too stunned to respond. “Six months…”
“It will feel like a nap to you, Baby girl. You’ll go to sleep and wake up as if no time has passed at all.” He enters the elevator.
It seems like a pivotal moment in my life. As the doors slide closed, I’m shut off from one world and moving into another.