Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Allisa
“Weird.”
He chuckles. “I’ve heard it’s pretty strange.”
Suddenly, I realize I have a pressing question. “Do you know my friend Bailey? She was chosen a few months ago.”
“I don’t know her, Little one, but I’ve heard about her. Her Papi’s name is Zingar. They are en route to Eleadia. They should be halfway there by now.”
“Oh.” That idea is so strange. I figured Bailey was on another planet, living her best life. It never occurred to me that she wouldn’t have arrived yet. “Can I see her when we arrive?”
“Eventually, Little one. When you’re ready.”
I grin. That pleases me. “So you’re not taking me to your planet for some scientific research or a breeding colony or something nefarious?”
Papi laughs, the sound so pleasing to my ear that I know I want to hear it often. “No, Baby girl. No research. No breeding. In fact, you can’t get pregnant from me. We’re not compatible enough.”
I blow out a relieved breath. The thought of having this man’s baby makes me panic. He’s so big. The baby would weigh like twenty pounds and probably kill me.
The elevator doors open, and Papi steps into what looks like an ordinary apartment, except the furniture is larger. Everything is higher off the floor. I shouldn’t be surprised. He would look like a giant on an ordinary chair or couch.
As I glance around, my bladder reminds me that I never did pee. “I need to use the bathroom, Papi. Can you show me where it is?”
Instead of setting me on my feet, he carries me through a door into what I assume is his bedroom. He aims straight for the gigantic bed, grabs my hips, and pries me away from his side to lower me onto my butt.
“Lie back, Baby girl.”
I narrow my eyes, panic setting in again. Is he planning to fuck me right this second? “Please, can I use the bathroom, Papi?”
“Allisa…” he warns, narrowing his gaze. Now that I can see his face, I realize his expressions are going to turn his demands into something so much more powerful. The man could put a flea in its place with just a look.
I whimper as I lower onto my back. “But, Papi…”
He places a hand on my tummy. “There are many things I will tell you in the coming hours, Baby girl. Some of them will shock you. I need you to be a good girl and try not to panic with each new detail.”
“Okay,” I whisper. I don’t want him to be disappointed with me.
“Be respectful, Little one. Yes, Sir or yes, Papi. If I have to tell you again, I will spank you.”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.” His demand and my obedient response make my pussy pulse.
“Good girl. First thing you need to know is that there are no bathrooms for Little girls on Eleadia. Not in this apartment either. I will diaper you so you can go pee-pee.”
All the air leaves my lungs. My lips tremble at the thought of using a diaper. I’ve read books where the Little uses diapers, but I’ve never thought about doing something like that myself.
Have I?
My heart races as I think about one of the latest stories I read.
It was about a place called Regression Island.
All the Littles on the island used diapers.
If I’m honest with myself, the idea made me squirm, but there’s a big difference between finding something intriguing and titillating and actually doing it.
Papi waits patiently while I process his words.
When I’m able to speak, I ask, “Are you a Daddy Dom?”
He smiles. “Yes, Little one. It might not look quite like whatever you’ve learned on Earth, but all Eleadian men baby their Little girls.”
I lick my lips. “When you mentioned formula, did you mean you were going to give me a bottle?”
“Yes, Allisa. Thousands of bottles. Even after I introduce foods to you, you’ll still take bottles. I’ll enjoy holding you while you feed. It will be bonding for us.”
I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Bottles… Diapers… Am I okay with this? Does it even matter what I think?
When Papi presses against my tummy, I squirm. “Pee-pee, Papi.”
Papi keeps his hand on me while he reaches toward the nightstand. A moment later, he lifts my legs by the ankles, so my lower body rises off the mattress. He slides something under me.
I twist my head to see what it is.
“It’s just a pee pad, Baby girl. In case you have an accident while I’m changing you.”
My face heats. “I don’t have accidents, Papi. I’m a grown woman.”
He smiles indulgently. “By the time we reach Eleadia, you will have lost control of your bladder, Baby girl.” He says this matter-of-factly. “Some Little girls regain the ability to clench that muscle, and others don’t. It doesn’t matter because you’ll always be diapered either way.”
Tears come to my eyes. I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know if I like this plan. It’s fun to read about this type of relationship, but do I want to participate in such a regressed lifestyle?
“We should negotiate some things, Papi,” I say, trying to keep my voice level.
I don’t want to start crying outright. I’m familiar with the fact that some Daddies and Littles often make lists of things they like and don’t like.
They discuss them. The submissive tells the Dom what she’s willing to do.
Papi bends over me and kisses my forehead. “No negotiating, Baby girl. My rules are always final. There will be no debating. You’ll obey Papi or have a sore bottom. Understood?”
Tears slide down my temples. I can’t respond. His voice is so calm and pleasant. But his words are as foreign as his planet.
Papi picks up my hand with his free one and brings my fingers to his lips. He holds my gaze while he kisses the tips. Suddenly, something sharp pierces my skin.
“Ouch,” I cry out, trying to tug my hand free of his. What did he prick me with? I don’t see anything.
Papi continues to grip my hand, kissing and licking my fingers. He holds my gaze while he soothes me.
Gradually, I begin to calm as if he’s hypnotizing me. Maybe he is.
“Deep breaths, Baby girl,” he says softly. He never looks away. He’s holding my gaze hostage.
“What was that?” I whine.
“There’s a quill behind my front teeth. I’ll use it frequently to pierce your skin.
When I do so, I’ll release a serum into your body.
Sometimes I’ll use it to calm you, like now.
Other times, I might need to anesthetize you if you have an injury.
I can also put you to sleep or inject you with an aphrodisiac that will make you squirm. ”
My jaw drops.
He chuckles lightly. “I told you there were a lot of things you need to learn.”
I stare at his mouth. “I don’t see a quill.”
“It retracts behind my teeth, Baby girl. You won’t see it. You’ll feel it when I need you to.”
“I don’t like it.” I tug my fingers free of his grip and look at the tip of my pointer. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s still pulsing from where he pierced me.
“You won’t be familiar with a lot of Eleadian customs, Baby girl, but you’ll get used to them.”
I push out my chin. “On Earth, we negotiate with our partners.”
“On Eleadia we do not, Little one. You need to understand that I traveled a year, round trip, to find you. My primary concern for the rest of my life will be keeping you safe. I won’t take risks with you.
That’s why you will not walk without permission.
You also will not climb on furniture. It’s up too high.
You’ll keep your bottom on the floor at all times and crawl on your hands and knees. ”
I’m breathing erratically. My mind is a jumbled mess, trying to keep up. Part of me is excited to enter into exactly the kind of relationship I’ve longed for. The other part of me is scared out of my mind and afraid he’s going to take things too far.
Papi is still holding my gaze as he lifts his hand from my tummy and slides it under my dress before pressing against my bare skin.
His touch is warm and soothing, even though I’m acutely aware that I need to pee.
He’s applying just enough pressure against my bladder to make it impossible to ignore.
“You drank two of those cherry drinks, Baby girl. And then a glass of water.”
I’m well aware of this fact. My legs are hanging over the edge of the mattress, and I squeeze my thighs tightly together.
I’m seconds from having an accident. I just told him I’ve never wet myself, but I’ve never been in this type of situation either.
One where I was quite so desperate while someone pressed against my bladder.
“Papi…” I whine. It’s a new voice for me. I don’t think I’ve whined since I was a toddler. I reach for his forearm, trying to push his palm away from my tummy.
I’m in the most awkward position. No one has ever touched me so intimately. No one has ever lifted my dress, exposing my panties like this.
“Lift your hands over your head, Baby girl,” he orders in a gentle tone.
I don’t want to. I consider defying him. I shouldn’t let him manipulate me like he’s doing. But I seem to be a slave to his demands. My mind might be shouting at me to shove him away, but my body obeys him. My arms rise above my head against my will.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, sending tingles all over my body. “It feels good to obey Papi, doesn’t it, Little one?”
I nod subtly, again consumed with the sensation that I’m not controlling my head. He’s mesmerizing. There’s a war inside me, but the part of me that wants to be his good girl keeps winning.
He continues to rub my tummy with his giant hand that spans so wide that his pinky grazes the underside of my breasts while his thumb strokes the elastic of my panties.
“Lifting your arms stretches out your body and makes you feel more vulnerable. Your little tits rise higher on your chest. Even with this pretty dress on, you feel more exposed.”
He’s right.
“I can see the hard points of your sweet nipples pressing against the front of your bra and dress, Allisa. I bet they’re small and pink.”
I shudder, whimpering.
“Now, bend your knees, pull them up, and let them fall open wide against the mattress, Baby girl.”
“Papi…” I’m scared. Scared of losing myself. Scared of becoming a slave to this dark mysterious man who is manipulating me.
“You won’t hesitate when Papi tells you to do something, Little one. You’ll learn to follow my orders immediately to avoid my palm on your naughty bottom.”
My lips quiver. I’m overwhelmed. He’s asking too much of me.
“I know it’s hard at first. It’s against your nature. Human females aren’t accustomed to following orders. But in your heart, you know you were born to submit to me. You’ve been waiting your entire life for this moment.”
Is he right?
“You were always destined to be my Baby girl, Allisa. From the beginning of time.”
“Is that why you picked me?” I whisper.
“I didn’t choose you, Little one. Fate did. She doesn’t make mistakes. I’ve been at Club Zoom for four nights, watching and waiting for my perfect mate to come into the club. If you hadn’t come tonight, I would have remained waiting until you did.”
My breath hitches. “Really?”
“Yes, Baby girl. You’re mine. We will spend centuries together, you and me. A few months after we arrive on my planet, we’ll be so in tune with each other that we’ll operate as a well-oiled machine, practically one living being.”
His words frighten me and intrigue me at the same time. I want to belong to someone. I want to belong to him. But it’s really scary.
“Spread your legs, Baby girl. Do as Papi says. Your pussy is creaming for me. I want to smell it stronger.”
It’s weird that he can smell me. Or maybe it isn’t so strange. I can smell him, too. He has a unique scent that I can’t place. Masculine. Dominant. Is that a scent? Perhaps he smells like his soap. Clean. Fresh. None of the smells are familiar to me.
His palm digs into my tummy, reminding me that he’s waiting for my obedience.
I fight tears as I pull my shaky knees up and spread them. I’m voluntarily submitting to this man who insists there will be no negotiating. Cool air hits my wet panties. My cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“That’s a good girl.” He removes his hand from my belly, towering over me as he uses both pointers to trail along the straps of my dress and then down toward the bodice.
I arch my chest off the bed when he grazes over my nipples, so horny I can’t focus.
“This dress is so pretty, Baby girl. Feminine and delicate. It suits you, doesn’t it?”
I give a slight nod. “Yes, Papi.”
He glances down. “Your panties match. I bet your bra does, too.”
I swallow.
“I’m going to remove your clothes, Little one. I want to see your breasts and those tight little nipples.”
Goosebumps rise all over my body. My nipples are so hard they ache. I want him to see them. I want him to touch them.
I’m ridiculously attached to this man I just met. I can’t stop it.