Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Crogor
The connection I feel toward this Little girl is ten times more powerful than I anticipated. I was told what to expect, but there is no way to grasp the magnitude of the bond until one experiences it themselves.
I was late entering the club tonight. To be honest, I’d been upstairs, pacing, deliberating the value of this trip. I was feeling impatient and frustrated that I’d been here four nights without meeting my mate.
Yes, I’ve heard some of my peers have waited much longer, but that didn’t keep me from stressing out.
Thank goodness, I came down to the control room on the second floor when I did.
I arrived just as my Little girl finished her first drink and ordered another.
If I’d waited much longer, Allisa might have left, and I wouldn’t have known she’d been there. Who knows when she would have returned.
Fate chose her for me. I’m certain of that. If she’d left, I would have been waiting, oblivious to her prior presence, until she came again. Even worse, her scent could have lingered, torturing me.
I knew she was mine before I descended the stairs, but it was confirmed the moment I entered the crowded, noisy room.
My gaze landed on her where she sat at the end of the bar.
She took my breath away with her pale complexion and hair.
I nearly chuckled at the way Fate matched the two of us—one dark as night, one light as a cloud.
Her skin is stunning. It’s nearly translucent. My cock stiffens further every time I stare at the contrast of my hand against her body.
She’s perfection in every way. Her hair is soft and long, the curls tamed by whatever products she uses. After I bathe her, the locks will dry naturally, allowing me a glimpse into what she will look like in the future.
The only makeup she’s wearing is the black mascara nearly all females on Earth seem to wear. I’ll wash it off, revealing what I suspect are pale lashes. They will never be covered with artificial color again.
Her lips are shiny and smell sweet. She’s wearing some sort of gloss on them that makes me want to taste her mouth. I won’t, though. I’ll wait until that artificial product is also washed away. It’s transparent, not hiding the fact that her lips are full and pink. Pouty at times. Adorably so.
The pucker of her nipples is small against her dress and the bra underneath, leading me to believe they will be hard tiny points. My guess is they’re the same shade of pink as her lips.
Already I’m picturing the stones I want dangling from the swollen tips. Cryptolite. It’s a deep red the same color as those cherries she likes. It will pop against her pale skin.
She’s daintier than the average human female. Five-two I’m guessing. Small boned. Her fingers are so precious. I could hold her hands in mine and stare at them for hours.
A deep inhale reminds me that her pussy is creaming for me.
It will be pink and swollen, too. I remind myself she will have hair there.
Curls. Most likely blond like the hair on her head.
I’ll permanently remove it soon, but I’m looking forward to seeing it before I do so.
Rubbing my cheek against it. Perhaps I’ll take a picture so that later I can look back and remind myself what my Little girl’s pussy looked like when I met her.
There’s something so pure about her. Innocent. Adorable.
I push her dress up to expose her tummy and the precious pink, lacey panties she’s wearing. Setting my hands on her inner thighs, I use my thumbs to stroke the elastic edge of the soaked material.
“Papi…” she whimpers in that tiny voice of hers.
“Shhh. Be a good girl. Stay still for Papi. I want to open you like a gift.”
I love the way she trembles. I know she needs to pee, but that fact makes her squirm even more, which drives me out of my head with lust. My cock is so hard it aches.
I don’t care if she loses control and wets herself. It will endear her to me even more. It would also embarrass her, but I’m starting to believe she might thrive on that level of submission.
I have questions. I’m going to ask her now before I peel this dress over her head. Sliding the tips of my thumbs under the edge of her panties, I meet her gaze. “How many men have seen this pussy, Baby girl?”
Her face turns dark red, and she bites her lower lip.
I grip her thighs, digging my thumbs into her tender skin.
“None, Papi,” she whispers.
For some reason, that pleases me greatly. It wouldn’t matter either way, but I like knowing she’s all mine.
“What about you? Do you play with this little pussy when you’re alone, Baby girl?” I reach over the gusset of her panties and stroke the soaked fabric.
My Little girl whimpers and bucks, digging her heels into the mattress so she can lift her hips. She would slam her legs closed if I weren’t holding her thighs. Her small hands are fisted together above her head.
“Answer my question, Allisa. I want to know everything about you. There’s no right or wrong answer.” I press my thumb against her clit.
She cries out, arching her chest this time. “Papi…”
“Tell Papi what experience you have, Baby girl.”
Her head rolls back and forth.
I need to narrow my question to specifics. She’s too tongue-tied to answer broad questions. “Have you touched your pussy with your fingers, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. Her cheeks are bright red. With her skin, she’ll never be able to hide her flushed face.
“What about up inside your cunt, Little one? Have you pushed your fingers into your tight channel?” I’m aware that I’m using very vulgar language. Cunt is a word humans are sometimes averse to. I’m feeling her out. She didn’t cringe at the term.
“No, Papi.” Her voice is barely audible.
“Have you put anything else inside that sweet little pussy, Baby girl?”
She shakes her head.
I tap my thumb over her clit. “When you stroke this little button, do you orgasm, Allisa?”
She turns her face all the way to one side and tries to bury it in the crook of her elbow. “No, Papi,” she murmurs.
“Never?” I ask, trying to control my voice.
She gives another sharp shake of her head.
I won’t allow my girl to respond nonverbally, but do I push her this early in our relationship?
I’m so humbled to find that she has some knowledge and interest in the sort of life she will live with me.
I sensed a Little inside her the moment I set eyes on her.
That feeling intensified even from a distance as soon as I could smell the sweetness of her silly drink and her lip gloss.
As I approached, I confirmed she was not consuming alcohol, which pleased me.
Feeding her those sweet cherries was a delight. I know she enjoyed them. She purred every time I put one in her mouth. She’s going to be sad when she realizes we don’t feed our Little girls treats at all.
Perhaps at some point in the future, I’ll introduce her to similar natural berries, but not for a very long time.
The thought makes me cringe inside. Berries are a choking hazard.
I’d never let her eat them whole. The bright red cherries at the bar also made me nervous.
I fed her four. We won’t be doing anything like that again.
Every inhale draws more of my girl’s sweet essence into me.
I decide to push her. “Words, Baby girl. When Papi asks you a question, I expect you to respond politely with words. Shaking your head or nodding will not suffice. It’s impolite.
You’ll use those same manners with every man we encounter. Understood?”
Her throat bobs as she nods.
I lift a brow.
Her lips part on a small gasp as she realizes her blunder. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, look at Papi.” I stroke her clit again over the wet panties. When she meets my gaze, I continue, “I want to know what your experiences have been, Baby girl. Am I understanding correctly that you have touched this swollen little clit, but you’ve never reached orgasm?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
I press directly against the bundle of nerves again, loving the way she bucks her hips to no avail.
Her whimpers are precious. “Your body is mine now, Baby girl. I will show you pleasure you’ve never imagined.
You will not touch this sweet button again.
Papi decides when you’ve earned release. Understood?”
She shudders. “Yes, Papi.” More of her sweet cream fills my nose.
She likes my dominance. She’s proven that over and over. I know she’s scared. That’s normal. But her body bends to me already. She can’t help it. She’s my chosen mate.
“I’m going to take your dress off now, Little one.”
She whimpers again. “We just met…” Her words are breathy.
I slide my hands from her thighs to her waist, spanning her entire torso.
Her dress is already bunched up over her chest. “You’re mine, Baby girl.
It’s not the sort of thing where we go to dinner, chat, get to know each other, and I take you home and ask you out again.
You’re just mine. It’s Fated. You can feel the connection as strongly as I do, but for you, the concept is so foreign that your mind is fighting the draw. ”
She lowers her hands and sets them on my forearms. “I’m scared, Papi.”
My heart. “I know, Little one. I’ll do my best to keep you calm while you adjust to your new life. Lift your arms back where I told you to put them, so I can slide your dress off. I’m going to help you go pee-pee, and then I’m going to spank your bottom.”
Her lip quivers again. “I don’t think I want you to spank me, Papi,” she murmurs.
I grab the material of her dress and slide it up and over her head. As soon as it’s free, I press it down around her wrists, pinning her as I lean over her. I glance down at her body—now clad in nothing but a matching pale-pink bra-and-panty set.
Fuck, she’s stunning. Every inch of her is perfection.
I trail a finger up from her belly button to her chin and tap the little divot.
“We’ll find out if you enjoy being spanked or not, Baby girl.
If you don’t like having your bottom swatted until it’s red and sore, you won’t disobey Papi.
If you like the way it feels, you’ll probably misbehave intentionally and often in order to get the adrenaline rush some Little girls enjoy from being spanked. ”
Her eyes widen again.
I smile. “Whether or not you spend your days with a red-hot bottom is up to you, Little one. I’m going to be firm with you. Either you obey my rules, or you face the consequences.”
Tears gather in her eyes again. They slide out and down her temples. She’s facing a lot. It’s not surprising that she’s emotional.
I release the dress and free it from her hands before holding it up and shaking it out. “This is so very pretty, Baby girl. I bet you felt like a princess wearing it.”
She sniffles. “Yes, Sir. Can I keep it?”
“No, Little one. You won’t need it on Eleadia.”
“What will I wear?”
This is where things get dicey. Human females are easily shocked by many of the customs on Eleadia. This one is a particular sticking point. “Diapers, Baby girl. Nothing else.”
Her gasp is loud. “What?”
I trail a finger down between the cups of her lacey bra.
It has a clasp in the front, and I tap it.
“Little girls do not cover their breasts on Eleadia.” I decide to go all in and lay out my cards right now.
“In fact, quite the opposite. Soon after you regain your strength, we will go to a jeweler and have your nipples pierced. Pretty hoops will circle through each bud with precious stones dangling from them. The piercings are a symbol of our union, much like wedding rings on Earth. The difference is, they will never be removed, and they will draw attention to your breasts.”
I’m not sure her eyes could possibly bug out farther. She’s not even breathing. Finally, she sucks in air. “I don’t want my nipples pierced, Papi.”
“You will in time, Little one. We’ll wait until you’re ready. When you see everyone else’s pretty stones, you’ll change your mind.”
She’s struggling to keep her arms above her head. Her palms are fisted, and she lowers them to her hair. “It will hurt, Papi.”
“Nope. Not at all. Remember, Papi has a quill. I’ll use it to numb your little nipples. You won’t feel a thing.”
She gasps again. “I’ll feel the quill,” she nearly shouts.
I chuckle. “Trust me, Baby girl. You’ll learn to love my quill.”
“I don’t think so,” she whines.
I reach my finger under the clasp of her bra and pop it free.