Chapter 4 #2
When my cardigan hits the floor, I feel naked even though I’m still fully clothed. I’m wearing a white T-shirt and white bra under it. A plain white bra and plain white panties. That’s all I own. I don’t think he’s going to be impressed when he sees them.
His hands come to my waist. They’re so huge that his fingers touch at my back while his thumbs stroke just beneath my breasts.
My breath hitches. My legs barely hold me up. The flame is growing. I’m hot, burning from the inside out. My breasts feel heavy, and I want him to touch them. “Papi…”
His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. He does that a lot. It’s like he’s scenting me. “Your arousal smells divine, Little one.”
So, yes. He is scenting me. I’m nervous. “Papi, I’ve never…” My face heats. I don’t know how to tell him how inexperienced I am.
“You’ve never what, Baby girl?” he encourages, setting his forehead against mine.
I lick my lips. “I’ve never done anything with a man at all, Papi. You’re the first person to kiss me.”
“Then we’re even,” he murmurs.
I gasp, my eyes going wide.
He leans back a few inches, grinning. “The only females on Eleadia are the claimed mates who have come from Earth. All of our females died over a century ago in a strange cosmic event. Until we discovered Earth and our compatibility with human females, we were a planet of just males.”
I blink several times, processing what he’s told me. I have so many questions. “Wait, who gave birth to you if all the women died a hundred years ago.”
He chuckles. “My mother.”
“But…”
“I’m one-hundred-thirty years old, Little one. I told you we age slowly on Eleadia. You will, too. We will live together for centuries.”
Another gasp escapes my lips. He’s serious. No matter how many times he tells me this bit, I’m struggling to grasp it.
“You’re the first female I’ve touched in over one hundred years, Bailey. I’ve never lain with anyone.”
My heart is racing. He’s so confident. I never would have guessed he was also a virgin. Somehow that does not soothe me. It’s not as though it makes us even. After all, I’m a trembling mess, and he’s rock steady, his thumbs now stroking the undersides of my breasts.
“I’m not wearing sexy lingerie,” I blurt out.
He smiles and rubs his nose against mine again. “I don’t care what you’re wearing, Baby girl. I’m two seconds from removing every stitch of clothing. You’ll never wear anything like this again.”
I tip my head back and moan as his thumbs continue to torment me. It’s hard to focus. My nipples are pressing firmly against my bra. They ache for attention. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced in my life.
I wonder what kind of clothing I will wear on Eleadia, but I’m too distracted to ask. I can’t think with him touching me.
Suddenly he slides his hands under my shirt and pushes it up. “Lift your arms, Baby girl.”
I obey him, shivering as the cool air hits my skin.
“Good girl.”
God, I love it when he says that. It makes me want even more of what he’s offering. I want everything. I just met this man, and I’m on fire for him. I know it’s partly because of whatever he injected me with, but I don’t care.
Perhaps I’m truly hypnotized. That’s fine. I can be hypnotized if this is what it feels like.
Papi reaches around to my back and pops the hook of my bra.
Another hard shudder shakes me as my breasts are exposed. “How do you know how to unhook a bra?” I ask.
“Videos, Little one. Hundreds of videos. During the six-month journey to Earth, I watched them and learned everything I needed to know about how to take care of my mate.”
The embarrassingly plain bra falls to the floor, and my Papi lowers his gaze to stare at my chest. “You’re the most beautiful creature in the universe,” he whispers.
He certainly makes me feel pretty. Between his soft words and his intense gaze, I feel like a goddess. Then again, I’m the first live woman he’s seen in the flesh.
“Your little pink nipples are precious,” he murmurs a moment before bending to capture one in his mouth.
I rise onto my toes and moan loudly as he sucks my hard bud. My stomach tightens. A need is growing inside me. It’s not a sensation I’m familiar with. I don’t understand it at all. I assume this is arousal. It’s so powerful I want to strip off my jeans and beg him to make love to me.
Papi releases my nipple with a wet pop and flicks his tongue over the swollen bud, making me ache. With a low growl, he grabs me around the waist and rises, lifting me off the floor to lower me onto the bed again.
I swear he’s purring as he removes my shoes and socks before reaching for the button on my jeans. All I can do is watch as he lowers the zipper next and then tugs the denim over my hips.
Seconds later, the only scrap of clothing on me is my panties. I’m so close to the edge of the mattress that my legs are hanging off the side.
Papi slides his palms up my thighs, inhaling again.
I’m out of control, and I know it’s his fault. “You drugged me,” I whimper. “Your weird quill is making me horny.”
He chuckles. “No, Baby girl. Not this time. The only thing I’ve injected you with so far is a calming serum.
The reason you’re aroused is because you are my mate.
It’s fated. The Universe has decided you’re mine, and that determination is not something either of us can ignore or deny.
I can inject you with an aphrodisiac anytime I want, but I have not yet. ”
Holy cow. I can’t imagine how much more powerful this magnetic pull would be if he did that.
Papi slowly lowers my panties down my body and tosses them to the floor. “Bend your knees, Little one. Set your feet on the edge of the mattress and open your legs wide for me.”
My heart is racing. I can’t believe what he’s just said. Perhaps I’ve misheard him. There’s no way I can open my legs like that. I’m too embarrassed. The lights in here are bright. He will see all of me. My face is flaming.
He sets his hands on either side of my waist and leans over so his face is inches from mine. “Do you know what happens to naughty Little girls who don’t obey their Papis?”
I can’t breathe. Once again his tone does not match the crudeness of his words. I don’t move. I can’t. I’m not prepared to hear the answer.
He drops a kiss on my lips before continuing, “Naughty Little girls get their bottoms spanked. Do you need Papi to spank you before your bath, Bailey?”
My face grows hotter. Spank me? A rush of wetness leaks out of me. I can’t stop it. The tightness in my tummy increases. It hurts. I need something, and I don’t know what it is. I just know the clenching isn’t going to subside until I get it.
Shoot. He’s waiting. “No, Papi,” I finally manage to squeak.