Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Zingar
Fuck, she’s precious. So incredibly submissive. I meant what I said. I have not injected her with an aphrodisiac. This is all her responding to the need to bond with me.
She smells so fucking good. I could stay here and breathe her in for hours. Days. But I need to wash her. Not only will she feel amazing after a bath in Eleadian water, but she will smell even more intoxicating to me.
First I want her to open up for me. I feel drawn to enforce my dominance over her. Show her what it means to submit to me.
She’s stunned by the suggestion that I will spank her. That’s expected. I knew she would be shocked. Nearly all human females are startled by that revelation. Though there are adults on Earth who practice various forms of dominance and submission, including impact play, the majority do not.
I will inevitably spank this Little girl. I know this because just the mention of doing so made her pussy leak. She’s intrigued. She can’t hide that fact. If she needs me to spank her right now, all she has to do is defy my order to spread her legs. She’s battling with the idea as I watch her.
The other type of D/s humans rarely practice is age play. As more and more females are claimed, it’s becoming obvious that very few are familiar with the concept of being completely cared for by their mates.
Seeing to every single one of our Little girls’ needs is innate and undeniable in Eleadian males. We aren’t flexible on that issue. I will be introducing my Little girl to what that means soon.
Too many seconds have passed. I need to exert my authority.
“Papi is going to count to three, Little one. If you haven’t obeyed my order, I will assume it’s because you’d like to experience the feel of my palm on your bottom.
That’s okay, too. I can spank your pretty bottom if you’d like me to, but I’ll still expect you to return to your back and spread your legs for me afterward. ”
The little sounds that escape her lips make my cock hard every time. She’s confused and nervous and processing everything I’m throwing at her. It’s normal. Expected.
She’s so small. Dainty. Adorable. When she bends her knees and opens them for me, she looks even tinier.
I don’t help her. I let her hold herself open for me. She needs to know that it’s important to follow my orders. She also needs to learn that she will be rewarded for doing so.
“Such a good girl.” I will tell her that often because she likes to be praised. Her essence fills the room every time I do so.
I finally set my hands on her inner thighs and hold her wide, applying just enough pressure to make her feel like she has no choice.
I’ve studied the needs of females. They vary greatly.
For many, it calms them when they know they don’t have options.
Restraining them helps take away the burden of feeling like they’re choosing to be dominated.
Bailey’s pulse slows marginally at my touch.
“That’s a good girl. Let yourself relax.
Don’t fight the desire to obey Papi. I know it feels odd at first, but you’ll get used to it.
” I lower my gaze to the pretty curls between her legs.
They’re soaked with her essence. The scent of her arousal fills the room.
Powerful. It makes my cock harder than ever.
The bath can wait a few more minutes. I feel the urge to push my pretty mate while she’s nearly writhing. “Take a deep breath, Little one. You’ll open yourself up like this for Papi many times a day. You’ll learn to do so without hesitation.”
Her breath hitches as I stroke her inner thighs with my thumbs.
“Lift your arms above your head, Baby girl. Clasp your hands together.”
She’s shaking as she obeys me. That’s okay. The important thing is for her to recognize the need to follow my orders.
“Good girl. That feels good, doesn’t it? Your pretty breasts lift. Your little nipples are so hard. I bet your clit is so swollen it’s pushing the hood back.” I glance down at her pussy again. I can’t see her clit through the soft downy hair, but soon she will no longer have that barrier.
Her fingers are nearly white from fisting them together. “Papi…”
“Has anyone ever touched this pretty pussy, Bailey?”
She shakes her head, her cheeks a dark pink.
“Words, Baby girl.”
“No, Sir,” she murmurs.
“Not even you? Have you ever played with your little clit or pushed your fingers up into your pussy, Little one?”
Her face turns even darker. “No, Sir,” she whispers almost too softly to hear.
A part of me is glad. It wouldn’t matter, but I like knowing all her firsts will be mine. “I’m going to taste your pussy, Baby girl. You keep your hands right where they are.”
She gasps as I lower my mouth to her mound. I want to take my time, but I’m too eager. I part my lips and suckle her without hesitation, loving the way she cries out. If I weren’t holding her thighs down, she would buck clear off the bed. I’m expecting that, though, so I grip her firmly.
Fuck, she tastes divine. I’m going to come in my pants while I eat my mate. It takes only a second to zone in on her clit, capture it between my teeth, and flick it with my tongue.
Bailey screams. The rush of liquid coming from her pussy tells me she’s reached her peak. I quickly thrust my tongue into her channel, loving the way it pulses around me, milking me with strong waves of pleasure.
She’s panting heavily as I release her pussy and wipe my lips on the back of my hand. I want to continue sucking on her, but I’ll do it again soon.
While she’s limp and sated, I lift her into my arms and carry her into the kitchen. She’s still trying to get enough oxygen as I fill the basin with warm water. Her head lolls back and forth against my arm.
“I’m going to lower you into the basin now, Baby girl.”
Her eyes widen and focus as I lower her body into the water. She looks around. “Where are we?”
“The kitchen, Little one. All of our homes have a basin in the kitchen where we wash our mates.”
“Why can’t I just use the tub in the bathroom?” she asks as she tries to sit upright.
I guide her to lean back and rest her head on the edge of the basin. She’s restless, though, flailing around enough to make me nervous. Without a word, I bring one of her wrists to the side of the basin and fasten it. I do the same to the other side while she’s still blinking in confusion.
“Papi…” she whimpers.
“The restraints are meant to keep you safe, Little one. I don’t want you to fall. It’s a long way to the floor.” I tap her thighs. “Open your legs, Bailey. I’ll wash your pussy first.”
While she hesitates, I fill my palm with the gentle soap of my people. My Little girl parts her small knees, though. She’s trembling, and she can’t hide her growing arousal even under the water.
“Such a good girl,” I praise as I reach between her legs to gently stroke her folds. My precious mate spreads her knees wider for me.
“Papi…” she murmurs.
“I know, Little one. You need more, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is barely audible. Her embarrassment is adorable.
When I’m done tormenting her labia and clit, I run a finger between her folds, finding her entrance. Watching her face, I ease into her.
She bucks her hips clear off the bottom of the basin, making me glad I secured her. “Oh, God. Papi… Please.”
I ease my finger deeper. Fuck, she’s tight. I’m going to have to stretch her cunt often before I can take her with my cock. She’s also very responsive to my touch. She’s writhing and moaning, tugging on her wrists.
I won’t have her injuring herself. Yanking my finger out of her, I try to catch her gaze.
Bailey starts sniffling. “Papi…”
I grab her wrists and hold her down while I wait for her to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wild, a darker shade of brown as she looks at me. “If you want Papi to continue fingering your pussy, you’ll stop tugging on your arms. I won’t have you rubbing your wrists raw, Little one.”
She nods. “Okay, Papi. I’ll be good.” She grips the edges of the basin. Desperation rings loud in her voice.
I kiss her and let go of her arms. “Good girl.”
Her knees are wide, and she lifts her bottom, silently begging.
Building her up again, I stroke through her folds, loving her sweet sounds. When I thrust my finger in as deep as I can, she white-knuckles the side of the basin and cries out.
Adding a second finger, I stretch her farther. Her pussy is so very tight. My cock is throbbing in my pants.
When I press my thumb against her clit, she comes, gracing me with yet another orgasm. Our bond is growing stronger. It’s all-consuming. I’m stunned by how powerful it is. No amount of education prepared me for this.
My Little girl is panting while I wash her body. When I think she can, I help her sit more upright. “Tip your head back, Baby girl. Let Papi wash your hair.”
I’m torturing myself by touching her more than necessary. I take my time, running my fingers through her curls, massaging her scalp until she’s moaning loud enough to tell me she could probably come from any touch.
Eventually I rinse her off, let the water out, and release her wrists. I grab a towel, wrap it around her, and lift her out of the basin.
She snuggles against my chest, sated and exhausted, paying no attention while I retrieve a bottle from the fridge and heat it up.
After carrying my precious mate to the living room, I set the bottle on the end table, swap the towel for a soft blanket, bundle it around her, and settle on the sofa. Her eyes are nearly closed when I retrieve the bottle and tap her lips with the nipple. “You need to feed, Little one.”
She blinks at me, glancing down. “What is that?”
“A bottle, Baby girl. Papi will bottle feed you for a long time. The formula has everything you need to nourish your body. When I decide you’re ready, I’ll gradually introduce you to foods from my planet, making sure you don’t have any allergic reactions to our plants.”
“Can’t I just drink it?” she asks.
“No, Little one. Feeding you is one of the many ways I will take care of you. It will fill my soul. I will rock you and hold you while you eat. It will strengthen our bond.”
She hesitates only another few seconds before parting her pretty lips.
“Good girl. Suckle for me, Little one.” I jiggle the nipple in her mouth.
It takes her a few moments to get used to the feeling, but soon she’s sucking hard.
My heart is overflowing. I love her to pieces. When she wraps one of her small hands around my finger, I think I might actually burst with happiness.
I’m the luckiest Eleadian male in the universe.