Page 10 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Ten

Six months later …

Tekfan

“How is she doing?” Chadka asks as he enters the exam room. He looks down at Janelle’s chart. “She’s been here almost two weeks now. Adjusting well?”

Janelle is wrapped tightly around me. She shows amazing strength for someone who’s been on Eleadia twelve days. She made faster progress than the average female.

I keep both hands on her, rubbing her back. “Physically, she’s in excellent shape. She’s met every marker earlier than most. I’m worried about her anxiety, though.”

Chadka understands a lot about Little girls. After all, he and Thabo see them all day long at their clinic. He pulls up a chair and sits, putting himself at eye level with the two of us.

Janelle has her face buried in my neck, not looking at him, but she will have to lift her head in a moment—one way or another.

“I understand you suffered from anxiety on Earth, too, Little one. Is that right?” Chadka asks.

She nods against me.

I kiss her temple. “Look at the doctor, Baby girl. You need to be polite and answer his questions. Nodding and shaking your head isn’t acceptable.

” I try to be firm with her, but it tears my heart out when she cries.

She started crying about a week ago, and she does so often now. It makes me feel helpless.

“I worry a lot,” she whispers. It’s progress.

Better than nothing. It makes me feel sad for her life on Earth, though.

Not because I wish for her to have had anxiety.

I certainly don’t. But she’s told me a lot about her life.

She was homeless and alone for two years after nineteen years of a life that never treated her very well.

I look at Chadka. “I suspect she’s never really had anyone she could count on.

Even when her mother was alive, she wasn’t reliable.

Janelle didn’t know if there would be food or even heat when she came home from school.

She couldn’t be sure her mother would be home, and at times she didn’t come home for days. ”

“I bet that was scary, wasn’t it, Little one?” Chadka asks gently.

Janelle shrugs. “I didn’t know any different. I didn’t…care.” A sob escapes her lips before she sucks it back and continues, “I stopped trusting her when I was about ten. I had no expectations.”

Chadka’s brows are furrowed. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. You know you can count on Tekfan, right?”

She nods slowly. In theory, she believes me every time I tell her I will never leave her, but in reality, it’s very hard for her to fully trust me. Her tiny arms tighten around my neck.

Chadka smiles at her and shifts his attention to me.

“I really think she will grow out of this phase over time. It’s difficult for human females to grasp the permanency of relationships on Eleadia.

Even though deep inside she knows how strongly she feels for you, she can’t trust you feel the same for her.

It’s a foreign concept for any human female.

When I see someone like Janelle who suffered emotional trauma before coming here, they often have more trouble than others processing the bond. ”

“Is there anything I can do to help her?” I feel so incredibly helpless while I watch my Little girl panic over and over.

“Reassure her as often as she needs that you’re not going anywhere. Be patient. I know I don’t need to tell you that, but I’m sure inside, you’re hurting on her behalf, too.”

“Am I doing more harm than good by holding her all the time?”

“How much of the day are we talking about?” Chadka asks.

“Most of the time when she’s awake. Often when she’s sleeping, too.”

“Does she nap and sleep in her crib?”

I shake my head. “No. She did the first few days, but as soon as she started talking, she was able to voice her sheer panic at being left alone in her nursery. I spoke to Kalbrac. He had a special railing built for his bed when he returned to Eleadia with his Little, Clara. He said it gave him peace of mind that she wouldn’t fall out of bed, so I ordered one for my bed.

It helps me sleep without fear of her being injured. ”

Chadka nods. “I’ve heard about those railings. Genius idea. More and more Papis are ordering them. So, she’s been sleeping in your bed for naps and at night?”

“Yes. She can’t fully relax unless I’m touching her.”

“Have you tried using a pacifier?”

“Yes. I give it to her when it’s time to sleep. It helps, but her anxiety is still pretty high. The scent of her terror fills the room.”

Chadka rubs his chin. “I know you don’t mind holding her. Lord knows we would all hold our Little girls every hour of every day if we could. But eventually you’ll need to go back to work. You’ll always keep her close, usually in your line of sight, but she will need some independence from you.”

“That’s my concern,” I say.

“I suggest you start putting her down in her playpen and forcing her to learn to separate from you. Start with ten minutes twice a day and build up. I’m not saying you should leave the room.

Stay where she can see you. That’s normal for most relationships and will always be that way.

You’ll suffer your own form of panic attack if you leave her line of sight. ”

I chuckle. He’s right.

“She might fuss or complain, but let her cry it out. Be firm. Don’t pick her up until the ten minutes have passed. It doesn’t matter if she’s wailing the entire time. You’ll still add five minutes to the time each day.”

When I lower my gaze to Janelle, I find her pouting. Her brow is furrowed.

“Have you pleasured her yet since returning to Eleadia?”

“Not yet. I thought it was best to wait until we saw you today.”

“I’ll examine her, but I suspect she’s strong enough for you to start giving her the physical release she undoubtedly craves. It will strengthen your bond, and Little girls are more relaxed after an orgasm.”

Janelle stiffens. I know it bothers her when I discuss her pleasure with the doctors.

She’s embarrassed, but she’ll get used to it.

I will always talk to Chadka and Thabo about her sexual health.

It’s an important part of our lives. Unlike humans, we take sexual relations very seriously on Eleadia.

A good sex life is part of our existence as a couple.

Chadka stands. “Let’s get her on the exam table.”

Janelle whimpers as I rise and carry her to the table. She’s not going to release me without an argument. Her strength always becomes herculean when she thinks I might put her down.

She clings to me as I lower her to her bottom, gripping my neck so I’m unable to stand upright.

Chadka strokes her hair from the other side of the table. “I’ll give you two choices, Little one,” he says firmly.

I’m glad he’s going to be the bad guy here.

“If you can be a brave girl for me and let go of your Papi while I examine you, I promise he will keep both hands on you at all times. If you want to be stubborn, I will have him take two steps back and watch from a distance. You pick.”

Surprisingly, she releases me. She’s pouting, but I’ll take it. I keep one hand on her thigh and the other on the small of her back.

“Good girl,” Chadka praises. He tips her head back and feels the glands in her neck before going through all the normal preliminary parts of his exam. “Sit tall for me, Little one.”

Janelle straightens her spine. She’s trembling and sniffling, but she’s complying.

“Can you lift your arms high above your head? I want to see how long you can hold them up. It helps me assess your strength.”

She obeys. Thank the heavens.

Chadka glances at me as he cups her breasts from beneath. “She’s put on even more weight since I saw her when you first arrived. She looks very healthy.”

Janelle lowers her gaze. Her face softens.

On this one issue, I know she’s pleased.

She was stunned the first time I held her in front of a mirror so she could see her breasts.

Apparently they had always been small even before her nutrition deteriorated.

I doubt she’s ever had good nutritional habits.

She didn’t have the money to afford fruits and vegetables. Her mother certainly didn’t buy them.

“Keep feeding her the increased formula for a few more months. Eventually you’ll be able to cut back, but she could still use a few more pounds to be at her optimal body weight.”

“Will my boobs still grow?” she asks in a whisper.

Chadka smiles. “Probably a bit more, Little one.”

I know her breast size has kept her from wanting to leave the house. Oddly enough, she’s not nearly as concerned with her exposure as she is with fear that the other Little girls will ostracize her for the size of her boobs. No amount of explaining how absurd that notion is has mollified her.

“Let’s lie her back now.” Chadka doesn’t comment as he secures her hands above her head before restraining her below her breasts and across her tummy. He’s quick to remove her diaper, and immediately straps her legs open wide in the stirrups.

Janelle’s breathing grows ragged. The scent of her arousal fills my nose.

“Do you have any particular concerns?” Chadka asks me as he palpates her breasts.

“One. When Dankin examined her during her intake process on the mothership, he expressed some concern about the tightness of her rectum. He wasn’t sure if she was simply clenching too tightly or if her bottom is possibly too narrow.”

“Did he talk to you about dilation?”

“Yes.”

Janelle starts panting. “My butt is fine, Papi.”

I have a hand on her knee and one on her shoulder as promised. “We’ll let the doctor decide, Little one.”

“I’ll take a look. The probe will help detect any issues, too.” He rounds to stand between her legs.

She whimpers as he parts her folds and examines her closely. “Her pussy looks healthy. It’s swollen, pink, and moist, exactly what I would expect two weeks after arrival and before you’ve started pleasuring her.”

I watch as he exposes her clit and then circles it.

Janelle’s breath hitches, and she struggles against the restraints.

I’m well aware that the primary reason we restrain our Littles is because doing so heightens their arousal—both at home on the changing table and at the doctor’s office.

However, now that I have experience with my own Little girl, I’m thinking she could be seriously injured if I ever failed to strap her down before removing her diaper.

She’d possibly fly off the table and land on her head.

“You haven’t penetrated her pussy yet?”

I shake my head. “Not since we arrived home. I did introduce her to one finger before we made the journey. She has no prior experience inserting anything into her tight channel. I’ll need to work with her before I pleasure her with my cock.”

Janelle is panting. Her head is turned away from me, but I can see how pink her cheeks are. She’s mortified and aroused.

“You can start stretching her at any time, but I will tell you the human female body is resilient. No matter how much you prepare her, it’s still going to hurt the first time you enter her.

It won’t take long for her channel to adjust to your girth.

It also won’t hurt again after that first coupling. ”

I know all this, but saying it out loud in front of Janelle is precious. She’s really squirming now, and her arousal is through the roof. I can see her wetness leaking out from her lower lips.

Chadka continues, “It’s fine to use your fingers inside her.

Start with one, add a second, and finally a third.

Scissor them to help her muscles accept the intrusion.

If you want to, you can use the same dilators I’ll give you for her bottom inside her pussy.

Just don’t ever move a dilator from her rectum to her vagina.

The other way is fine, and will be very pleasurable to her, but you don’t want to introduce any bacteria into her pussy. ”

I nod. Most of the things I need to know about caring for my Little girl were in the dozens of books I read in preparation, but occasionally someone mentions something I’ve either forgotten or don’t recall reading.