Page 13 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Twelve

Tekfan

I’m not sure about my latest idea for tough love, but I’m going for it. I’ve put Janelle in her playpen and stepped out of sight. I’m only around the corner in the hallway, but she doesn’t know that.

She’s bawling, and she has been for five solid minutes.

We’ve built up to this. For several days, I left her in the playpen without leaving the room. I increased the length of time every day. She never liked it, but she eventually stopped screaming and reduced herself to sniffles.

She’s playing me. I won’t deny she suffers from separation anxiety, but she also has me wrapped around her pinky. At least she’s not standing. She only rose onto her feet twice in her playpen. I spanked her hard both times and made her start her time over. She hasn’t done that again.

“Papi, come back,” she wails.

I take a deep breath and pace in the hallway. I hate this. I don’t even want to put her down. I’d rather hold her every minute of the day. She’s my mate. Our bond is strong and growing stronger.

Janelle has been here three weeks, and we haven’t consummated our union.

I give her a lot of orgasms, and I take myself in hand several times a day, too.

But I’ve been fearful about entering her tiny body.

I don’t want to hurt her. It’s inevitable and unavoidable.

I’ve asked several Papis, including Thabo if there’s any way to avoid causing her pain, and they’ve all told me it’s not possible.

It will hurt the first time no matter what.

I’ve done everything I can to mitigate the discomfort. There’s no reason to wait any longer. But I fucking hate the idea of seeing her face scrunch up when I enter her.

At ten minutes, her cries slow down. “Papi?” she calls out.

I’m going to wait five more minutes before I go back into the living room. We have to do this. I need to go back to work in a few days. I’ve put it off long enough. Customers are waiting patiently, but I’ve been gone over a year. Some of my properties are in desperate need of attention.

I have men who work for me maintaining lawns, but I’m the designer. Anyone who wants to redo their landscaping has been waiting.

I’ll take Janelle with me to every job. No one minds that. She’ll stay in her stroller nearby while I work. That’s not an issue. The problem is I have to be able to put her down. I can’t hold her while I’m working. She’ll be able to see me, but I can’t carry her around.

I have a few ideas that might help encourage her to stop panicking. I’m at my wits end, so I’m going to have to pull out all the stops.

When fifteen minutes are up, I step back into the living room. I’m shaking as badly as she is. I don’t like leaving her. I don’t like putting her down. But life demands I do so, and I need Janelle to work with me so that we aren’t both stressed out every time we’re separated.

Janelle’s chest is rising and falling from her sobs when I reach over the side of the playpen to pick her up. She clutches me around the neck as though I’ve come back from a ten-year voyage to the outer limits of the universe.

I carry her to the sink and wet a washcloth before leaning her back to wipe her tears away.

She’s no longer sobbing, but she’s still shaking and sucking back tears. “I don’t like it when you do that, Papi.”

I kiss her forehead and grab a bottle from the fridge to heat up.

Her heart rate slows, and her breathing eases until she’s sniffling. She knows I’ll hold her while she eats. She likes it when I feed her. We both do.

I head for the nursery and settle in the rocking chair, leaning her back in my arms before tapping her lips with the nipple.

I smile at her while she suckles. We both love this part of every day.

It’s bonding. Not as bonding as sex will be, but our connection is more intense while we stare into each other’s eyes.

Janelle fills her diaper while she eats, and when the bottle is empty, I carry her to the changing table. I strap her down like always with her arms stretched over her head, her torso secured above and below her breasts.

This time, I bend her knees and restrain them in a wide position.

Janelle starts panting as soon as I open her diaper. Not surprising. She’s learned what happens during a diaper change. What she doesn’t know is that I’m about to shake things up.

The first thing I do is clean her skin, and then I reach for the dilating tool. We’ve moved to the fourth size. It’s not nearly as large as my cock, but it stretches both of her holes more than anything prior.

I pull the hood back from her clit and circle the little nub with the blunt tip of the phallic device.

She sighs and sinks into the changing table.

Far too soon, I move the dilator to her pussy and ease it into her.

Janelle lifts her head, frowning.

Bingo. My girl is way too conditioned to expect things a certain way.

Time to switch it up a bit. I ignore her look of confusion, spend less than a minute stretching her cunt, and then move the device lower.

I have to grab the lube to coat the tip because I didn’t linger long enough in her vagina for her arousal to drip out.

“Papi…” She squirms when the cold lube touches her puckered hole, and she whimpers indignantly when I push it into her bottom. I don’t turn on the vibrations. I simply slide it in and out while watching her face in my peripheral vision.

Janelle is so used to being permitted to orgasm from the dilator that she finds it pleasurable even without the foreplay. As soon as I feel the beginning of her rectum contracting around the rod, I remove it and grab a diaper.

She jerks her head up. “Papi?”

“What, Baby girl?” I say as though I have no idea what she’s questioning. I finish diapering her, remove her restraints, and lift her into my arms.

Her brow is furrowed. I can smell her arousal.

I wonder if she can smell mine. I head back to the living room, settle on the center cushion of the couch, and pick up my ereader.

I haven’t read much since we got home. I’m always with Janelle, and I’d rather devote all my attention to her. But it’s time to get her attention.

I open my device and choose a book about soil nutrients. It’s going to be boring as hell, but I think Janelle needs to feel uncomfortable.

She’s fidgeting from being stimulated and not granted an orgasm. She can’t possibly be comfortable sitting on my lap without the armrest on either side of me. And if she reads over my shoulder, she’s going to wish she were anywhere else in the universe.

This will backfire on me if it turns out Janelle is extremely interested in soil nutrients.

When she squirms, I give her hip a squeeze. “Sit still, Little one.”

“But, Papi…”

I pretend to read.

“My bottom tingles, Papi.”

I glance at her. “Why’s that, Baby girl?”

She pouts. “Because you didn’t let me come.”

“Mmm. How do you like that feeling?”

“I don’t like it.”

“I don’t like it, either, Janelle. I like to watch my girl come apart while I touch her.”

She narrows her gaze. “Are you punishing me?”

“Nope.” I tap her nose. “I’m simply figuring out what your currency is.”

“My currency? What does that mean?”

“Everyone has a price they’re willing to pay to get something. How much are you willing to trade for an orgasm?”

Her eyes narrow to tiny slits. She’s a smart girl. She’s catching on. “You aren’t going to give me pleasure anymore until I sit nicely in my playpen?”

“Seems like it’s worth a try.”

She pushes her bottom lip out.

I scroll to the next page of my book as if I actually read anything. I like that she’s thinking. Hopefully I’m onto something here.

She sniffles.

Darn it. Tears could be my undoing. I need to be firm. I set my ereader down and turn her so she’s straddling me. Lacing my fingers at her back, I wait for her to lift her head.

“I’m scared, Papi,” she whispers, sniffling again.

“What are you scared of, Little one.”

“I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared of being alone.”

“Baby girl, you’ll never lose me. You’ll never be alone.”

“But I might.”

“Nope. We’re mated for eternity, Janelle. Nothing can break our bond. Even if you throw a tantrum every single day for the rest of our lives, I’ll still be here with you.”

Her lip trembles. “Not if something happens to you.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“You don’t know that. People get sick or they fall and hit their heads or they get hit by a car. They die.” Her voice rises.

Hmm. I hadn’t considered this fear as the reason for her anxiety.

“Baby girl, it’s very rare for anyone to get sick on Eleadia.

We don’t have the germs that exist on Earth.

Falling is rather unlikely, and besides, you can’t steal any of my fears.

That’s not fair. I’m supposed to worry about you falling, not the other way around,” I tease.

“You might, though. I wouldn’t even know what to do. I don’t have a phone, and I’m not allowed to go outside alone. What if something happened to you in the house and I couldn’t get help?”

I rub her back. “How about if I show you how to call for help in an emergency and give you permission to go next door if I’m ever unconscious?”

She nods. “Okay.”

“As for cars, we don’t have any, remember?

We only have duocruisers. They don’t go very fast, and it’s incredibly rare for two of them to collide or hit a person.

They have safety features that prevent crashes.

The duocruiser can detect if someone darts out in front of it or if another vehicle gets too close. It automatically stops.”

“Really?”

“Yep. What else is giving you anxiety?”

She shrugs. “I just feel more connected to you when you’re touching me. It’s less scary.”

“Do you know what else would make you feel more connected to me?”

“What?” Her eyes widen at her innocent curiosity.

“If we got your nipples pierced and if we had sex.”

Her lips part. “Both of those are scary.” Her voice is small.

“I know they are, and I will not rush you to do either. I’m just telling you that part of your stress stems from us not fully bonding. After we do, you’ll feel more connected to me at all times. We both will. You’ll sense where I am in the house. You’ll know I’m safe when I go into another room.”

She looks down at her chest. “Ekert said my nipples will tingle all the time after they’re pierced. I already feel like I spend most of my time thinking about what it will be like when you make love to me. I don’t think I could handle it if I was more consumed than I am now.”

Thank the heavens. At least she’s on the same page as me.

I was starting to worry she didn’t care if we had sex.

I know theoretically it can’t go on like this forever.

The bond grows on its own. It will consume us more each day until neither of us is capable of ignoring the magnetic pull.

But most mates do not go this long without consummating their union, so my concerns have been reasonable.

I slide my hand up to the back of her neck.

“You are the most important person in my life, Janelle. You always will be until the end of time. I know you feel the same. You can’t avoid it.

Some Little girls have arrived here feeling the opposite of you.

They don’t want their Papis to touch them because they’re angry about being whisked off Earth without a choice. ”

“That doesn’t make sense. They had a choice. They didn’t have to go to Club Zoom. I feel like the luckiest woman in the universe. I only went to the club to get warm, and I woke up in your arms. I got to leave that horrible planet that was mean to me. I’m so grateful.”

I smile. I’m glad she feels that way. “Well, for a lot of Little girls, it’s hard. Even though they signed the paperwork, they knew the odds of being chosen were slim. They never expected it could happen to them. They spend days and sometimes weeks fighting the pull toward their mate.”

“They can’t fight it forever, though,” she says softly.

“No, they can’t, and neither can you.”

My words hover in the air between us.

I can almost hear my girl thinking. I hadn’t really expected my plan to deny her an orgasm to work so quickly in my favor, but it seems like it’s done the trick.

Janelle lurches forward and throws her arms around me. “I’m sorry, Papi. I’m sorry I’ve been so naughty.”

I hold her closer, pressing her chest against mine.

“You haven’t been naughty, Little one. You’ve been anxious.

It’s not the same thing. I would never make light of your fears.

I’ve been stressed, too, Baby girl, because I don’t like my mate to feel such emotional turmoil.

I want you to be happy and smiling. I want to fix whatever makes you anxious and make it go away. ”

She glances at my ereader on the cushion. “Your book is boring.”

I chuckle. “That was intentional.”

She giggles. Fuck I missed that sound. She twists her neck to look at her playpen. “I’ll be brave, Papi. Put me in the playpen. I’ll try to occupy my mind by exploring my toys so you can read about dirt.”

When I laugh, both of our bodies shake. My gaze lowers to Janelle’s breasts. I slide my hands around to cup her breasts.

She arches into my touch, her eyes rolling back.

I thumb her nipples. “Tomorrow we’re going to get these pierced.”

“Okay, Papi,” she whispers.

“Good girl. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“I know it won’t hurt. You’ll numb them. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about my eyes rolling back into my head so that I can’t see anymore. Did you notice how Sophie nearly left her body when her Papi touched her titties?”

I laugh. “I did notice, Little one.”

“That’s scary.” Her eyes are wide.

“It’s part of life.”

“After we get them pierced, will you have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

She sits taller. “You will?”

“Absolutely. I’m confident you’ll beg me to make love to you once those pretty stones are hanging from your buds.”

She smiles and palms my shoulders. “I like that my boobs are bigger since we moved here, but my nipples are still small. I hope they get larger, too. Sophie’s nipples are bigger than mine.”

“I suspect they will.” I slide my hands under her armpits and lift her into the air several inches so I can reach her breasts with my mouth. Holding her aloft, I suck one in hard and flick it over and over with my tongue.

She squirms, but she can’t dislodge herself from my hold. She’ll never be able to escape me if I don’t want her to. She’s too small.

I love the way she pants as I release her nipple and shift my attention to the other. I love the way she arches into me even more. And, lastly, I love the way she moans. It goes straight to my cock.