Page 16 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Fourteen

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“Did you have fun, Baby girl?” I ask as I strap Janelle into her stroller.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you so much. I feel better. You were right.”

“What was I right about, Little one?”

“Everything.”

I smile. I’m incredibly relieved by how well that went.

“Clara said her Papi doesn’t let her use the word fuck ,” she blurts out.

I lift my brows. “Your Papi doesn’t either. It’s not a pretty word coming from your little lips.”

“But you use it,” she counters.

I tap her nose. “Not very often, and I’m the Papi. The rule applies to you.”

‘That’s not fair,” she grumbles. She crosses her arms and huffs. Apparently she picked up a bit of spunk in her time with the other girls. I’m not sorry, but I’m curious to see how this goes.

For now, I need her to keep from touching her nipples, so I calmly part her folded arms and lower one hand to her side where I circle her wrist with a Velcro cuff at her hip.

She gasps as I do the same to the other arm.

“Papi…”

“No folding your arms, naughty girl. I know you weren’t thinking about your nipples this time when you did so, but after we leave the jeweler, you’ll be thinking about them all the time. You may not touch them. No matter how tempting it may be.”

She squirms, and I can smell her arousal. I’m aware it’s very common for Little girls to get horny from being restrained, and so far that has proven true for Janelle, but I’m reminded of that fact every time I introduce a new method of restraint.

This is the first time I’ve strapped her arms to her sides in her stroller. I don’t think she ever noticed the cuffs before now. She’s breathing heavily, and her pretty nipples are hard points.

I love it when they get stiff like that.

It makes my cock hard. One of these days I’m going to ejaculate all over her chest and watch my come run down her breasts.

It’s a fantasy of mine. It will drive her mad when my semen gets all over her skin, but it will drive her doubly through the roof when my essence touches the piercings.

“Papi, I don’t like that,” she complains.

I bend forward and kiss her pouting lips. “Yes, you do.”

She pushes her bottom lip out farther. “No fair.”

“What’s no fair, naughty girl?”

“That you can smell things. It’s not normal.”

“It’s normal for Eleadians. I can scent your arousal, but I can also scent your fear or any other emotion you experience.” I lean in closer, conspiratorially. “And guess what?”

“What?”

“Your sense of smell will grow over time, too. If you stop to think about it, you can already scent things more than you could on Earth. When you inhale my arousal, it makes your pussy pulse. You just haven’t realized it. It’s foreign to you.”

“Hey…” she says, sitting up taller. “Can you hear better than humans?”

I wonder where this is coming from, and I have a suspicion. “Why do you ask, naughty girl?” It’s hard for me to keep a straight face.

“Because Clara said she thinks her Papi can hear her from a distance. That’s why she whispered when she told us he doesn’t let her say fuck .”

I reach up with both hands, cup her breasts, and tweak her nipples hard.

“Owie!” she cries out.

“How many seconds has it been since I told you not to use that word, Janelle?”

“I was using it as an example. You can’t punish me for repeating something someone else said,” she argues defiantly.

“Who decides when I can and can’t punish you?” I’m holding back laughter, but barely.

She pouts again. “We should negotiate. You can’t just pinch my tits when I use a bad word.”

I grip both of them again, holding them hostage. “I make the rules. I decide what punishments to dole out and when. Next time I might spank you. The next time I might tease your bottom with one of those thick dilators until you’re about to come then leave you hanging. My choice.”

Her cheeks turn bright pink, and her jaw drops open. Her pussy also floods her diaper.

I lean in close again. “Know what else?”

She shakes her head.

“Your pussy is so wet right now that you’re about to rock your clit against the front of your diaper to try to get relief.” I grip her thighs to steady her so she can’t move because as I suspected, her arousal just shot even higher with my words.

I hold her steady, loving the way her heart is beating harder, how her lips are parted, how heavily she’s breathing, and how stiff her nipples are. It’s kind of mean of me to push her, but I decide to prove how much I can affect her with my dirty talk. “Guess what else, naughty girl.”

She doesn’t move an inch or say a word.

I kiss her cheek. “The sensation you get when I pinch your naughty little titties is going to quadruple after they’re pierced. The next time I tweak them, the little hoops running through them will make that pain spike. And”—I smile at her—“your pussy will clench down so hard your head will spin.”

She gasps. One point for Papi. I hold her gaze, waiting for her need to wane before I release her thighs.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she murmurs.

“What question was that, Baby girl?” I know exactly what question we’re discussing, but I like to make her squirm.

She gives an exasperated sigh. “Can Papis hear better than humans?”

“Hmmm. You’re wondering if Kalbrac could hear Clara say fuck from over by the sandbox?”

She narrows her gaze, glaring at me.

I kiss her again. “Baby girl, I’m not going to answer that question, but I can tell you that he didn’t need to hear her.

None of us needed to hear anything you three said to guess the topics.

The fact that you all kept glancing over at us and then leaning in to whisper was all the evidence we needed.

You’ll never be able to keep secrets from Papi.

Even if you tried, your body language would give you away.

If I caught you telling me fibs, I would punish you in a way that would ensure you never did so again, so maybe don’t try it. ”

She cocks her head to one side. “By spanking me?”

I chuckle. “Nope. That would never be effective. You enjoy having your bottom swatted too much for it to be an actual deterrent. I have far better ways to punish you that will be more effective.”

“Like teasing my bottom with that stupid dildo?”

“Exactly. If you’re really naughty, I could tie you down and drive you to the edge of orgasm over and over until you cry.” I lift a brow.

“Papi…” she whines.

“Maybe don’t do naughty things,” I suggest.

She blows out a long breath.

“Any other questions?”

“You didn’t answer the first one,” she grumbles.

“Nope. Not going to answer that one. I’ll let you wonder.” I stand and round to the back of the stroller. We need to get to our appointment, but more importantly, I need her to not be able to see my expression while I gloat.

I didn’t realize the Littles speculate about our hearing abilities. How cute. Leverage. I’ll have to tell my friends what I’ve learned. It’s probably better if the girls wonder.