Page 17 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Fifteen

Janelle

I’m nervous when we arrive at Ekert’s. I’m sure every woman is when they come here. Pierced nipples is a thing on Earth, but it’s not that common. I’ve never personally known anyone with pierced nipples. They’re kind of hard to hide even through clothes.

Papi lifts me out of the stroller, and I wrap my arms around his neck tightly, partly out of habit, partly out of fear, partly because I just like to be this close to him.

“Maybe I could just get tiny little barbells or itty bitty hoops,” I suggest as he heads for the front door.

He chuckles. “We don’t have those here, Little one. The focal point is the stones, and the fact that they dangle and sway is part of the purpose. They serve as a constant reminder that you’re mine.”

“I don’t need a reminder,” I whimper.

He hugs me closer. “Every time you feel them bounce or swing, you’ll think of me and our bond. You’ll wear them proudly as a symbol of your commitment to me.”

I inhale deeply. When he puts it that way…

How does he always have an explanation for everything?

I sort of get it. On Earth if a woman told her husband she didn’t want to wear a wedding ring, he would most likely be hurt or concerned about her commitment.

It can go the other way, too, but there’s a bit of a double standard, as there is in all things.

Not as many men wear wedding bands as women.

“It’s kinda sexist, you know. I don’t see any men with nipple piercings. ”

I know I have my pouty face on again. It’s not the first time today.

I’m working on perfecting it. Also, I’m aware that Papi gets soft on me when I pout.

Not that he backs down, but he always stops to explain himself, which endears me to him a little more and makes him seem like a god.

Which they don’t worship on this planet.

Papi has not knocked on the door yet. We’re standing on the porch, but I have his full attention. I’m sure Ekert is well-aware we’re out here because he can sense us or scent us or maybe even hear us. But Eleadians are too polite to interrupt.

“Janelle…” He lifts my chin. “Look at Papi.”

I meet his gaze and take a deep breath.

“You’re right. It’s sexist, if you want to use that term. Eleadia is a male-dominated society. It’s how we’re created. It’s never going to change. But let me point some things out for you. Are you listening?” He lifts a brow.

“Yes, Sir.” Now is not the time to be argumentative.

“Whatever power exists that chooses the perfect mate for us knows what He or She is doing. Of all the Little girls in the universe, Fate sent you into Club Zoom that night, knowing I was there waiting to meet you. It’s not an accident that you submit so perfectly to my dominant side.

Fate doesn’t choose a mate for any of us who needs to control things.

Fate finds the perfect mate for each and every one of us who will thrive under our guidance.

And the men on my planet do not abuse this gift or take it for granted.

I will always honor you and respect you.

I will see to your needs for the rest of our lives.

You will submit to me because that’s one of your needs.

I will discipline you because that’s also one of your needs.

When you misbehave, you’ll do so knowing that I will punish you.

You might not know how I’ll discipline you for that particular infraction on that particular day, but you will know I will never back down.

Some days you will intentionally break rules because you need the feel of my palm on your bottom, reminding you that you’re loved and cherished.

You wear a diaper because part of my way of showing you how much I care about you is taking care of your needs.

All of them. You’ll take a bottle for all of your nutrition until I decide to introduce foods, and when I do, I will feed you myself.

It’s one of the ways I serve you. You will also go into this house and let Ekert restrain your small body and accept the custom of having your nipples pierced because doing so demonstrates your love and devotion to me.

It tells the universe that you accept my guidance and my dominance.

It’s a symbol of your commitment and a promise to obey me.

And why will you obey me always, Baby girl? ”

I lick my lips. My heart is racing. I think I understand. “Because it feels good.”

“Why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples as sharp as the stones we’re about to add to them? Why is your pussy so wet that it looks like you filled your diaper, Janelle?”

“Because I get all horny when you boss me around.”

He chuckles. “Indeed you do. And you know what else, Baby girl? You’ll continue to argue with me and spar with me from time to time because every time you do so, I will remind you that you’re my Little girl. Mine to discipline. Mine to dominate. Mine to make love to.”

I swallow hard. I’m so turned on right now I’m shaking. And he knows it. He will always know it.

“You’re mine, Janelle. Mine .”

“And you’re mine.”

He smiles. “Yours, Baby girl. Always.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him so tight. “I love you, Papi.”

He leans me back, his eyes wide. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I love you to the many moons and out into the universe, Janelle.”

I look down at my breasts. “You really want hoops dangling from my nipples?”

“I really do. If you’re not ready today, we’ll wait until you’re ready, but eventually you’ll know it’s time.”

I think about his words. I know he means them. He never says things he doesn’t mean. If I tell him I want to go home right now, we will. He won’t even be mad. He’s nothing if not patient.

I also get that this is inevitable. It will happen. I won’t be the only human to come to Eleadia and defy this custom. I feel the need to please him. It’s in my bones. I also feel the pull to know the feeling of having the heavy stones hanging from my nipples.

“I’m ready, Papi.”

He kisses me. “I know you are, Baby girl.” He turns and knocks on the door.

I’m scared. I’m often scared. Lots of things scare me. But right now, I’m going to focus on the fact that Papi is holding me, and I know he’s not going to leave my side while I do this.

I have vowed to myself not to hold on to him so tightly all the time.

It’s not necessary. I can separate from him.

I’ve learned to take deep breaths and occupy my mind when he puts me down.

I read or play with my toys when he leaves a room.

Just this morning I walked away with my two new friends and didn’t have a full-blown panic attack.

I’m getting better, but when he picks me back up, it’s like all the stress of trying so hard to be good piles up, and I end up squeezing the life out of him to make up for not touching him for however long our separation was.

I’m doing that now. Not because I spent time several yards away at the park, though. This time my anxiety is fully warranted. Papi knows it. He doesn’t even try to loosen my grip.

When Ekert opens the door, Sophie is right behind him, holding his leg. It makes me wonder if she’s always that close to him, touching him. She has been both times I arrived. Maybe I’m not the only Little girl who likes to be touching her Papi as often as possible.

Papi doesn’t even try to put me down. He has one arm under my bottom and the other wrapped around my waist, rubbing my back.

“Come on back,” Ekert says. “Most Littles like to get this over with. The longer they spend fretting about it, the more anxious they feel.”

I agree with that.

Papi carries me through the display room we visited last time and then into the piercing room. The big chair in the middle is ominous. It’s so high off the floor, and it has lots of straps.

“Papi…” I whimper.

He slides his hand up to the back of my neck. “I will be with you the entire time. In fact, I will be the one to numb your nipples, remember?”

I nod. “But it’s still scary.”

“I know it is, Little one. New things are always scary. Just think, you only have to do this one time. Never again.”

“Technically I have to do it two times, Papi,” I sass.

He chuckles. “Silly girl.”

Papi sets me on the chair. “Lean back, Baby girl.”

“Wait.” I grip Papi’s forearm. “Can I see them first?”

He cups my face. “You can see them after. I promise the stones are the same ones we looked at. It will only make you more nervous if you stall.”

I sigh. He’s right. I’m shaking as I lower to my back.

Papi lifts my hands over my head and restrains my wrists just like he does when he changes my diaper.

I start breathing heavily when Ekert places a strap above my breasts and another one below them. He cinches them tightly so I can’t move. I feel a panic attack coming on. My voice is thready as I call out, “Papi…”

“I’m right here, Baby girl.” He leans over and kisses me before trailing his lips to my ear. “Right here,” he repeats before nicking my neck behind my ear.

In two seconds, I feel calmer.

Ekert restrains me in two more places—across my hips and then my thighs. Even with the serum Papi injected me with, I feel like the room is starting to blur.

Suddenly Sophie is leaning over my face. “I’ll hold your hands.” She grips both my hands with one of hers. It feels nice. She’s very kind. I wonder if she does this for all the Little girls.

Papi strokes the top of my head. “I’m going to prick your nipples now.”

“You better give me a double dose just to be sure,” I whine.

He smiles. “I’ll give you plenty, Little one.” He sets one hand on my tummy and lowers his lips to my nipple. Instead of injecting me with his numbing serum right away, he suckles for a while. By the time he pricks my skin, I’m panting and horny.

I lift my head and see that my nipple is swollen and hard. I can’t feel it, but it’s really big from him tormenting it.

“Lower your head, Baby girl,” Papi commands.

When I do, he sets his palm on my forehead, anchoring me.

It seems like five seconds later that I flinch when I hear a strange popping sound. “What was that?”

Papi smiles. “That was the piercing gun. The first one is done.”

I try to lift my head. I want to see it. But Papi pulls something over my forehead and secures me in like the millionth spot. He leans over and suckles my other nipple like its twin. I’m ready for the prick of his quill this time. He must have used some calming serum, too, because my stress eases.

I flinch just as much when the sound of the second piercing fills my ears. Relief consumes me. At least it’s over. I’m not sure how I feel about the results yet, but at least I’ll never have to deal with the anxiety of preparing to have it done again.

It takes the two men only a few seconds to release all my straps, and then Papi helps me sit upright.

I take a deep breath and lower my head. A shudder makes my entire body shake so hard that the gemstones bounce. It’s surreal. I can’t believe I just got my nipples pierced. Not with tiny little discreet barbells, either. The hoops and maroon stones look like boulders.

Obviously it’s my imagination. If they were truly as large as it seems, they would be pulling down on my nipples. They aren’t. Or perhaps it’s just that my little titties are so erect that they can’t possibly sag.

What if they stay that way all the time? Pointy and hard, making it easier to support the gemstones.

Papi brings a hand up to lift one of the dangling stones in his palm. “So pretty.” He kisses my temple. “What do you think, Baby girl?”

“I don’t know yet,” I whisper. I’m still in shock.

Ekert pats my thigh. “You can numb them as often as necessary to avoid pain. They will heal quickly, but there’s no need for her to be hurting. In a few days they won’t need to be numbed anymore.”

It’s weird because I can feel the weight of them, but not the sensation at the piercing. That’s because of the numbing, but it’s like looking at someone else. This can’t be me.

A month ago—in my time, not real time—I was a homeless woman living on the streets, so tired of being cold that I ducked into Club Zoom to warm up.

What a wild ride I’ve been on since making that strange decision.

Why didn’t I just check into a shelter that night?

I could have huddled under an overpass or wandered inside a supermart.

I could have pretended to need the bathroom at a gas station and hidden out in there for a while.

I had so many options, but something propelled me to go to Club Zoom.

I lift my gaze to find Papi staring at me. He’s smiling, but his brow is furrowed. He’s concerned about my reaction. I get it. I worry him.

I look back down, shuddering yet again.

Papi strokes my pigtail. “Ready to go home, Baby girl?”

I nod. I’m too choked up to say anything. I’m not sure what to say. Am I supposed to thank Ekert for sticking a needle through my nipples?

Papi picks me up and tucks my face against his neck. He does not ask me to be polite. He also doesn’t ask me to say anything to Sophie. I hear him quietly tell the two of them he will call in a few days.

I’m aware that my nipples are brushing against his chest, but I can’t feel them. Nothing hurts. I’m in a state of shock. In fact, I pull my thumb up, pop it in my mouth, and promptly fall asleep.