Page 18 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Sixteen

Tekfan

I do not set my Little girl down when we get home.

She basically passed out much like she did the night I met her.

She was overstimulated and conked out. I know she’s okay just like I knew she was okay that night, too.

Her vitals are fine. She’s breathing normally.

Her heart rate is good. Pulse. Everything.

I’ve spoken to Thabo, and he says this is her way of recovering and dealing with stress. It’s okay. He assures me she’ll be fine. If I’m still worried tomorrow, I can bring her in. If she doesn’t wake up in a few hours, I can also bring her in.

I’m sitting in the rocking chair in her nursery, cradling her in my arms. I keep stroking her tiny fingers.

My gaze wanders back and forth from the pretty piercings to her face.

She’s gently suckling a pacifier. Her diaper is soaked because she’s wet it a few times, but it’s okay to leave it for now.

I want her to wake up because I miss her.

I’m also a bit afraid she’s going to be mad at me.

Did I pressure her too much to do this today?

Thabo says based on her history with anxiety attacks, there’s a solid chance she would have practically fainted no matter how long I’d waited to take her to Ekert’s.

She needs to eat, so I gently carry her to the kitchen to heat up a bottle. She doesn’t rouse during that process, nor does she awaken when I swap the pacifier for the bottle. This doesn’t surprise me either because the same thing happened the night I met her.

When the bottle is empty, I set it aside. She whimpers a bit, still suckling at nothing, so I give her the pacifier back. That helps her settle.

After a few hours, I change her diaper. Nothing awakens her during that process.

When it’s time, I feed her again. By now I’m worried her nipples will hurt when she wakes up.

It’s been a long time since I numbed them.

I don’t really want to prick her skin while she’s sleeping.

That could send her into a new panic if she jerks awake while I’m doing so.

I rock her some more, watching her sleep in my arms. I’m so fucking blessed.

She’s perfect in every way. Even her imperfections are exactly perfect.

I love the way she spars with me. I love how she furrows her brow when she’s frustrated.

When she cries, the sound is music instead of annoying.

It reminds me that she’s here. I’ve found my mate. She’s mine.

When she clenches her small arms around me, it’s life-affirming.

She will never be strong enough to actually strain my neck.

She can grip as hard as she wants. Every time she does so, I smile inside.

I know it’s not healthy for her to have trouble separating from me.

I know we have to continue to work on this issue.

But inside, it pleases me deeply that she’s so attached that she can’t stand for me to put her down.

Her touch is my entire world. Her need is a balm to my soul. I’ll never tire of her desire to run into my arms if we live five hundred years.

We have to get through one more hurdle. Soon, we need to consummate our mating.

It’s not healthy for either of us to put it off.

With every passing day, my urge to mate her grows stronger.

She feels the same. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to know.

I’m the one who changes her diapers. I’m the one who sees how soaked her pussy is and how swollen her labia is.

I see her clit throbbing from under the hood without me touching it.

When I bathe her, I have to restrain her hands to keep her from touching herself. Plus, I worry she might arch so hard and so fast that she flies out of the basin. That’s how hard she squirms.

I work the dilator into her pussy and her bottom several times a day.

She looks forward to it. She won’t say that out loud, but she deflates a bit when I forgo the activity.

She doesn’t realize that I can feel her pulse pick up when she’s aroused, nor that I know exactly what makes her the horniest.

She likes it when I stretch her cunt. She bucks and arches.

I have to keep a hand on her pelvis to hold her down.

She would be embarrassed to know that I’m well aware she likes having her bottom penetrated even more.

I suspect it’s because it’s so naughty by human standards.

Her humiliation fuels her arousal. It’s adorable.

She needs me inside her as badly as I need to penetrate her. It’s not something either of us has experienced before. We’ll learn together, but it’s as natural as breathing. I can feel that inside me , too.

Janelle finally squirms and blinks her eyes open. She looks confused for several seconds, her brow furrowed as she glances around.

I smile as I pop her pacifier out. “Hey, Baby girl.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Seemed like a hundred years. I missed you.”

She giggles, the sweet tinkling sound making my heart race. “Papi…”

“You slept about six hours. It’s late afternoon.”

“I fainted, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. I think you were overwhelmed. It was the same thing that happened to you in Club Zoom. I think it’s your body’s way of dealing with being stressed. It shuts down, rejuvenates. How do you feel?”

She pushes to sitting on my lap, her gaze jerking down when she remembers what stressed her out. She inhales deeply and holds it while she pulls her shoulders back.

I hold my breath, too. I’m going to kick myself if she’s upset about the piercings. I hope I didn’t pressure her too soon. My gut tells me this was the right choice, that waiting any longer was contributing to her separation anxiety.

She absentmindedly reaches up with both hands as if to touch the piercings.

I stop her, capturing her wrists with one hand and pulling them down to her lap. “No touching, naughty girl.”

Her essence fills the room. It’s so potent and so fast that my cock goes rock hard.

She stares at her nipples, breathing heavily.

I hold her wrists in one hand and lift the other to cradle the dangling cinnabar stone. “You are the prettiest Little girl on Eleadia, Janelle, and these are the sexiest nipple piercings I’ve ever seen.”

She inhales sharply and shudders.

I wait with bated breath to find out what her reaction will be. Meanwhile, I touch her engorged nipple with my thumb. “Are you in any pain, Baby girl?”

She shakes her head. “No, Papi.” Her voice is soft. It gives nothing away. I shift my attention to her face. She’s nibbling on her bottom lip.

I lower my gaze back to her nipple and gently spin the hoop through the tiny hole.

Janelle’s breath hitches, followed by her arching her breast toward me and whimpering.

“Does that feel good, Baby girl?” I smile. I can’t help myself. I’m fucking pleased.

“Yes, Papi.” Her words are breathy. “Do it again.”

I slowly ease the hoop around and around, watching as her nipple grows larger, engorging more by the second.

Janelle moans.

My cock is going to expand out of my pants. I need to torment her more while she’s so receptive to the idea, so I drop her nipple and her wrists to lift her into my arms. I stand and hurry from the nursery to enter the master bedroom.

Moments later, I lower her onto our bed, setting her on her bottom.

She looks up at me with wide eyes.

I have a plan. I open the nightstand and grab a set of Velcro handcuffs.

Janelle gasps when I hold them up. She’s shaking with the need to touch herself. Her hands are fists in front of her, trembling from the effort to obey me. “Tingles, Papi.”

I consider lowering her to her back, but if I do that, she won’t be able to see what I have planned for her nipples. So, I scoot her back so she’s sitting against the headboard. “Lift your arms out wide, Little one.”

Her hand is extremely unsteady as she holds it out for me against the headboard, and she starts panting when I secure her wrist to the slats. I hurry to the other side of her to restrain her other wrist the same way.

“Am I in trouble, Papi?”

“No, Little one. You’re not in trouble at all. I want you to fully understand what it means to have your little titties pierced, and I don’t want your hands in the way.”

She arches again, whimpering. “Papi…” Her tone is filled with lust. The scent in the house is nothing but Janelle.

I remove her diaper. “Legs open, naughty girl.”

“I’m not naughty, Papi. I didn’t touch them.”

I spread her knees wide, letting her keep them bent so she’s comfortable before I settle between them, making it impossible for her to close her legs. I grin. “I bet you’re thinking some of the naughtiest thoughts that have ever entered your mind.”

“But you can’t punish me for having naughty thoughts, Papi.”

“I’m not punishing you. I’m going to pleasure you.” I grab a pillow. “Lean forward, Little one.”

With her arms restrained so wide, she can only roll her head and shoulders forward a few inches. It’s enough, though. I only need enough space to slide the pillow down at the small of her back. The cushion forces her to arch.

Her heels dig into the mattress, and she lifts her hips up. A deep groan escapes her lips at the same time her pussy starts dripping.

The position is meant to make her feel exposed, and it’s working.

“Look at me, Baby girl.”

She lowers her gaze to mine. Her eyes are glazed over. Gorgeous.

I hold her gaze while I lick my fingers, and then I reach out and touch both piercings at once, right where the hoops enter her nipples. My saliva enters the open holes, and I make it worse when I twist the hoops.

Janelle cries out, arching farther.

Fuck me. Her nipples are so engorged. She’ll be so pleased when she’s able to fully notice. She has been upset by the size of her tiny buds ever since her breasts grew, leaving her nipples small.

They aren’t small now. They’re bigger than I’ve ever seen them.

I continue to turn one of the hoops while I lower my mouth to the other, letting my tongue flick her tit rapidly.

My girl is out of her mind, bucking against me. “Papi…” It’s probably the only word she’s capable of uttering, and that pleases me.

I switch nipples, trading so they both get the same attention.

Every inhale draws more of my pretty Little girl’s essence into my system.

I’m overloaded. My cock is in revolt. I can’t be sure if Janelle is going to end up begging me to take her pussy, but if not, I’ll be jerking my shaft while she watches.

She tries to draw her knees together but comes up short when all she manages is to grip my thighs. I’m so much bigger than her that I’m keeping her wide.

Leaving her tits soaked with my saliva, I lean over the side of the bed to reach into the drawer again. I pull out the latest dilator we’ve been using and watch her face while I turn it on.

She’s panting as she eyes me suspiciously, and she should be. The first thing I do as soon as it’s vibrating is touch her nipple.

Janelle jerks back and forth. The pillow is keeping her from retreating, forcing her to keep her chest arched. She can only move to the left and right and only a few inches. She’s trapped.

I switch nipples, tormenting the other before returning to the first.

“Papi, I can’t take it. I’m going to come.”

“That’s the plan, Little one.” I trail the vibrating dildo down the center of her body until I reach her cunt. I swirl it in her copious arousal before pressing it against her clit.

Two seconds later, I pull the dilator away.

Janelle’s eyes go wide as she pants like she’s been running. “Papi…”

“Do you like the piercings, naughty girl?”

She writhes in frustration. “Please, Papi. Please touch them again.”

I lean forward and flick first one and then the other with my tongue. That’s all I give her.

She cries out, pulling on her restraints.

I push the vibrator into her cunt, letting her feel the stretch. It’s nowhere near as large as my cock, but hopefully when I let her come, she’ll be sated enough to relax her tight channel.

The next time she’s close, I remove the dilator again. I grab another pillow, lift her hips, and position it under her bottom. I want more, though. I want total access to her pussy and her anus.

Leaning over once more to reach into the drawer, I snag another set of cuffs.

This time I attach them to her ankles before lifting first one and then the other up toward the headboard.

My girl is limber. She can fold almost in half.

I restrain her ankles wide and high, giving me total access to her cunt and her bottom.

She tips her head back and screams before I do anything else. I didn’t think it was possible for more of her scent to fill the house, but I was wrong. Her essence is stronger than ever.

It’s okay if she comes. I intend to make her come over and over. But she’ll do so when I say.

I scoot closer. Her breasts are heavy and heaving. Her nipples are tight and hard. The piercings are fucking amazing. I give both stones a push, causing them to sway.

Janelle moans. She’s out of her mind. She hasn’t answered me yet.

I tap her clit with the dilator before lowering it to her tight pussy. I don’t let her have it yet, though. Instead, I hover at the entrance, teasing her. “Janelle…answer Papi. Do you like the pretty hoops?”

She groans. “Yes, Papi. I love them. Please…”

I thrust the vibrator into her cunt, turning up the dial to full speed.

Janelle’s orgasm slams into her. It’s fast and intense. I can feel the grip of her pussy around the dildo. It’s so tight as I ease it out of her. She’s still in the throes of her release, so she bucks and grumbles.

I lower the soaked phallus to her bottom and thrust it in several inches. “That’s my good girl. Take what Papi offers.”

Her tight rectum latches on to the dilator as if it has no intention of ever releasing it.

I’ve never seen anything more humbling and sexy as my Little girl as she reaches for a second peak, this one a rectal orgasm.

Her moaning is deep. She’s so far gone, and yet she doesn’t collapse when the waves of pleasure subside.

Instead she surprises me by focusing on my face and saying, “Please fuck me, Papi.”