Page 4 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Four

Janelle

I flinch. I am naughty. Very naughty. I’m having thoughts my mother warned me against. Thoughts of letting him see my wicked body. It’s betraying me just like my mother warned would happen someday.

I need to tell him to stop touching me.

She told me. She warned me over and over that one day a man would make me forget myself. He would seem so nice and treat me like a queen, but underneath they are all liars and cheaters.

I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping to block him out. His scent fills the room. I keep inhaling his essence or something. It’s powerful. My mother didn’t tell me about that part.

His touch, too. The way he’s gripping my wrists. He’s not hurting me. In fact, he’s stroking my skin with his thumbs.

“Such a stubborn Little girl. I’m going to take your diaper off, flip you over, and spank your bottom now, Janelle.”

My breath hitches. I open my mouth to stop him, but it’s too late. His hands have already come to the tabs on the sides of my diaper. Before I can protest either physically or verbally, he whisks it away and flips me onto my tummy.

I squirm, but his palm is huge and powerful on my lower back. My thoughts are so confusing. I can’t make sense of anything. I feel oddly cherished. He has reprimanded me, and now he’s going to spank me, and a part of me knows it’s for my own good.

A part of me craves this. I want to know what it will feel like for him to spank me.

He leans over my body, and a moment later, he lifts my hips and pushes a pillow under them, forcing my bottom into the air. He guides my hands to the small of my back and captures both of them in one of his.

His other palm spreads out on my bottom. He can cover my entire butt with one hand.

“Spread your knees, naughty girl.”

I squeeze my thighs tighter together at his command. Even his words are making the flutters in my tummy increase.

“I won’t start until your knees are wide, Janelle. When Papi spanks you, you won’t be permitted to experience pleasure.”

I don’t understand. Pleasure? Why would I feel pleasure from a spanking? As confusing as this is, I think he’s right. I like this. I’ve lost my marbles. Maybe I’m still passed out, and none of this is happening.

“Your spanking will be much worse if you don’t spread your thighs, Little one.” He swats my bottom hard enough to make me gasp.

I find myself lifting my butt higher as if I want him to do it again.

“Knees, naughty girl. I can smell your need. I know your pussy is soaked. I’ve spent months studying human females. I’m aware of how badly you need Papi to pleasure your pussy, but pleasure is for Little girls who do as they’re told.” He swats me again.

I flinch. My entire body trembles from the aftershocks. My butt is on fire, and I want more.

“Your cream is powerful, Janelle. Your pheromones do not lie. You like being punished. You’re testing Papi to make sure I mean what I say.

I can assure you I will never go back on my word.

If I give you an order, you’ll obey me or suffer the consequences.

If you enjoy having your bottom spanked, I won’t use this as a form of punishment in the future.

I’ll find something that doesn’t make your pussy cream and your heart race. ”

I’m so embarrassed. Can he read my mind? I’ve never experienced anything even remotely like this.

Even though I’m facing the other direction out of self-preservation, I’m aware of him leaning forward, and I nearly shoot off the bed when he kisses my upper thigh right at the spot where it meets my butt cheek. His mouth is way too close to my sex, and his nose is almost between my butt cheeks.

He holds my legs down with a grip on one of my thighs. “Your scent is intoxicating, Baby girl. Other Papis told me it would be like this, but there was no way for me to fully understand until I met you.”

“You can’t touch me there,” I whimper.

“Why not, Little one?” His voice is calm. He has never gotten angry even though he’s spanking me.

“It’s dirty. It’s wrong. I’m not supposed to let boys touch me, especially not there .”

“Your mother told you that?”

“Yes.” I sniffle. Is he going to let me go?

“It was wise advice when you were too young to understand all the feelings you’re experiencing now. It would have been very confusing to feel this intense arousal as a child. But I’m not a boy, Janelle. I’m a man. I’m much older than you, and I promise what you’re feeling is perfectly natural.”

“It’s wrong. So very wrong. You’re trying to distract me with your wicked ways so I’ll let you put your thing in me. Then I’ll get pregnant, and you’ll leave me.” I suck back a sob. I sound ridiculous.

I’m shocked when he suddenly releases me and flips me onto my back. Before I can process the change or protest his next actions, he bends my knees, pushes them wide apart, and traps my arms under my thighs.

I’m so exposed that I grow dizzy.

“Janelle, you’re going to listen to me. If you don’t want to look at me right now, that’s fine. I’m still going to spank your bottom after I finish speaking, but you will listen.”

I turn my head as far to the side as I can and hold my eyes closed tightly.

“I’m going to address everything you just said. First of all, I will distract you with my mouth, my quill, and my cock millions of times in our lifetime. That part is true. I’m going to do it because you’re going to crave it and beg me to do so.”

I gasp, but I don’t move.

“The rest of what you said is not true, though. Our bodies may look alike in many ways, but we are not compatible enough for procreation. You will never get pregnant, Little one. It’s not possible.

We won’t need birth control or any other form of human protection because my seed will not penetrate one of your eggs. ”

My mind is spinning. It’s hard to follow him. I think I understand, though.

“And lastly, I will never leave you. We will be together for hundreds of years on Eleadia. When Eleadians mate, we mate for life. Our bond will be so strong that it will be difficult to separate for even a few hours. You can already feel it growing. I don’t know what all your mother told you, but no matter what, she doesn’t know anything about the kind of bond you and I will enjoy. ”

“She’s gone,” I say, feeling like I should tell him. “Dead.” I turn my head to look at him.

“I’m so sorry, Little one.”

My lip trembles again. “I don’t think she ever wanted me. I was a burden. She hated that she got pregnant, and she didn’t want the same thing to happen to me, so she told me to never ever let a man near me.”

He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. His hands are so huge that he can hold my legs open, pin my arms, and touch my face at the same time. I’m still reeling from this thought when he kisses me.

It takes me by surprise. His lips are gentle and soft, and he moves them around mine, leaving me even more lightheaded from the dozens of tiny sweet kisses.

His torso presses against my sex, making the room spin. I can’t help but buck against him because I like the feel of his warm skin against my private parts.

No man has ever kissed me, and they certainly haven’t touched me between my legs. I’ve never even considered such a notion.

“I’m sorry your mother died,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m sorry she was so sad while she was alive, too. I promise to make you the happiest Little girl who ever lived.”

I finally meet his gaze. “What if you’re lying?”

He smiles. “I will prove to you every day that I’m telling the truth until you believe me.”

“There are bumble bees in my tummy. You put them there.”

He chuckles. “I’ve heard human females sometimes get a fluttering sensation in their tummies when they meet their perfect mate. It’s normal.”

“You twisted one of my nipples, and now they feel uneven,” I blurt out because it’s true. The one nipple still feels the slight throb from him tweaking it. The other feels…jealous.

His laughter causes his chest to vibrate against my sex, making me moan. “Tekfan…”

“Papi. Call me Papi, Little one.”

“Papi…” It’s odd but I try it out, and I like how his smile grows.

“Good girl. Now, do you think your nipple will be happy if I bite it?”

I gasp, my eyes going wide.

He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He lowers his face to my chest and captures my nipple between his teeth. I’m surprised he remembers the correct one that got left out. He nips it and then releases it. “Are they equal now, Little one?”

I shake my head. I can’t believe the silly sound that escapes my lips. He didn’t bite it hard enough, and he’s teasing me. I like the way his eyes dance.

He bites it again, but still not with enough pressure. “Now?”

“Papi…” My heart feels fuller than it’s ever felt before. There’s a lightness in the room I’ve never experienced. Happiness. Laughter. Teasing. These aren’t sensations I’m used to.

Papi finally sucks my nipple into his mouth so hard that I arch my chest off the mattress. He holds it for long seconds while the pain grows. And then he pierces it deeply with his quill.

I cry out at the pain, panting as he releases it to lap at the offended bud.

When he looks at me again, there’s even more laughter in his eyes. “That was too hard now, wasn’t it? I bet I need to even them out? This could go on all night.”

I shake my head and do something I don’t remember doing before tonight. I giggle.

His mouth comes to mine again, and he kisses me deeper, trailing his tongue along the seam of my lips.

I open for him, letting him inside. I’ve seen people kiss passionately like this, but I’ve never experienced it, nor did I ever expect it to happen to me.

When he finally breaks the connection, I think he’s breathing heavier than I am. “You are perfection, Janelle. I’m going to worship you for the rest of our days.”

“Okay.” I can’t help but agree. I’m certain he releases something into me when he pokes me with that needle thingy. It’s not always the same thing. I know that last one has made me crave more of him.

His expression grows serious—his brows drawing together as his lips level out. “I’m still going to spank your naughty bottom, Janelle. Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate with me?”

“Yes, Papi.” I will. I don’t want to be naughty. I want him to smile at me again.

He releases me. “Turn over, Little one. Hands and knees.”

I shudder as I get onto all fours. I can’t believe I’m naked with a man I just met, and I’m about to let him spank me.

When I glance down at my body, I’m embarrassed.

I’m not pretty like other girls. My boobs are tiny.

I’m too skinny. My hair is thin and stringy.

I haven’t washed it in a few days—the last time I stayed at a shelter.

Papi sticks a pillow under my tummy again. “Bottom in the air; chest on the bed.”

I lower my cheek to the mattress, but this time I face him.

“Good girl. Spread your knees. When I spank you, you’ll feel the vibrations in your pussy. You may not touch yourself or rub against anything.”

“I don’t think I like that part,” I whimper.

He chuckles. “I don’t expect you will, Baby girl. I bet your pussy is throbbing with the need to be touched. I’ll touch it later but not during your punishment.”

“Okay,” I murmur. I vow not to get into trouble again because I want him to touch me down there instead of spanking me. I think my mother was wrong.