Page 5 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Five

Tekfan

There is no being in the universe as precious as my Little girl. I know most of the reason she’s being so compliant is because I’ve pricked her skin so many times that she’s swaying with need. I’ve injected her with both a calming serum and an aphrodisiac. I’ve lost count of how many times.

I don’t think most Papis pierce their Little girls this often when they first meet. I can’t help myself. She craves it. She nearly begs me to prick her. Her scent fills the apartment with lust and need, but it’s also tinged with uncertainty and nerves.

I’m betting my girl had never been touched. I suspect she hadn’t even been kissed. She startled when I set my lips on hers. It would seem her mother was a very sad person who didn’t enjoy life and inadvertently caused her daughter to be unhappy and unfulfilled, too.

How could Janelle have ever had healthy relationships with men if her mother repeatedly told her men were bad and would never treat her right?

She’s in for an awakening. Eleadian men as a whole do not mistreat our females.

I would never dream of even lifting my voice at her.

I would never lie to her or withhold my love.

It’s a foreign concept. She will be so happy with me, and she will eventually know deep in her heart that I will never let her down.

My cock is so hard. I never imagined what it would be like. This is the first female I’ve ever been this close to in my life. I don’t think she realizes that. She has at least seen human males and brushed against them.

My experience with females extends mostly to the past few weeks waiting for my Little girl to come to Club Zoom. I’ve spoken to the Little girls who are mated to my friends back home, but I don’t touch them.

Granted, many females have rubbed against me since I arrived here, but none of them elicited even the tiniest response from my cock. Until Janelle stepped into the club.

“Give me your hands, Little one.”

She reaches behind her back without argument and doesn’t fight me as I clasp her wrists with one hand.

She’s perfection. I can tell she feels self-conscious.

She’s underweight and malnourished. But I will fix all that before we even arrive home.

Six months of good nutrition during our travel will fill her out.

Her hair will be shiny and healthy. Her nails and skin, too.

She’ll put on weight. Her breasts will be fuller.

She’s perfection to me no matter what. I don’t care about any of those things. She’s stunning exactly as she is. But I want her to feel better about herself, and I know she will.

“Spread your knees, Baby girl.”

“Tingles,” she whispers.

“What tingles, Little one? Your pussy?”

She nods. Her cheek turns pink.

“That’s normal. It will tingle most of the time. It’s part of our bond. As our connection grows, your pussy will make you squirm all day.”

An adorable mewl escapes her lips. “It’s wet,” she says just as softly. “Why is it wet, Papi?”

She brings me to my knees. “Because you’re aroused, Baby girl.

Your body craves my attention. Your juices will leak out and soak your diapers.

” I badly want to run my fingers through her folds, but I need to be firm here.

I’m supposed to be disciplining my Little girl.

It’s hard to remember what she even did to deserve this spanking now.

Her naughty behavior is a blip on my radar.

But I must. It’s important for me to make it clear that she will follow my rules at all times. If I’m not firm with her, she’ll walk all over me.

She purses her pretty lips.

I give her a swat. She had two earlier, so she knows what to expect.

She gasps and rocks forward. More of her sweet essence fills the room. It’s so potent that it must reach every floor. Surely the other Eleadians who are downstairs hoping to find their mates can scent her even from a distance.

I remind myself that only I can scent her. Or more specifically, only I will ever react to her scent. It will never mean anything to anyone else. It won’t make their cocks hard or their blood rush in their ears.

I spank her lower, loving the way her breath hitches.

Keeping an eye on her face, I pepper her with dozens of swats, up and down her bottom and the backs of her thighs. When I’m done, she’s panting heavily, and the scent of her pussy is so powerful that every inhale makes me want to fist my cock.

Now that I feel confident she’s never been with a human male, I will not expose my cock to her too soon. It’s going to frighten her. She needs more time. She needs reassurance that even though it’s very large, it will feel good inside her.

She sniffles as I gently turn her over so she’s lying on her back.

It’s cute how she whimpers and lifts her bottom off the bed. “Owie.”

I grab a soft changing pad and slide it under her. “There. That will feel better.” I keep one hand on her thigh while I lean a bit farther to retrieve the tube of cream I’ll use to remove her pubic hair. I might as well get that task over while she’s loose and complacent from the spanking.

She’s trembling.

“Open your legs again, Little one. As wide as you can.”

“Are you going to touch my naughty parts now?”

I smile. It’s interesting how she can’t say pussy. Her word choice is very stilted from lack of exposure. I open the tube in my hand. “I’m only going to touch you as much as necessary to spread this ointment on your pussy, Little one.”

She holds her thighs open for me. She’s so aroused she’d do anything to get me to touch her. “What is it, Papi?”

“It’s a hair remover. It needs to sit for a few minutes. When I wipe it away, your hair will be all gone from your pussy. It will never grow back.” I don’t mind explaining things to her. She’s a sponge, watching me intently.

“Why?”

“Because it’s not healthy to have hair under your diapers, Little one. It would trap moisture against your skin and give you a rash.”

“Oh.”

The second I touch her, she lifts her hips and gasps. Her jaw clenches tight.

I’m quick to rub in the ointment. As much as I want to linger, now is not the time. I’m fully aware that with every stroke of my finger her arousal rises. When I finish, I clean my fingers on a cloth. “Don’t move, Baby girl.”

She squirms. “My bottom hurts, Papi.”

“It’s supposed to, Little one. Next time Papi tells you to do something, maybe you’ll obey me.”

“What if I don’t?” Her voice isn’t taunting. She’s asking a serious question.

I tap her nose. “That depends. I’ll try spanking you the next time you’re naughty, but I suspect it’s not going to be an effective deterrent.”

“Why not?” She’s so inquisitive.

“Because you enjoyed it. If it turns out you like how it feels for Papi to spank you, I’ll need to find other ways to punish you.”

She pushes her bottom lip out, which nearly brings me to my knees. I’m not quite sure what her little pout is about. It’s possible she’s upset by the thought that I might not spank her again.

I bend and kiss her pouty lips. “Don’t you worry. If you like having your bottom spanked, you can just ask Papi to spank you any time. If you ask for a good-girl spanking, I’ll even let you come afterward.”

Her eyes go wide. “I might like that.”

“I’m certain you will, Little one.” I grab the wipes from the nightstand and gently remove her hair. Her naked pussy takes my breath away. She was pretty with the hair, too, but I’m struggling to keep my erection from popping out of my pants now that I’m staring at her bald folds.

I’m teasing her, too. I can’t help myself. I stroke a finger up and down her labia before parting them. That’s probably a mistake because her potent pheromones fill my nose. Copious wetness is gathered at her entrance.

I couldn’t satisfy my cock right now if I wanted to. She’s so tiny. I would injure her. She’s going to need a lot of attention and stretching before I’ll be able to enter her with my dick.

She arches her hips off the bed. “Papi…”

I remove my hand. “It’s time to give you a bath, Little one.” That step is necessary. I want to wash her in our clean water before I move her to the mothership.

She pushes to her elbows. “A bath? I haven’t had a bath in a long time.”

I frown.

“I don’t mean that I haven’t bathed. I take showers every few nights when I can get a spot in a shelter.”

“A shelter?”

She bites her lip and stares at me.

I know my brow is furrowed in confusion. I’m not certain what a shelter is. Not in this context. Her words don’t compute.

She releases her lip and draws in a deep breath as she sits upright. “I’m homeless.”

Homeless… Oh… I have heard of that. “You don’t have a house?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I haven’t for a long time. I couldn’t afford one. They call us unhoused when they want to be politically correct. I guess it sounds kinder. It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a place to sleep of my own.”

I scoop her off the bed and cradle her against me. “You will never be unhoused again, Little one. You will always have a soft bed to sleep in when we get to Eleadia.”

She snuggles into me and smiles. “I like that idea.”

I carry her into the kitchen and turn the water on over the basin.

“That’s a huge sink,” she muses.

“It’s a basin. Every home in Eleadia has one. It’s for bathing Little girls.” I nuzzle her nose, making her giggle.

She twists to look at the rising water. “You’re going to put me in that giant sink?”

“Yep. I’m also going to wash you. You’re going to sit like a good girl while Papi gives you a bath. That’s how it will always be. I will never leave you unattended in the basin. It’s too far off the floor.”

Her eyes go wide. “It is very high. How tall are you?”

“Seven foot six.”

“Wow. That’s so tall. I’m only five feet tall. You’re a giant.”

I chuckle. “I’m pretty big compared to you, Little one.” I turn around so she can see the living room. “Notice how large the furniture is?”

She nods. “Is your furniture like that at home, too? I’ll never be able to climb onto it.”

I smile and tap her pretty nose. “It is that big at home, and you will not climb on it. Hard rule. You’ll only be on the couch or chairs if Papi lifts you up to sit with me. Otherwise, you will stay on the floor.”

Her brow scrunches. “That’s kind of weird, Papi.”

“Only by human standards. I’ll warn you Papis are nervous beings. We worry about our Little girls day and night. There will be many rules. Most of them are meant to keep you safe. It would give Papi a heart attack if anything happened to you.”

“You can’t keep me from tripping and falling, Papi. Sometimes people have accidents.”

“I will do my best to ensure there are no accidents. No running in the house. You will rarely be unsupervised. When I need to leave you alone in a room for a few minutes, I will put you in your playpen where you can entertain yourself safely. No standing or climbing out of the playpen.”

“Playpen?” Her pretty brown eyes are mesmerizing.

“Yep. I’ll fill it with all kinds of fun things for you to do.” I lower her into the water.

She sighs as it swirls around her. “It feels so good, Papi. Why does the water feel different?”

“We bring it from our planet.”

She gasps. “You bring your own water?”

“Yes. Our water doesn’t have the impurities water on Earth has. We don’t have the kinds of toxins on Eleadia that are found on Earth. Not only will your skin and hair feel healthier, but your digestive system will be in much better shape within the next few hours.”

“If I drink it?”

“You already did drink it, Little one. I fed you a bottle while you were sleeping.”

Damn her eyes are pretty when they go wide. They make my heart skip a beat every time. “You fed me a bottle? Like a baby bottle?”

I pick up a cup to pour water over her head. “Yes, Little one. You’ll get all your nutrition from formula for a long time. It’s specially created to avoid any allergies. When I start introducing you to other foods, I’ll do so slowly to ensure you aren’t allergic to anything.”

“I’m not allergic to anything, Papi.”

“You don’t know that, Little one. You’ve never had any of the foods we have on Eleadia.” I set my hand between her shoulder blades. “Lean back for me, Baby girl, and close your eyes.”

She does as instructed, squeezing her eyes closed tight while I pour water over her hair.

“You have different foods?” she asks while I gently rub soap into her hair.

“Totally different. We don’t have any of the same plants.”

“What about hamburgers. Do you have those? And pizza? Do you have pizza?” she asks excitedly.

I chuckle. “We don’t have either. We don’t eat any animals. We don’t kill them or capture them for any reason. Not even to keep as pets. We let them live harmoniously in their natural environments.”

She jerks her head toward me. “No meat?”

“Nope.”

She pushes out her bottom lip in a pout. “Poop.”

It’s hard not to laugh. She’s so stinking adorable. I’m feeling luckier by the minute.

She rubs her eyes. “Soap is getting in my eyes.”

“It shouldn’t burn, Little one. It’s very mild.” I tip her head back. “Let me see your eyes, Janelle.”

She blinks at me. “I don’t think it hurts. I just thought it should.”

They aren’t red. “Okay. Let me know if it starts to burn.”

“You’re really going to give me bottles?”

“Yes, Little one. I will almost always feed you myself. It’s bonding to hold you in my arms while you eat, and I can be sure you don’t choke.”

“All the women on your planet wear diapers and take bottles?”

“They do.”

“Do they wear dresses like babies?”

I rinse her hair off before answering her. “Nope,” I say casually. “No dresses.” I’m well aware this is the biggest sticking point for most Little girls. It’s so shocking to them that they tend to rebel.

“What do they wear?” Her curiosity is so fresh and delightful.

“Soft diapers like you were wearing earlier.”

“But what else?”

I fill my palm with soap and wash up her arms and shoulders and down her front. As I glide my fingers over her breasts, I pinch her little nipple while I meet her gaze. “Little girls on Eleadia have pierced nipples with hoops and pretty stones.”

Her breath hitches, as expected. This is another point of contention human females have. It seems like now is a good time to go ahead and inform her. There’s never going to be a perfect time. All we can do as Papis is pick a time to tell our Littles and hope for the best. That time is now for me.

Janelle’s hands come up to cup her breasts, knocking mine out of the way. I don’t think she’s breathing.

I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “There’s another rule I haven’t told you yet, Little one,” I say gently. “We don’t let Little girls play with their nipples.”

It turns out her eyes can bug out farther.

I reach for her wrists and lower her hands. “Hard rule, Little one. I will spank you if I find you playing with your nipples.”

She swallows. “I don’t play with my boobs anyway, but that’s a weird rule, Papi.”

I smile. “You’ll want to, Little one.” I decide to demonstrate my point.