Page 6 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Six

Janelle

My head is reeling as I try to process Papi’s words.

I’ve seriously never considered playing with my boobs.

Why would I do that? And why is it forbidden?

And I feel faint over the idea of having my nipples pierced.

Every woman on Eleadia agrees to that? It sounds so painful that I want to squeeze my boobs and never let go of them.

While I’m pondering this new information, Papi takes one of my hands, lifts it to the side of the basin, and wraps something around my wrist.

I give a tug, but I can’t free myself, and that fact is solidified when he does the same to my other wrist. I start to panic.

Papi leans over, sucks one of my wet nipples into his mouth, and pricks it with his stupid quill. Again. How many times has he done that? He’s manipulating me. I’m aware of it, but it still takes me by surprise.

I pull on my arms again, coming up short.

Goosebumps rise all over my skin. Strange things keep happening to my body, and they’re occurring with more frequency.

The flutters are back, and they’re stronger.

It’s like I’m not in control. Some other force is.

I suspect that force has to do with whatever Papi keeps injecting me with.

He’s still sucking my nipple, and he keeps flicking his tongue over it.

The room is spinning. I tip my head back and arch my chest toward him. I can’t stop the fact that I like this feeling, and I want more. I don’t understand it at all, but it’s happening to me anyway.

There’s a tingling between my legs again. I squeeze my knees together. It doesn’t help, but I need the pressure.

Papi releases my nipple and sets his hands on my thighs. “Ready for another rule, Little girl?”

I can’t even respond. All I can do is stare at him and breathe heavily.

He pushes my knees open. “For the same reason you may not play with your nipples, you also may not press your thighs together. I want them open all the time.”

I shudder violently. His weird rule makes the flutters double and move to my sex.

What is he even talking about? Most of the time, the specifics about his rules don’t matter.

What matters is the tone he uses every time he makes another odd demand.

His commanding voice causes prickles to climb up my spine.

He holds my thighs wide and lets his hands slide down the inside.

I resist, moaning uncontrollably as his hands get closer to my private parts. He’d touched me there earlier while he was removing my hair. It had felt confusing and so good at the same time.

Suddenly, he lifts one of my ankles out of the water, and I’m shocked to watch as he secures it outside the basin to the same spot as my wrist. I think I might expire when he’s done with the second one.

I’m so exposed. It’s embarrassing, but that’s not the most important sensation. It’s overshadowed by the pulsing need between my legs.

Papi brings his lips to my neck and kisses a path to my ear. “Your heart is racing, Little one. Do you know why?”

I shake my head.

“Because you’re so aroused. You need Papi to touch your pussy and give you some relief, don’t you, Baby girl?”

My head rolls back as though it’s not connected to my body. It’s not taking orders from me. No part of me is responding to messages firing from my brain. Certainly not my mouth. I’m speechless.

He leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to my chest, and I find myself writhing as I silently beg him to suck my nipples again. I love how it feels when he does that. I don’t even care that it’s probably all because he keeps pricking me.

He sucks one nipple into his mouth and then switches. He does this over and over until I buck my bottom right off the basin and cry out in frustration.

I’m panting as he meets my gaze. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Baby girl?”

“So good,” I admit shamelessly. I don’t want him to stop. My mother’s voice threatens to admonish me, but I push it away. She was wrong.

He cups my breasts with both hands and gently strokes my nipples. His gaze is on mine. “With every passing day, this frenzy you’re feeling will grow as our bond grows. We’re Fated mates, Little one. You won’t be able to control the need you feel. It won’t stop. It won’t be ignored or denied.”

I think I actually understand what he’s trying to tell me.

He keeps up the soft movements of his thumbs.

“When I’m not touching you, you’ll wish I was.

You’ll begin to feel a constant desire to experience pleasure, and that will include wanting to do it to yourself.

You’ll learn to leave your nipples alone because if you don’t, I will discipline you.

Little girls are not permitted to decide when they are pleasured. Papis decides that.”

I’m panting so heavily it seems loud.

He tweaks my nipples and then lowers his hands until one of them rests on my tummy and the other reaches between my legs. “The same is true for your pussy. No touching.” He punctuates his order with a stroke over my sex.

I cry out and buck against him fruitlessly. Nothing in my life has ever felt so good.

His fingers find a spot I didn’t know existed, and he circles it several times before flicking it over and over.

My eyes roll back. My jaw drops open. All of the blood in my body rushes to that one spot. I think it’s my clitoris. I heard other girls whisper about it. I wasn’t even sure where it was located. But now I know.

His voice is so calm as he continues. “It will be easier for you to keep your naughty fingers away from your pussy because of your diaper. But your little titties will always be exposed. They will tingle with need, and that will increase significantly after I get them pierced. The sway and weight of the gemstones will keep you constantly aware of them and aroused. The piercings will also help remind you to be a good girl and obey your Papi.”

I’m surely dreaming this. It can’t be real. There is no such thing as giant alien men who come to Earth, pick a woman, and take her back to his planet to torment her with promises of pleasure.

“When you’re diapered, you won’t be able to close your legs together. When you’re not, I expect you to keep your knees wide. If you don’t remember, I will remind you with a swat to your pussy.”

I gasp. Air whooshes from my lungs. He can’t mean that.

He has one brow lifted as though challenging me to test him on this topic.

“Do you understand, Little one?”

I nod.

“Yes, Papi. I understand. I won’t play with my naughty titties or my pussy.”

I suck in oxygen. My brain isn’t getting enough.

“Repeat that back to me, Little one,” he orders.

My face heats.

He waits.

I shudder as I comply. “I won’t play with my naughty titties or my pussy,” I whisper. The words are naughtier than the actions.

“Good girl.” He strokes through my folds. “Has anything been inside your cunt, Baby girl?”

I’m certain my cheeks are bright pink. “No, Papi.”

“Not even your fingers?”

“No, Papi.” I’m embarrassed, but he smiles as though he’s pleased.

He circles my clit again. “I’m going to push one finger up inside your cunt, Little one. It will be tight, but eventually you’ll want Papi’s cock inside you, and I don’t want it to be more painful than necessary. So I’ll start preparing your pussy to be ready for me.”

I want that so badly. I don’t even comprehend what I’m silently pleading for, but I am.

Papi holds my gaze while he eases a finger into my tight channel.

Stars fill my vision. There are no words to describe how good it feels. I gasp and buck futilely. He holds my torso down with a palm against my pelvis. Meanwhile, his other hand does unimaginable dirty things to me.

When his finger is as deep as it will go, he grinds his palm against my clit. “Does it hurt, Baby girl?”

I shake my head. It certainly doesn’t hurt.

He wiggles his finger around inside me, making me whimper. I’m going to faint like I did earlier but for entirely different reasons.

“Do you want more, Little one? Do you want Papi to add a second finger?”

“Yes, please,” I manage to whisper.

“Such a good girl.” He pulls his finger almost out and then pushes two of them into my tight channel.

This is so naughty. My mother’s voice is on the edge of my mind, but I chase it away again.

I practically shout at my dead mother in my head to go away and leave me alone.

This is my Papi. It’s not wrong or bad. This is so nice. It can’t be wrong.

When his palm presses against my clit again, he curls his fingers inside me and drags them across some special place that pushes me out of my body.

I’m poised for a second at the top of a cliff.

I teeter, gasping and uncertain. What’s happening to me?

And then I fall off the other side. I’m partially aware of someone screaming, and I think it’s me.

The only thing that exists is the pulsing of my channel around Papi’s fingers and the throbbing of my clit against his palm.

It’s the best feeling in the universe. Heaven. All of the heavens combined.

Papi continues to stroke inside me, easing up gradually until his lips come to mine and he removes his hand. “You are the most precious Little girl who was ever born. You’re mine. Do you understand?”

I nod. I’m his. There’s no arguing that point.

He cups my face and makes me look at him. Through my haze, I listen intently. “Have you ever experienced that before, Little one?”

“No, Papi,” I murmur.

“That’s an orgasm, Little one. I will give them to you frequently, but you will not take them for yourself. Papi decides when you come like such a good girl. Now you know why you will not be allowed to touch yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, Papi.” I can’t fathom ever disobeying him.

“You will follow Papi’s rules because they’re meant for your safety and for your pleasure. When you obey Papi, I will reward you. When you’re naughty or reckless with your safety, I will discipline you and withhold pleasure.”

“I’ll be good, Papi,” I promise. I mean it.