Page 13 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Thirteen

Clara

I’m restless. It’s hard to keep from touching my nipples. They burn in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s a constant torment that doesn’t seem to be subsiding.

I keep gripping the edges of my seat, but no matter how much I flex my fingers, I’m worried I will give in to the urge and squeeze my breasts. I need the pressure to alleviate the throbbing pain.

My nipples are obscenely swollen and red. They don’t even look like they’re mine. I wonder what they will look like after Papi gets them pierced. It’s unimaginable. The thought of having permanent hoops with large stones dangling from my constantly exposed nipples is hard to comprehend.

It’s also oddly titillating. I try hard not to think about it much because it makes my pussy clench, and I’m pretty positive Papi can scent every time my pussy is wet.

“Would you like me to restrain your wrists, Baby girl?”

I glance down where Papi lifts a soft cuff from the side of the seat. I swallow. My heart is racing because he’s asking me instead of forcing me. He’s a meanie. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper in defeat.

He leans forward and kisses me, hovering near my lips and holding my gaze. “Please restrain my wrists, Papi, so I can’t touch my naughty titties.”

My face heats. I gasp.

He waits.

I really need the restraints. It’s the oddest feeling. If someone would have asked me two days ago if I would enjoy pain or bondage or any other form of BDSM, I would have laughed in their face. Now I’m finding out I have deep seated cravings I never knew existed.

Papi continues to wait.

Finally I give in, even though it embarrasses me. “Please restrain my wrists so I can’t play with my naughty titties, Papi,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” He obliges as if I’ve made a legitimate request and he’s honoring it for me. It’s twisted, and my tummy is doing flips as he cuffs me to the seat.

When he’s done, he grabs a pacifier and taps my lips. “Suckle for me, Little one. It will help you get through the pain.”

I open my mouth and accept the pacifier. That’s another thing I could never have imagined. Not only do I let him give it to me, but I start sucking hard. It soothes me. I crave the sensation. Every time I finish taking a bottle, I find myself craving the pacifier so I can keep sucking.

Diapers, bottles, cribs, changing tables… All of this is in my future. This is my future. I will live as Papi’s Little girl in a fully regressed environment. Will it always be like this? Will I not work?

Suddenly, I realize I haven’t thought for a moment about work. My job… Oh, Lord. I push the pacifier out so it falls onto my lap. “What happens to my job?” I ask.

“Club Zoom takes care of letting everyone know you were chosen and won’t be returning. But I do have a suggestion, and this is one of those times when I will give you permission to decide for yourself.”

I’m shocked. Decide for myself? This should be interesting.

“Your friends were very upset that you were taken from the club unconscious and unable to even say goodbye to them.”

I wince. How the hell have I not thought of this before now? I feel guilty for not thinking about Tanya and Misha. “Oh my God. How could I forget my friends?”

Papi strokes my cheek. “You’ve been dealing with a lot, Little one. You haven’t had a chance to process everything that’s happened to you let alone consider the past you won’t be returning to.”

“What happens to my apartment?”

“Club Zoom handles everything, Little one. But I would like to offer you the opportunity to call your friends. It’s a bit out of the ordinary. We don’t usually let our mates make contact with Earth after they’ve left. But you were unconscious and didn’t even have a chance to sign the waiver to give you entry into the club.”

My breath hitches. “And they let you take me anyway?”

“They didn’t have a choice, Baby girl. You were mine. I scented you the moment a door opened between the club floor where I was located and the office where you fainted. Nothing would have stopped me from taking you after I inhaled your scent. No one could have stopped me. That’s how it works.”

“My friends must be so worried.”

“Would you like to call them?”

“You can make phone calls from the spaceship?”

“We have the technology to do so, yes. I could even set up a video, but I won’t do that. I don’t think you want your friends to see you with pigtails and no clothes.” He grins.

I shake my head. “Definitely not.”

“I will monitor you, Baby girl. You may not tell your friends anything about the ship or the particulars of your new life. You may only use the call to reassure them you are healthy so they won’t worry.”

I chew on my bottom lip. Do I want to call them? I will end up crying. A clean break would probably be easier, but my friends deserve to hear my voice, and I wouldn’t want to regret it later. “Okay, Papi.” I sigh. “I wonder if someone already told my boss. He’s going to be pissed.”

“Where did you work, Little one?”

“I’m an air traffic controller. Do you know what that is?”

A strange slow smile spreads across his face. “I sure do. Oddly enough I have a similar job myself on Eleadia. I’m a communications manager for people traveling to and from Earth. I coordinate with the mothership and manage incoming and outgoing flights on both ends.”

“Maybe I could get a job working for the same place,” I say excitedly before I frown and remember that Papi said I will not ever wear clothes. How could I work if I weren’t wearing clothes? “Do women work on your planet?”

“No, Baby girl. Our Littles do not work. We don’t even let them out of our sight very often. In your case, you will never be more than a few feet away from me.”

I frown. “Why?”

“Because I can’t stand the thought of not being able to see you at all times.”

“That’s silly, Papi. You can’t be with me every minute.”

“Yes, I can. You will be smothered by me at first. Maybe this feeling will subside over time, but for now, the most you will be alone will be the few minutes it takes me to eliminate and bathe myself.”

I swallow. He’s so intense. “How will you go to work?”

“I work from my home, Little one. My office is connected to my house. I will have a playpen next to me where you can play, read, or rest while I’m working.”

“A playpen? Like for babies?”

He taps my nose. “You are my Baby girl, Clara. Yes. A playpen. You will not be permitted to stand when you’re inside it. Sometimes I will tether you to my side so you can’t wander more than a few feet.”

I gasp. He’s serious. The burn in my nipples has slowly subsided, but I’m still extremely aware of them and even more so at the thought of being leashed. Is that what he’s suggesting? “Do you mean like a collar and leash?”

Papi shrugs. “We’ll figure out what works best for us. We can try a collar and see if you like the feeling of having a leash extending from your neck. You might prefer a harness or an ankle cuff.” He says all of this matter-of-factly as if it’s perfectly normal conversation.

“People don’t wear collars, leashes, harnesses, or ankle cuffs, Papi. You can’t do that.”

He trails a finger down between my breasts, making me shudder and crave more of his touch. “I know for a fact that even on Earth some people do indeed practice a form of dominance and submission where they enjoy being tethered to their Master.”

I sigh. He’s right. “But that’s not the norm.”

He shrugs as he circles one of my nipples with his finger. “It’s not the norm on Eleadia either, Baby girl. I don’t actually know any Papis who tether their Little girls. I’ve never seen it. I know they keep their mates close and enforce strict safety rules. I know they don’t permit Littles to stand in their cribs or playpens. Females are also not allowed to touch the stove or oven or anything else that’s dangerous. No Little girl is permitted to leave the house alone. None are given permission to climb up onto the furniture either. It’s too high and much larger than what you’re accustomed to on Earth. I will spank your bottom hard if I catch you climbing onto anything for any reason. Both of your feet will be on the floor at all times unless you’re inside your playpen or crib, in which case you’ll stay on your bottom.”

I stare at him, not breathing. It’s a lot to absorb.

He continues, “I know Papis feel strongly about their mates. I get that now that I’ve found you, but for some reason, I feel a higher level of protectiveness than I’ve heard from others. Maybe because you scared me nearly to death when I first met you. The fact that you needed a tumor removed from your head within hours of me finding you might be causing me to feel more cautious than the average Papi.”

I try to remain calm as I respond. “I get that, Papi, but a leash is overboard.” Surely he won’t expect me to literally stay within feet of him.

He trails his distracting finger up to my neck and drags it along the circumference under my jaw. His voice is soft and sultry when he speaks. “You might like the feeling of a pretty collar around your neck. I could get something bedazzled with hessonite stones to match the ones dangling from your titties. A pretty leash to match. The weight of it hanging between your breasts would give you a sense of security. The tug if you moved too far from my side would remind you that you belong next to me.”

I’m panting as he continues stroking my neck. I can practically feel the collar as he describes it. I can sense its weight and the tug from him giving a pull on the leash to rein me back in.

Papi trails his finger and his gaze down to my chest. He lightly strokes my skin between my breasts and then along the swell beneath them. His voice is even lower and filled with sex as he continues, “Perhaps you’ll prefer a harness. I could have it bejeweled with hessonite stones, too.” He circles my boob with his finger. “I could have Ekert design something just for you. A special harness that comes over your shoulders, circles your breasts, and reaches around to your back. I could clip a leash to the front or the back of it. It would give you the same sense of security. I could attach the leash to my wrist, my waist, or even my desk, depending on the circumstances.”

I’m breathing so heavily. My body betrays me. My pussy is so swollen and wet that I’m about to orgasm. The maddening part is that I can’t hide my intense arousal from Papi.

Papi draws the imaginary harness around my breasts and up my shoulders over and over. He leans in closer, whispering, “Can you feel the straps tightening around you, Little one?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“I can smell your need, Baby girl.”

I squirm. I’m fully restrained, and I can’t move more than an inch in any direction, but every time I come up short, my arousal heightens.

Papi stops drawing the harness to let his finger trail down to the edge of my diaper. “Do you want Papi to let you come, Clara?”

“Yes, please, Papi.”

He slides his maddening finger along the edge of my diaper and then lifts it to lightly cup my entire pussy over the soft, bulky material. It’s warm and full because I’m still wearing a catheter. I can’t stop my body from filling the diaper.

Papi presses the bulging material against my pussy. “Feel your submission, Baby girl.”

I whimper.

“Do you have any idea how submissive you are and how badly you need Papi to dominate you?”

I shake my head. I’m beginning to understand, but I’m also still struggling with the idea and in a bit of denial.

“You’ll be a good girl for Papi and do as you’re told, won’t you, Baby girl?”

I nod because right now I would do anything he asked. “Yes, Papi.”

He opens my diaper with two quick tugs on the sides so that it falls open heavily between my legs. “Spread your knees wider, Baby girl.”

I obey him, forcing my legs so wide they stretch over the sides of the bouncy seat.

When Papi strokes a finger through my soaked folds, I cry out. He taps my clit and gives a little tug on my catheter, reminding me of its presence. Next, he parts my folds with two fingers and holds me open. “I’m going to order both a collar and a harness for you, Clara, and you will willingly accept either of them when I bring them out. You will extend your neck and offer it to me without complaint to accept your collar. You will hold your arms up and thrust your breasts forward so I can put the harness on you when I command you to do so.”

My entire body shudders so badly that I nearly come, and he’s not touching my clit or my channel. He’s simply holding my pussy lips open. He hasn’t asked me a question. He’s only made a statement, but he expects my compliance nonetheless. I lick my lips and respond. “Yes, Papi.”

He thrusts two fingers deep into me and rubs his palm against my clit.

I scream as I orgasm, my body convulsing hard. He doesn’t even have to move. The feel of his palm against my clit and his fingers deep in my channel is all I need.

“Come again, Clara. Come on Papi’s fingers like a good girl. Come because the idea of being leashed makes you so horny you can’t stop yourself.”

My second orgasm rips through my body, the force of it so intense that my vision blurs and I can’t breathe. I ride the waves of that second orgasm for long seconds.

“Again, Little girl. Submit to Papi. Come again.”

I don’t know how he can control me like this, but he does. My third orgasm nearly makes me black out. The room is spinning. He’s still not moving his hand. My release is totally from his command.

He owns me in every way, and I will do anything he asks. I’m not sure I will even fight him anymore. It won’t do me any good. He will give me what I crave no matter what I do. He will give me the pain and the restraint I need.

I’m the luckiest person in the universe. It’s scary as fuck, but I know it will be amazing.