Page 18 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Eighteen

Kalbrac

It’s time for me to give my girl some freedom, but it makes me feel rather panicky at the same time. It’s hard for Clara or any other human female to grasp how anxious we Papis are when it comes to their safety.

Yes, we travel six months to Earth and six months home to find a mate, but that’s not really the issue. The primary reason for our stress is the bond we have. It’s far stronger than I could understand until experiencing it.

What I feel for Clara is so enormous that I can’t stand to take my eyes off her, and I get anxious when I picture her possibly falling or getting injured for any reason. Maybe my anxiety is higher and more warranted than others since she was unconscious and suffering from an unknown ailment when I met her. I’ve been in a heightened state of concern from that moment on.

I want to keep Clara close by my side at all times. If I could hold her in my lap all day, I would do so. If she never walked and kept her bottom on the floor, I wouldn’t complain. The idea of her getting up on two legs and taking steps makes my chest clench irrationally.

I’ve had her crib in my room next to my bed for the past two weeks. This morning, I finally had it moved into the nursery. I had the local furniture maker, Strogan, design me a sturdy railing for one side of our bed. I had it installed this morning also. From now on, Clara will sleep with me, but she will never roll over and fall out of our bed.

She and I need to have a little chat about my anxiety before I let her take her first steps. I want her to understand and not take risks. Plus, I have plans for her that are nothing like the way other Little girls live on Eleadia.

We vaguely touched on my ideas before we left Earth, but I haven’t brought the subject back up since arriving. I will now.

When we get back to the house, I grab the pouch Ekert gave me and set it by my armchair before I lift her out of her stroller, sit, and arrange her so she’s straddling my lap. I want her full attention, but damn she’s so unbelievably gorgeous with the new jewelry.

She stares at her breasts and then lifts her gaze to mine. “Are you going to let me walk now, Papi?”

I nod. “Yes, but I have some stipulations.”

She sets her tiny hands on my shoulders and meets my gaze. “I figured.” Her tone is extremely sassy.

I chuckle. “Naughty girl.” I set my palms on her waist and ease them up her sides. My fingers touch across her back while my thumbs easily stroke the undersides of her breasts.

I love the way she shudders when I give her breasts a push, making them jiggle and the piercings sway.

“Papi…”

I stop toying with her and get serious. “I’m going to be very strict with you, Clara.”

She stares at me.

“It’s because I love you more than anything in the universe, more than I ever imagined possible.”

She swallows and nods. “I love you, too, Papi.”

I smile. I know she does, but it’s nice hearing it. “You know what’s in the pouch, don’t you, Little one?”

She nods.

“I’ve thought long and hard about your mobility. It scares me to let you walk.”

“I’ll be fine, Papi. I’ve been walking for thirty-four years. I promise I’m really good at it.”

I chuckle. “That may be, but I don’t like the idea of you being more than a few feet away from me. I get nervous when I can’t see you. I’m going to be more overbearing than other Papis. You’ll know this when you make friends and start having playdates. None of their Papis will be as overprotective as me.”

She rubs my shoulders. “You can’t watch me every second, Papi, and sometimes I might get hurt. People do. It just happens no matter how careful you are.”

I tug her closer. “I can keep you right at my side most of the time, Baby girl. I intend to.”

She glances over the side of the chair. “That’s why you got a leash.”

“Yes.”

She draws in a deep breath. “The idea scares me a bit. It’s not…normal. On Earth some people practice a form of BDSM called pet play. Puppy play, or kittens or ponies. They wear a collar and leash. They sometimes eat from a bowl and even use a kennel. I don’t think I would like that, Papi.”

I nod. “I don’t intend for you to be my pet. You’re my mate. My Little girl. You will never be a pet. We don’t even have pets on Eleadia. The concept is foreign to us. When you wear my leash, I want it to make you feel protected and secure. I want it to calm you because you know you can’t get more than a few feet from me.”

She bites her bottom lip, but at least she’s not protesting.

“I won’t have you eat from a bowl on the floor, Little one. You’ll always take bottles, and when I’m ready to introduce other foods, you will do so in your highchair. You will nap in secure places where I can see you at all times, and starting tonight, you will sleep with me in our bed.”

She smiles. “I like that part.”

I ease my hands around and cup her pretty breasts before toying with the dangling stones. “My cock has been hard from the moment Ekert put these hoops through your nipples. The sight of them makes me want to strip you naked and remind you what it feels like to have me inside you.”

“I’d like that, Papi.”

I move my hands to her neck and trail my fingers around the circumference. “First, I want you to experience the collar and harness I got you. I can’t wait to see them on your body.”

She trembles, and the scent of her pheromones increases dramatically. She might fight me on this issue on principle, but physically her body wants to obey me.

“Here are my rules. When you’re wearing the collar, you will stay on your hands and knees at all times. I want you to associate the collar with crawling and sitting. No standing. You will wear it when I’m on an important call for work or too busy to watch you closely. You will not break this rule for any reason, understood?”

She swallows hard. “Yes, Papi.” I think she understands that I’m speaking from a place of actual fear for her safety. I’m grateful she’s not arguing with me.

I trail a finger down between her breasts. “The leash will land between your titties, Baby girl. The weight of it will remind you to stay on your bottom.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

I circle her breasts with both pointers. “The harness will reach over your shoulders, make a triangle around your breasts, crisscross against your back, and cinch tight around your ribs. I’ll be able to clasp the leash at the center of your back or between your breasts.” I emphasize my point by touching the spot in the center of her chest just below her breasts.

She shivers when I trail my finger back up her cleavage. “You may walk when you’re wearing it. When we’re in public, you will keep your shoulders back and display your titties proudly. The harness will draw attention to you because no one else has one.” I tap both shiny stones, making them sway.

“Yes, Papi,” she responds.

“You are my life. My everything. Your submission is a part of who you are. You crave my firm hand and extreme dominance because Fate knew what She was doing. You will obey me because you want to, and I will reward you for your submission in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.”

She smiles at me. “Yes, Papi.”

I shouldn’t be surprised by how easily she has acquiesced to my demands. It’s in her nature. She hadn’t known this about herself before she met me, but now she does, and she’s following her instincts.

I reach over the side of the chair and pick up the bag. “I will put the collar on you first. I want you to feel it around your neck and submit to what it represents.”

“Yes, Sir.” She’s trembling, but she’s not scared. She’s eager.

When I pull the collar out of the bag, her breath hitches. She doesn’t touch it, but she leans over to look at it in my palm. This is the first time I’m seeing it, too. It’s exactly what I asked Ekert to design. I’m beyond pleased with how it turned out.

Wide chain links are interspersed with hessonite stones. It’s a gorgeous piece of jewelry, like a heavy necklace that will sit tight against her throat. I measured her neck with my hands, so I know it will fit her perfectly.

“Sit up tall for me, Baby girl.” I lift the collar and wrap it around her pretty neck. It’s heavy enough to serve as a constant reminder but not so heavy that it will annoy her.

When I snap it into place, she shudders.

I trail my fingers around the top edge of the links. “Submit to me, Clara.”

“Yes, Papi.”

“Good girl.” I reach into the bag and pull out the leash next. It matches the collar, a series of links with stones in between. It’s only a few feet long. I don’t intend for her to be able to leave my side when she’s wearing it.

I clip it onto the front of her collar, making her flinch, and then I lift her off my lap and set her on her hands and knees on the floor, facing me. I take the leash in my hand and pull gently, drawing her between my knees.

Clara rocks forward and backward on her hands and knees, her head tipped up to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink. The scent of her arousal fills the room, making my cock stiffen.

“Come, Little one,” I say, pulling on the leash again.

My precious Little girl crawls closer so that her face is right in front of my cock.

“Sit back on your heels and rest your cheek against my thigh.” I stroke the top of her head, praising her with my touch as she obeys me. Her newly pierced titties sway between my legs. Her warm breath penetrates my loose pants.

“Any time you need comfort when you’re collared, you may sit like this between my legs,” I tell her.

She sighs contentedly and licks her lips. “May I suck you, Papi?”

Her question takes me off guard. I draw in a sharp breath and stare at her for a moment before nodding. “Is that what you want, Baby girl? Do you want Papi’s cock in your mouth?”

She nods. “Yes, Sir.” She lifts her face from my thigh, centering herself with my covered cock.

I release the leash so it dangles between her breasts and stroke her cheeks. “Even the precome on the tip of my cock will send you into a frenzy, Little one,” I warn her.

“I want to taste you.”

“I won’t come in your mouth, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pull the front of my pants down to let my cock pop free. It bobs in front of her. I cup her face and tip it back so I can see her pretty eyes. “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before, Clara?”

“No, Sir,” she whispers.

I’m ridiculously glad this experience is all mine. “Keep your hands on my thighs. You may not touch. Lick it, Baby girl.”

She settles her palms on my thighs and leans forward, her little tongue sticking out. The first stroke of her tongue against my hard length nearly makes me come. This will be a test of my will.

I cup the back of her head and drag my pinky along the edge of her collar. Fuck, she’s sexy. Picking up the leash from between her breasts, I hold it tight, reminding her of her submission and keeping her face against my cock.

I don’t give her more instructions. Instead, I let her lick and kiss my shaft until she’s moaning and panting with need.

Somehow I have to keep my orgasm at bay. I don’t want her to touch copious amounts of my come just yet.

When her mouth comes to the tip of my cock and she swirls her tongue around the head, I groan and pull her back with a firm tug on the leash. “That’s enough, Baby girl. Let’s switch to your harness.”