Page 19 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Nineteen

Clara

This is the most heady experience of my life. It surpasses all other experiences combined. I’m desperate to please Papi and equally desperate to have him inside me. If he doesn’t fuck me clear into tomorrow after he’s done demonstrating his dominance, I will probably die of heart failure.

Papi tucks his cock back into his pants before he removes the collar around my neck.

I whimper because I already miss the weight of it, but I’m looking forward to trying the harness next and hopeful he will permit me to stand and even walk after he gets it on me.

I understand what he’s doing here and why he hasn’t let me even stand on my own yet. He was waiting for this moment so it would be more significant. He wanted me to be wearing the harness he had made the first time I stood on my own feet.

I feel the weight of how important this is to Papi and now me. I will wear his harness when I take my first steps and submit to him because it’s what I want, too.

My breath hitches yet again when he pulls the harness out of the bag. It’s intricate and…I think the word is regal. I can picture queens from centuries ago wearing something like this as a symbol of power.

Papi holds the jewelry out for me to see.

“It’s so pretty, Papi,” I breathe out, not touching it. I have sat back on my heels again. I’m looking up at him, feeling my submission from between his legs.

“Lift your arms, pretty girl.”

I hold up my arms and watch as he arranges the triangles of jewels around my breasts and tucks the last section under them. He rises and comes behind me to squat down and fasten the back, adjusting it until the harness is snug around me.

It’s heavier than the collar simply because there is more of it. As he tightens it, a low moan escapes my lips. Wetness rushes out of my pussy. I feel secure, cherished, loved. His warm hands on my naked skin remind me of my submission. His breath against my neck makes me tremble with need.

Papi reaches around from behind and fastens the leash between my breasts. His lips come to my ear. “You don’t need me to prick you with my serum. You’re dripping with need.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.

He rises and tugs the leash. “You may stand now, Clara.”

I push myself up. My legs shake, not because they can’t hold me but because this moment is so important. It’s setting a tone we will live by for…centuries, according to Papi.

When I’m on my feet, Papi tugs the leash, guiding me to face him. He holds the leash taut with one hand and cups my face with the other. “You’re so sexy, Clara.”

I smile. I’m glad he sees me that way. I want him to look at me the way he’s looking at me now forever. If that means wearing a leash and staying right beside him, I will gladly do so.

Papi takes a step back and pulls the leash, forcing me to step forward. “Pull your shoulders back,” he instructs.

I do as I’m told, knowing the act pushes my chest out.

Papi licks his lips. “Good girl.” His voice is low, a tone I’ve never heard from him.

I can scent his arousal the way he always claims to scent mine. Will my senses heighten as time goes by?

Papi keeps the leash taut as we stand still. He circles one of my nipples with his other pointer, flicking the dangling gem before giving it a tug.

The numbness is beginning to wear off, but instead of hurting, the pull on my titty sends a message to my clit.

Papi takes another step and then another, pulling me along with him.

I’m panting by the time I realize we have reached his bedroom. Excitement bubbles up inside me.

“I want you to wear this harness while I thrust my cock into you, Clara.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say eagerly. I want to wear it, too. I want to look down at it and see my submission.

“I will come inside you this time. It will send you into a frenzy of need. You will come for me several times before I wash my essence off your skin and out of your cunt.”

“Yes…” My tummy clenches. I want to feel that frenzy. I got a taste of it when we were on the mothership, but I know this will be far more intense.

“I will hold you down and continue to thrust in and out of you. You will come when I tell you, understood?”

“Yes, Papi.” My knees are growing weak. It has nothing to do with atrophy and everything to do with this intense need to consummate our union again.

Papi sweeps me off my feet and carries me to his bed. He lowers me gently onto the mattress before grabbing the leash and reaching way over my head to attach the end of it to something on the other side of the bed.

I twist my neck to look behind me and see a railing that wasn’t there before.

“I added a barrier to the other side of the bed so you can’t fall off.”

I lick my lips. The idea is both bonkers and endearing. He’s not kidding. He seriously worries I might fall out of bed.

“From now on, you will sleep with me,” he declares.

My heart soars. I want nothing more.

Papi strips out of his pants and then unfastens my diaper. “When you’re naked, you will keep your legs spread wide. If you close them, I will spank your pussy.”

“Yes, Sir.” I part my thighs wide, loving the way he looks down at me. He even strokes his cock as he takes me in, his gaze roaming all over my body.

I’m panting with need.

“Reach your arms above your head and hold on to the leash. Don’t let go.”

I do as I’m told.

He climbs over me and kisses a path from my pussy to my lips, not touching me with anything but his mouth. When he kisses my lips, we both moan. He claims my mouth with an intensity I have not seen in him before, devouring me. The sounds coming from him are possessive growls of dominance.

Finally he releases my lips and looks into my eyes. “Are you ready for my cock, Baby girl?”

“Yes, Papi. Please.”

He lowers over me, slides his hands up to meet mine, and grips my smaller fists in his. His chest grazes over my pierced nipples before he lets more of his weight settle over me. His cock lines up with my soaking entrance.

And then he thrusts into me all the way to the hilt. “Come, Clara,” he orders.

My body obeys him, instantly reaching orgasm. I cry out from the shock of my pussy milking his cock so quickly.

“Good girl.” He holds my gaze as he eases out and thrusts back in seemingly deeper. “Again, Clara. I want to feel your cunt milking my cock. Come,” he demands.

I scream as I follow his orders. How is he able to do that?

“Yes… Such a good girl.”

I can barely make out his words of praise because my ears are ringing and my orgasm is still pulsing through my body.

He pulls partway out, hovers a moment, and then growls loud enough for the neighbors to hear. His body convulses as he reaches his peak deep inside me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I love being able to witness him as he succumbs to his need.

My pleasure is short-lived, though. Within seconds of him emptying his cock into me, a much deeper intense need consumes me. My body stiffens, and then I writhe beneath him.

“Oh God,” I scream. “Papi!”

He holds me down and thrusts in and out of me, making the need get worse as his semen is pushed deeper and spread around my channel. It burns. It tingles. It feels like I’m going to split apart.

I’m pretty sure I keep screaming as I come again two or three more times. I can’t stop it. It seems like I might die from too many orgasms.

Finally he pulls out, sweeps me off the bed, and carries me through the house toward the kitchen.

I fight him, bucking and writhing. Am I having another orgasm?

Somehow he holds on to me while he fills the basin, and then he lowers me into the water. It’s cool. It didn’t have time to warm up, but I don’t care. I’m so hot I like the cool water against my skin.

I grab the edges of the basin, gritting my teeth and shaking violently while he washes my pussy and rinses it over and over. I remember to keep my legs wide. I wasn’t even able to close them while he was carrying me because he tucked a hand between my thighs.

It seems to take hours before my breathing slows and my vision clears. Papi keeps washing me. He even reaches up inside me over and over to scoop out his come. He holds the nozzle right at my entrance to rinse his essence down the drain.

When I’m marginally back to normal, I relax a bit too much and let my knees ease toward each other.

Papi quickly spreads them wide, and all the air leaves my lungs when he swats my pussy with his palm.

I gasp. “Sorry, Papi.”

He kisses my forehead. He’s not angry, he’s just asserting his authority. He said he would spank my pussy if I closed my legs, and he meant it.

I close my eyes and go limp while he dries me off, tucks the towel between my legs, and carries me back to the bedroom. I don’t have the energy to open my eyes as he puts a diaper on me and climbs up to join me on the bed.

He pulls the covers up to my waist, leaving my breasts exposed, and I finally peek up at him to find him smiling down at me while he trails a finger along the edges of my harness.

“You’re beautiful, Clara.”

“So are you, Papi,” I whisper.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I drift off into a deep sleep.