Page 6 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Six

Kalbrac

My Little girl is shaking and clinging to me as I lift her out of the basin. She’s trembling from the unexpected orgasm. I haven’t even gotten her dried off yet. We’re both getting wet as I wrap a towel around her, tuck part of it between her legs to keep them parted, and snuggle her against my chest.

I didn’t intend to push her to orgasm while I was bathing her, but she needed it, and I would never deny her. Having a mate is new to me. No matter how much research I’ve done or how many other Papis I’ve spoken to, nothing prepared me for how strong my bond is to her.

There was no way I could simply wash her and ignore her needs with her pheromones filling the room and the desperation evident in her eyes. She’s probably still under the pull of arousal from me nicking her nipples with my quill. Or maybe this is just what happens when human females meet their mates.

I carry Clara over to the changing table and dry her off as best as I can before laying her gently on her back. She’s still panting from her release, and her breathing increases when I pull her arms above her head and secure her wrists.

I kiss her stomach before adding a strap across her hips. The scent of her desire is potent. Arousal leaks out of my Little girl with no regard for the fact that she’s had multiple orgasms since I met her.

She whimpers and writhes on the table. “Why do you keep restraining me?”

I kiss her neck and nibble a path to her lips. “Two reasons. I will always secure you to the changing table, Little one. It’s for your safety. I don’t want you to fall off. In addition, restraints heighten your arousal every time, and the scent of your need filling me with every breath makes me want to add ten more straps. Every time I click another one into place, your heart rate increases and your pussy reacts.”

Her chest rises and falls heavily as she stares at me.

I stroke her thighs. “Spread your legs wide for me, Baby girl.”

She tips her head back and arches her chest as she obeys me.

Her pussy glistens, and more wetness leaks out of her as I push her knees wider. “Can you hold yourself open for me, Clara? Or do you need more restraints around your legs?”

She whimpers. “What… What are you going to do?”

I reach for the tube of cream I intend to use and open it while I answer her. “I’m going to spread an ointment on your pussy. It needs to sit for a few minutes before I remove it. You have to stay still for me, Little one.”

“Why?” She lifts her head to look down her body. “What’s it for?”

“It will remove your pubic hair and permanently keep it from growing back on your pussy, Baby girl.” I hold her folds open wide and begin applying the cream, well aware that her pulse increases as well as her arousal.

I know there are differences between human females. It’s hard for me to be sure what is driving her need. It’s a combination of things, but which of them is stronger? Is she still reacting to my prick? Is she the sort of female who has a deep need for restraint? Is the thought of me removing her hair driving her arousal? How much is she affected by my presence? She’s breathing in my scent the same as I am hers.

All of these factors play a role, and I doubt even Clara could put her finger on what the driving forces are. It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that our bond is strengthening by the minute, and my girl is obeying me.

“Papi…” I love the sound of her whimpers.

I finish, set the tube aside, clean off my fingers, and spread my hands on her inner thighs, stroking her skin with my thumbs. I smile at her. She’s stunning. Her thick brown hair is fanned all around her face. Her eyes are huge brown orbs with specks of gold in them. She keeps licking her full lips.

I lower my gaze to her breasts. They’re full and pert with rosy nipples. I’m certain the hessonite stones will look fantastic against her skin.

“Papi…”

I lift my gaze to hers to find her eyes glazed with lust. I stop stroking her inner thighs and squeeze her legs. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. Just another minute.”

“What’s happening to me?”

“Your body is aligning with mine, Little one. We’re bonding. It’s normal.”

Her lip trembles. “I’m…hot.”

I frown. Does she have a fever? Her skin doesn’t feel abnormally warm to me. I’ll have Dankin check her vitals. I’m sure he intends to anyway. We didn’t get to that part of the exam.

“Hold still for me while I remove the cream, Baby girl.” I lift one hand and use a warm wipe to rid her pussy of all hair. I grab a few more cloths to make sure she’s totally clean. I don’t want her skin irritated.

Clara is holding her breath. She lifts her head to look down between her legs. “Feels strange.”

I chuckle. “You’ll get used to it.” I can’t resist the urge to stroke her naked folds. Her skin is so soft. I bend forward and kiss her pussy, lingering to draw in her scent and nuzzle her folds.

“Papi!”

I lift off her. I don’t want to torment her further right now. I unfasten the strap across her hips, grab a soft diaper from the pile on the shelf, and lift her hips to slide it under her.

She’s panting, and her legs are shaking, but she gasps and arches her hips off the table. “What are you doing?” Her voice is shrill.

I grab a second tube of ointment and quickly apply it to her folds. “You’ll need to go potty soon, Baby girl.” Before she can fuss further, I wrap the soft material around her bottom and fasten it at her hips.

She shakes her head back and forth. “No…”

I release her hands and lift her into my arms.

She wiggles in my embrace and pushes against me with her palms. “No, Papi. No.”

I tuck her inner arm against me and clasp her other wrist, circling it with my fingers to keep her from fighting me. “Deep breaths, Baby girl.”

She flails and shakes her head faster. “Don’t tell me to breathe. Put me down. I don’t want to do this. I won’t.”

I glance around, spot a bottle on the table next to the rocking chair, and quickly sit, keeping Clara secure against me. This was bound to happen. It’s not uncommon. In fact, most Little girls balk at being diapered. Human females are not accustomed to this practice. They only wear diapers for the first few years of life.

Our females are diapered for the rest of their lives. Clara will learn to empty her bladder and her bowels into the soft material. She will learn to rely on me to change her and take care of her every need. But it’s not surprising that she’s stressed upon learning about this.

“I can’t use a diaper, Kalbrac. I can’t .”

I flinch when she uses my name instead of calling me Papi. She’s doing so to assert her dominance, but there will be no room for anything but submission from her in our relationship. Her natural inclination is to submit to me, but she doesn’t fully realize that, nor is she willing to accept it yet.

I roll her so that our chests are touching and kiss her temple. It’s not difficult to secure her small body no matter how hard she struggles to free herself from my grip. “You can, Little one. You’ll get used to it.”

“No…” She tries harder, squirming with all her might. If I were standing and I released her, she would get injured falling to the floor. She’s far too small, and I’m seven foot six. I’m sitting now, rocking gently. I won’t let her go, though. She doesn’t understand that I will carry her everywhere for a while. Her feet won’t touch the floor while we’re on the mothership and not for a few weeks after we return home, either. She won’t have the strength after the six-month journey.

I bring my lips to her neck and lick the sweet spot behind her ear.

She jerks her head away from my mouth. “No,” she shouts, squirming harder. “You can’t get your way by sticking me with that vampire thingy.”

I lean her back and look into her eyes. “ No doesn’t belong in your vocabulary, Little one. You will obey Papi because my rules are for your own safety and protection.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not a baby, and I don’t follow rules.”

“You’re my Little girl, Clara, forever and always. I know it goes against everything you’ve ever believed to be true, but you know as deep in your soul as I do that you’re mine to love and protect for the rest of our lives.”

She pushes her bottom lip out in a pout that makes me chuckle. It’s so cute.

“I need to feed you so you can rest before the surgery, Little one. You can either stop fighting Papi and take your bottle like a good girl, or I can turn you over my knee and spank you first. Either way, you will still take a bottle and go down for a nap.”

She gasps. Not surprising. Her pretty eyes bug out again. “You can’t spank me, and I don’t take bottles.”

“From now on, you will take bottles. I won’t introduce foods from our planet to you for a long time. The formula you will suckle is perfectly created to keep you healthy. And as for spanking, I can and I will swat your pretty bottom when you misbehave. Spankings help Little girls learn to obey their Papis.”

Her jaw drops open. She blinks several times. “I want to go home,” she finally murmurs, sniffling.

My heart clenches. I know she doesn’t really mean it, but it still hurts. I want her to feel so bonded to me that going home never enters her mind. I stroke her back. “I’m sorry, Little one. Your home is with me now, forever. Eleadians do not ever part from their mates.”

Her eyes fill with tears, but she manages to find the strength to continue to be defiant. “Then I guess you’ll have to spank me because I’m not going to obey you. And I won’t even like you after you hit me.”

Her words push my patience, but I can’t let her know that. I need to be calm and firm with her. She needs to understand that I’m her Papi, and I will always have her best interest at heart. “I will never injure you, Little one. Quite the opposite. I will spank you for your safety. When you refuse to eat, I will spank you because not eating is a health concern. I will also punish your pretty bottom if you refuse to fill your diapers. The same goes for not obeying my safety rules.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you think I’ll run out into the street and get hit by a car?” she sasses.

“No because you won’t even go out the front or back door of the house without me. If you’re super defiant, I won’t let you leave the room without me.”

She gasps. “Ever?”

“Not ever, Little one.”

She purses her lips and turns her head away from me.

I pick up the bottle and tap her defiant lips with the nipple, but that only makes her twist her small body farther to avoid contact with the bottle.

She’s testing me, and I have no choice but to show her what will happen when she misbehaves. I calmly set the bottle down before quickly unfastening her diaper and tugging it free of her body.

Clara gasps when I flip her over so she’s face down on my lap. Before she has her bearings, I clasp both her wrists at the small of her back with one hand. She jerks her head up, flailing her legs. “No! Put me down.”

It takes no effort on my part to keep her in place, and I give her bottom a firm swat to get her attention.

“Ouch! Stop it. You can’t spank me.”

I grip the back of her thighs with one hand to lessen her ability to squirm. “Clara…” My voice is firm. Commanding. “I am going to spank you for not taking your bottle. You can either accept your punishment like a good girl, or I’ll add to it. It’s up to you.”

She starts crying, which isn’t unexpected. “I don’t want you to spank me,” she wails.

“Then next time you won’t disobey me.” I swat her other cheek.

She flails around, trying to free herself.

“Your punishment doesn’t start until you stop fighting against it, Little one,” I inform her. I give her a third swat, lower this time, at the junction of her bottom with her thighs.

I studied the effects of spanking extensively so I would know what to expect and how hard to slap my Little girl’s skin. I learned how the location of my attention would affect her. So, I’m not surprised when her breath hitches, her body stiffens, and the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils.

I spank that same spot again, getting her attention. This time she whimpers, so I rub the spot. “Let your body relax against my thighs, Little one,” I encourage gently as I slide my hand down to grip one of her thighs, letting my fingers stroke the sensitive skin so close to her pussy.

“Papi…” she moans. At least she’s calling me Papi now.

“You will accept your punishment, Baby girl. You will stop wiggling and stay still while I spank you.”

She sniffles.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Probably not,” she murmurs.

I chuckle. “Can you be good for five minutes?”

She sighs, but her body relaxes against me. She’s curious now that she has discovered that some of my swats are going to feel good.

“Tell me when you’re ready, Baby girl.” I continue to tease her inner thighs. When she clenches them together, trapping my fingers, I add, “Spread your legs. You’ll keep your knees wide while I spank you.”

When she hesitates, I slide my thumb to her rectum and press against the tight hole.

Clara arches her chest, lifting her head as she gasps. “Papi…” She’s a stubborn Little girl.

I put pressure on her rosette again. “Spread your legs, Little one,” I demand.

She jerks her knees apart. I like that she’s panting. “I don’t like it.”

“You’re not supposed to like it, Baby girl. That’s why it’s called a punishment. In five seconds, I’m going to push my thumb into your bottom and keep it there until you accept your spanking.”

She shakes her head and clenches her butt cheeks. “No, Papi.”

“Are you ready to be disciplined?”

She sighs dramatically. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Please spank my naughty bottom, Papi,” I instruct her.

She whimpers again.

I lower my hand, drag my thumb through her soaking wet folds, and return it to her tight rosette.

Clara’s body clenches, but she doesn’t fight me. Instead, she finally relents. “Please spank my naughty bottom, Papi,” she practically shouts.

I lift my hand and swat her left cheek. Without pausing, I switch to her right cheek and then back to her left again. I can hear her whimpering, but she doesn’t fight me. I know she’s confused, frustrated, and a bit angry, but she needs to learn that I will be firm with her. I’m establishing a dynamic that will last for our entire lives.

I know her instinct is to submit to me, but she’s never tapped into that inclination before she met me. There’s undoubtedly a lot going on in her head.

When I switch my attention to that sweet spot near her thighs, she arches her bottom into the air and moans.

My cock stiffens against her hip. She’s irresistible when she’s aroused, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. Fate put her in my path and meant for us to bond. She does not make mistakes, and even though I’m scared for my Little girl to undergo surgery, I know in my heart Dankin will fix her. He has to. There are no other options.

I switch back and forth, spanking Clara’s bottom in a way that burns and stings while allowing my palm to occasionally strike the spot where she’s learning to crave my attention. I end with four slaps at the base of her pretty pink bottom and lift my hand up.

My instinct is to rub her heated skin. I want to feel the warm smoothness against my palm, but my Little girl needs to spend some time absorbing the burning sting. I didn’t go easy on her. She’s now aware of what will happen when she disobeys me.

I know I’ve done the right thing because she’s panting and squirming against me. Her essence fills the room. She could come with one stroke to her pussy.