Page 7 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Seven

Clara

My ass is on fire, and I’ve never had more conflicting emotions running through me in my life. The burn is intense. I want to scream at Kalbrac for hitting me. He had no right. On my planet, women do not get punished like this.

I’m angry that he had the gall to strong-arm me. He outweighs me by more than double. There’s no way I could ever stop him from getting his way. It’s maddening.

But even more frustrating is the fact that looming larger than the pain and aggravation is this intense arousal that’s growing by the second and smothering my other emotions.

My clit is throbbing harder than it has since I first woke up in his arms. My channel clenches over and over around nothing. I can smell Kalbrac’s arousal, too. He wants me as badly as I want him. It’s illogical.

I need him to touch me, and I’m too stubborn to ask for what I crave. Also I want to slap him. I can’t do anything of the sort from this position. He’s still holding me down against his thighs. He has my wrists gripped firmly with one of his huge hands.

I’m naked, and my pussy is dripping, and damn him, but he knows it. He knows everything. He has some sort of super-senses. He’s hyper-aware of my arousal. I can hear him inhaling over and over as if the exertion from spanking me winded him. It’s not that. It’s his desire to take me.

Neither of us has spoken yet, and Papi is the first to break the silence. He sets his palm low on my thigh and slides it upward, his fingers teasing my sensitive skin as he clears his throat. “Such a good girl,” he praises.

His words are unexpected. I wouldn’t think anything I did could be described as good behavior, not in his mind anyway.

I hold my breath as his fingers slowly grow closer to my pussy, but before he reaches the spot I most need him to connect with, he stops and pulls against my skin slightly, causing my lower lips to part.

I gasp as the air in the room hits my wet folds. I arch my head up so high that my nipples graze against his thigh. And the keening noise that comes out of me makes my face heat. I’m mortified by my reaction.

His fingers move slightly closer, and he gives another tug against my skin, parting me farther, opening me up.

I grit my teeth as another moan leaves my lips. Dammit. Why can’t I control my reaction to him? There are forces at work here beyond my control. I know it. Not just the lingering effects of the serum he injected me with. It’s more than that. It’s an animalistic mating call or something.

I can’t deny the draw, the growing need. I want him to drag me under him and take me from behind in a show of deep dominance. I crave it like my next breath. The feeling is increasing with every passing moment. I can’t stop it. The burning sting all over my ass only heightens my arousal as if the two are connected.

I arch my upper body again. It takes a lot of energy to do so with my arms pinned behind me. It feels good, though. It gives me the opportunity to drag my nipples over the soft material of the pants he’s wearing.

Doing so only makes everything worse, but I do it again because I can’t stop myself.

Papi suddenly releases my wrists. It’s so unexpected that I can’t react fast enough before he spreads his thighs wide. He releases his grip on my thigh to move that hand up to my lower back, anchoring me to his lap.

My breasts dangle between his legs now, and Papi reaches around to cup one of them. His fingers quickly slide down to my nipple, and he pinches it hard.

I cry out. The pain is sharp, and it goes straight to my clit as though there’s a connection between my nipple and my pussy.

Still holding my offended bud hostage, he says, “We don’t let our Little girls play with their titties on Eleadia, Clara. If I catch you doing so again, I will swat your naughty titties. The sting will be worse than this tiny pinch. Understood?”

I can’t breathe. My head is spinning. I’m trying to absorb his words, but it’s hard with him still gripping my nipple. I realize he’s aware that I was dragging my buds against his thighs, but I can’t believe he’s reprimanding me for doing so. It’s embarrassing that he noticed and maddening that he thinks he can order me not to touch myself.

Papi pinches my aching nipple harder. “Understood, Clara?” he repeats.

I’m panting from the combination of the pain and the unbelievable sensation that I’d like him to keep squeezing my swollen flesh. When he twists my nipple to one side, I finally respond, “Yes, Sir.”

He instantly releases my throbbing nipple. “Good girl.”

I gasp. My entire body is betraying me. I’m hyper aware of everything at once. The ache in my tit, the burn all over my ass, the pulsing need growing in my vagina, and even the memory of his thumb pressing against my anus.

My mind is spinning. I can’t focus on anything specific, and every inhale seems to draw Papi’s essence deeper into me. “Please fuck me, Papi,” I blurt out before I can filter my thoughts.

Papi’s breath hitches, and there’s a pause before he grips my hips, lifts me off his lap, and turns me so I’m facing him. He’s so enormous that he can easily hold me suspended in the air. “Straddle me, Baby girl,” he demands.

I spread my legs without hesitation and settle my feet on either side of his hips against the oversized rocking chair as he lowers me onto his lap. His knees are parted wide, so my butt hovers in the air.

When I try to slide forward so I can rub my pussy against his erection, he stops me with a grip on my hips. “Stay still.”

I meet his gaze, my hands coming to his shoulders. I feel wild and untamed. Desperate. My need is growing. I can’t go another minute without being fucked by him. “Please.”

His brow is furrowed. “You need to take a bottle and go down for a nap, Baby girl.”

I shake my head, which nearly makes me dizzy. “I need you to fuck me.” I’ve never used that word so flippantly before, and I’ve certainly never begged anyone to fuck me. I’ve never even wanted anyone to fuck me.

I’ve had sex with two men, which is embarrassing at the age of thirty-five. One was in my early twenties. He was my boyfriend. We were together for four years before we realized we weren’t compatible enough to get married and broke things off. Our sex was boring, and Matt wasn’t all that interested. We never lived together; we rarely even slept over, and we only had sex every few weeks. In fact, that was the primary reason I decided I didn’t think marriage was a great idea for us. We were good friends, but we lacked passion.

It wasn’t until I was thirty-two that I entered another relationship. Stuart was fifteen years older than me, and though we had a lot in common and had fun together, we also lacked sparks in the bedroom. When I broke up with him two years ago, I was rather depressed, thinking that something was wrong with me. Why didn’t men want to have sex with me?

I eventually learned that Matt had met and married a man. I also saw on social media that Stuart’s next girlfriend was some sort of modern-day mail-order bride.

Kalbrac is the first man I’ve ever felt this strongly about, and I’ve only known him for a few hours. Has it even been that long? I’ve been naked for most of the time since I met him. That’s mindboggling.

I lick my lips and stare into his eyes. “I’m on a spaceship above Earth with a giant alien man who claims he is my lifemate. I’ve been examined naked by an alien doctor who says there’s a tumor in my brain. I have no choice but to assume I actually slipped into a coma when I fainted in Club Zoom, but this can’t be for real.”

Kalbrac’s brow smooths out, and he smiles. “I assure you this is real.”

I shake my head. “It can’t be because it’s too far-fetched, so humor me. I assume I’ve conjured up the brain tumor in my weird dream, and now I’m going to die. My dying wish is for the sexy alien man in my mind to show me what it’s like to be truly fucked.”

He searches my face.

“Please, Papi. If you really believe I’m yours for eternity, don’t turn me over to Dankin for an intricate surgery in the center of my skull without showing me how it feels to be filled by that monster cock of yours.”

Did I just say cock out loud? I’m delusional. Granted, it’s my coma and my dream, so I guess I can use whatever words I want.

I’m naked on my pretend alien man’s lap, straddling him. My burning ass is hanging in the open air. My dripping pulsing pussy is spread wide, desperate for attention. My breasts are heavy. My nipples are hard points, one of them throbbing from recently being pinched. I’m even aware of my back hole. It feels tingly from Papi’s threatening thumb.

“Look at me, Baby girl.” At Papi’s gentle command, I realize my gaze has lowered to the bulging erection inside his soft pants.

I jerk my gaze up to his, hating that I feel embarrassed in my dream. Why can’t I simply feel emboldened without the embarrassment?

“Listen to me closely.”

I nod. If that’s what it takes to get what I want.

“First of all, when I spank your naughty bottom, I will not ordinarily allow you to come afterward. Little girls who misbehave and need to be disciplined are not rewarded. Understood?”

I nod again. “Yes, Sir.” It seems prudent to be agreeable since I feel a “but” coming next.

“Secondly, please stop using the word fuck to describe our coupling. I will never fuck you in the human sense you refer to. You are my precious mate. When we make love, it will be a passionate mating.” He lifts a brow.

I lick my lips. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

“Now, it’s not customary for Eleadian males to claim their female so thoroughly before making the trip to our home planet. Most Little girls aren’t ready to be taken like that in the short time they have to acclimate themselves to their new reality before the long journey to Eleadia.”

“How long does it take to get there?”

“Six months.”

I gasp. “Six months? That’s a very long time.”

“You won’t even know it. You’ll be in stasis for the entire journey. I will put you to sleep before we leave, and you will wake up on Eleadia in my arms as if you simply took a nap.”

My eyes widen.

“In addition, it will take you about two weeks to regain your strength. It will take a few days before your brain will be able to shoot information to your voice box to grant speech. Most Little girls don’t start walking or have full mobility for about fourteen days after arrival.”

I stare at him. It’s a lot to take in, even if it’s not real. I keep reminding myself that I’m most likely in a coma. I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me earlier. It’s the only logical explanation.

“Usually, we don’t fully claim our mates until after that two-week period.”

I shake my head. “This is my dream, though, not yours, so I want you to fuck… Sorry. I want you to make love to me before I go into surgery.”

He lifts a brow. “Your dream?”

I shrug. “I figure when I fainted, I actually never woke up. I’m in a coma, conjuring up all this madness. Maybe it’s my mind’s way of coping with death. Maybe I actually have a more serious brain tumor, but in my coma, I don’t know what to call it, so I just imagined a pituitary tumor. The real tumor is actually fatal, and I’m going to die, so before I die, I’m going to imagine a giant, sexy, alien man has come to me. He has a strange vampire poker in his mouth that makes me incredibly horny, and he’s going to fuck me clear into tomorrow so that I die knowing what it feels like to be truly fucked.” I don’t even care that I just referred to sex as fucking two more times.

Papi is frowning at me like he can’t quite figure out what to do with everything I just told him.

I reach over with one hand and pinch my arm hard, making myself yelp.

Papi grabs my hand and pulls it away from my opposite arm. “Why’d you do that?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of pinching yourself to see if you’re awake or asleep?”

“No.”

“Well, apparently it’s not true anyway because I still think I’m in a coma, and that pinch didn’t wake me up.”

“And you don’t think my spanking or the fact that I pinched your nipple several times would have worked just the same?”

I shrug. “Good point.” I glance down at my nipples. “Maybe you should try again.”

He chuckles. It’s refreshing after all the frowning. “Baby girl, you’re going to keep me on my toes for eternity, aren’t you?”

“If I’m still living. How long do you think a dream can last?” I suddenly feel a sense of urgency. I want Papi to make love to me before something disturbs my coma and I either wake up or die. I meet his gaze again. “Just in case I’m right, will you please f?—”

He puts his hand over my mouth, stopping me from speaking. “If you say fuck one more time, I will flip you back over and spank that sweet spot on your bottom until you can’t think of anything except my cock inside your wet cunt. And I certainly won’t give you what you crave. Understood?”

I nod. His hand is still over my mouth.

He lowers it. “Now, my imaginative Little girl, let me assure you that you are definitely not asleep or in a coma. You’re alive and well in my arms on the mothership. I have no doubt at all that Dankin will remove that tumor from your pituitary gland, and you will be completely healthy in no time. When he says you’re ready, we will travel to Eleadia and start our long lives together.”

“Okay, but just in case…”

He chuckles. “Okay, Baby girl. Just in case you’re right, I’ll make love to you, but only if you agree to take your bottle and go down for a nap afterward.”

I nod rapidly. “Agreed.”

“You will not complain when I diaper you either,” he adds.

I sigh, my shoulders drooping. “Fine.” I’ll agree to just about anything if he’ll have sex with me. I don’t really know what’s real or not anymore, but I don’t care. All I care about is prolonging this feeling inside me because it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life.

I glance around. “Do you have condoms?” Then I giggle. “Do people use condoms in their dreams?”

He slides his hands to my ass and rises, holding me by the butt.

I grab his shoulders again and hold on, loving the fact that my pussy is now pressing against his cock.

Papi opens a door and steps into an adjacent room that looks more like a bedroom than the nursery we’ve been in. He carries me directly to the biggest bed I’ve ever seen, lowers me onto my back at the edge of the bed, and plants his hands on either side of me.

My legs are wide around his thighs, but I’ve lost direct contact with his erection. My butt burns from his grip on my heated flesh.

“We don’t need condoms, Baby girl. Though human females are the most perfect match for Eleadian males in many ways, we are not compatible enough to procreate. My sperm will not join with your eggs.”

“Oh. You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay, then how about if you take your pants off and show me that giant cock again.”

He rolls his eyes. “My girl is so bossy and vulgar.”

I shrug. “Not really. Only when I’m dreaming.”

He laughs again. “You’re not dreaming, Clara. You’re alive and well in my arms. I will fully claim you because you want me to, and I can’t see how it will harm anything, but I don’t think you will continue to argue you are not awake after I’ve taken your pussy.”

I giggle. “I’m willing to accept that possibility,” I joke.

“One more thing.”

“What?”

“When Eleadian semen gets on their mate’s skin, it creates a frenzy of sexual need that drives their mate wild until it’s washed off. I don’t want you to go through that, so I will pull out and come elsewhere this time. Some of my essence will have still leaked out to coat your skin, but it won’t be as intense, and I will wash it off as fast as I can.”

It's my turn to frown. “You’re serious.”

“Very.”

I squirm closer to the edge of the bed, trying to get to his cock. “Okay, I’m willing to take my chances with your alien semen, big guy. Show me.”

Papi rolls his eyes before he rights himself, takes a small step back, and removes his pants. His cock is even bigger than I remember from a short time ago. I should be freaked out. I kind of am, but surely it won’t hurt in my dream. Then again, my ass is still on fire from him spanking me like a recalcitrant child. So maybe his cock will hurt. I’m willing to take my chances on that, too.