Page 14 of His Little Hessonite

“Spread your legs, Baby girl. You may not clamp them together. I want your pussy open. I want to see it and smell your scent.”

I whimper. His words are odd and so dominant. I part my thighs for him, though. It’s hard to disobey him. Following his orders comes naturally, which is strange since I’ve never followed anyone’s orders before.

“Good girl.” He puts more soap on the washcloth and lifts first one foot and then the other, bathing every inch of me. I hold my breath when he slides the cloth up between my legs and can’t keep from moaning when he drags the soft material over my folds.

Papi drops the cloth and switches to stroking my sex with his fingers. “So soft…” he murmurs.

I’m panting. My gaze is on where his giant arm is between my legs. It’s mesmerizing watching him touch me. When he slides his hand lower and strokes over my forbidden hole, I clench my thighs around his hands. “Papi…”

“You will have no secrets from me, Clara. Relax your legs and your pretty bottom. Let me wash inside you.”

I shake my head and clamp down harder. “Not there, Papi,” I beg.

“Yes, Baby girl, even inside your bottom. I will stroke inside your tight little rosebud often, Little one. You will learn to enjoy my touch.”

I stiffen. In my bottom? “No,” I whimper.

“Yes, Little one,” he says firmly as he pushes his finger inside my tight rectum.

I shake my head even though I do nothing to stop him. He’s too large and strong for me to avoid whatever he wants to do to me anyway, but even my verbal argument has grown weak. “Papi…”

He eases his finger deeper and presses his thumb against my clit.

I grab the sides of the basin and lift my butt right off the bottom. I’m bombarded with unusual sensations. This shouldn’t feel good. I should tell him to stop. My eyes roll back as he reaches deeper and strokes my clit at the same time.

When he pushes another finger into my vagina, I cry out. My entire body clenches as an unexpected orgasm consumes me.

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 pantingfrom 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?”