Page 18 of His Little Hessonite

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 evenwantedanyone to fuck me.