Page 21 of His Little Morganite

My tummy dips. His words are infuriating and make me so damn horny at the same time. His dominance is intoxicating.

He bends my legs and pushes my knees wide, so very wide. “That’s my good girl. Hold still.”

I don’t simply hold still. I hold my breath and watch with wide eyes as he opens a tube of something, squeezes a large amount of ointment on his finger, and then rubs it into my folds. He even pushes my knees back to coat my rectum.

I’m panting. My face is a thousand degrees. He’s so methodical about everything. I’ve never been this exposed to a man in my life. I’ve dated. I’ve had a few boyfriends that lasted several months. I’ve been naked, had sex, and even slept over with two of them sometimes. None of them so boldly spread me open and exposed me.

None of them could have scented how aroused I was either.

Papi sets his enormous palms on my inner thighs. “Good girl. It needs to stay on your skin for a few minutes.”

“And it prevents the hair from growing?”

“Yep. Your pussy will be bare for the rest of your life. No more shaving or waxing. If I had to shave your pretty folds every day, I think I’d have a heart attack worrying about cutting you.” He smiles. His words are baffling.

He’s so overbearing. As if it’s a given thathewould be the one to shave me. As if I couldn’t do it myself. I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be permitted to do anything myself.

Finally, he gently removes the cream and probably gobs of my arousal with it. He even leans over my folds and moves them back and forth as if he can somehow ensure he did a good job.

I gasp when he closes the distance and kisses my pussy reverently. Afterward, he plants his hands on either side of my head and meets my gaze again. “You’re not going to like this next part, my feisty Little girl, but you’re going to have to learn to accept all the parts of my world.”

I inhale sharply as my body trembles. What now?

“We don’t have bathrooms on Eleadia, Baby girl. Not like the ones you’re used to on Earth. We wash our Little girls in a basin in the kitchen and use wet cloths to clean sticky mouths and hands.”

I stare at him, blinking. “No bathrooms?”

He shakes his head. “No bathrooms. No clothes either. The only thing Papi will wear is loose pants. The only thing Little girls wear is soft absorbent material around their bottoms.”

My ears are ringing. What the hell? I start shaking my head and draw my knees together and up toward my chest.

“You’ll get used to it, Baby girl. I promise. When I say that Papis take care of their Little girls in every way, I mean that. I will feed you, clean you, and change you when you wet yourself.”

I’m so stunned all I can do is shake my head over and over. He can’t be serious.

He rises, lifts my ankles again, and slides something under me.

Not something. A diaper. It’s not like any crinkly diaper I’ve ever seen. It’s made of cloth and very soft, but that doesn’t make me any less panicked.

I’m too stunned to fight him as he presses my knees wide and pulls the material up over my pussy. It’s not until he fastens the sides that I twist around onto my stomach and crawl across the bed as fast as I can.

I’m not fast enough, though. Papi snags me by the ankle and drags me back toward him on my tummy. He leans his body over me, smothering me. His lips come to my neck where he kisses and licks.

When I realize he’s about to pierce me, I jerk my head to the side away from his mouth. I manage to roll onto my back, hoping to keep rolling until I reach the edge of the bed. If I fall off, though, I’ll probably get injured.

Papi is too fast and too strong for me. He easily grabs my wrists and holds them down above my head. He’s not even winded.

I try to knee him, but he climbs onto the bed, straddles me, and hovers above me. My legs are flailing around behind his enormous body to no avail.

I start to cry again. “It’s not fair.”

“I know, Baby girl. It really isn’t fair. It’s just life. I hate that you’re hurting right now. I know it’s a lot to absorb, and I’m throwing everything at you at once. You’re upset. You’re scared. I understand.”

I shake my head, tears running down my cheeks. “You don’t. You don’t understand. Women don’t wear diapers, Papi. It’s not a thing. I can’t do it. You have to let me have this one thing. You can baby me in everything else if you want, but not this.” I’m sobbing, gasping around every word, so mad I want to scream.

He’s so damn huge, and he seems even larger on top of me. He’s hovering on his knees; otherwise, he would crush me in half if he put his weight on my stomach or hips. And even though he’s holding my wrists down, I’m certain he’s applying not one tenth the pressure he could if he needed to.

“I won’t do it,” I shout at him. “I won’t use a diaper. I’ll just hold it in until I die from a bladder infection. It’s happened, you know. I read a woman held her pee for so long she died.”