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Chapter Seven

Eden

Kiss … I’ve heard that word before, but I didn’t know what it meant. I feel like I’m floating out of my body. I don’t understand what’s happening to me or what I’m experiencing. I’m warm, and I can’t stay still. Restless. I keep squeezing my legs together. There’s an odd pressure between them. My breasts feel heavy.

“Do it again,” I whisper. I don’t know who I am. Did I just ask this man to kiss me again? I want to feel his lips on me. I liked how he kissed my forehead and then my neck, but it felt even better when he kissed my mouth. Do people do that?

Papi smiles at me before lowering his mouth to mine again. He makes that same sound with his lips, like he’s smacking them together. He’s…tasting me. He moves his mouth all around mine and then flicks his tongue out to lick my lips in different places.

I don’t react. I’m focused on the feel of him. I think I like it. It’s odd. Do people put their mouths on other people’s? I realize I saw the driver of the van do it to the woman he was with. He kissed her several times. He even put his tongue inside her mouth. They both liked it.

“Open your mouth for me, Baby girl,” Papi murmurs.

I part my lips, curious and unnerved when he dips his tongue into my mouth. He strokes my tongue with his, and I find myself responding, joining him, tasting him. It’s so strange, but I definitely like it. I feel close to him.

He’s smiling when he pulls back. “You’re so sweet, Baby girl. What do you think of kissing?”

I shrug, embarrassed, my face heating.

His hands come back to my buttons, and he finishes opening my blouse. When he parts the two sides, he sighs and then chuckles. “Somehow I knew I was going to reveal nothing by removing this blouse. How many layers are you wearing under here, Baby girl?”

I clench the front of my shifts. “You can’t…” I’m panting. I want him to take this off me. My body is burning up with the need to get these clothes off. It’s madness. I don’t get it.

Papi tugs on the end of my sleeve, dislodging my hand to pull my blouse off my arm.

I shudder as he does the same to the other side, leaving me in a thin long-sleeved shift over a short-sleeved one. He can see my arms through the material. It’s more revealing than my blouse.

After removing my other sleeve, he guides me onto my side. I don’t understand why until his hand comes to the button and zipper at the back of my skirt.

I try to dislodge myself from his grip, but he has one hand on my hip, holding me firmly. There’s no way to stop him. A moment later, he rolls me onto my back and quickly tugs my skirt, freeing it from me entirely and tossing it on the floor.

I’m panting as he removes my shoes and then my socks, leaving me in the two layers of shifts. I’m still mostly covered, but part of me no longer wants to be. I stare at him with wide eyes.

He sets his hands on my hips and slides them upward until he’s gripping my torso.

I have my arms pulled together over my chest, my hands clasped between my breasts, but his hands are so much larger than mine. He’s able to span my entire torso. His fingers stroke my back, and his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts.

I can’t breathe. I’ve never felt anything like this. My vision blurs as my body responds to his touch. What’s happening to me? “Papi…”

“I’m going to take the rest of these layers off, Baby girl. You won’t hide from Papi. Not ever.”

I’m trembling. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, Little one. I promise you’ll get used to it. It won’t seem so strange after a while.”

I lick my lips. “It’s just for the bath, right? Then you’ll put my clothes back on?”

He draws in a breath. “No, Little one. You’ll never wear anything like this again. It’s not our custom.”

My lip trembles. “What will I wear?”

He gently circles my wrists and lifts them over my head, clasping them together with one of his hands. The position makes me feel exposed and vulnerable. My nipples harden as I squirm, causing them to rub against my shift.

Papi lowers his mouth to one of my covered breasts and kisses the tip.

I arch and writhe. It feels so good. How would it feel if I weren’t wearing anything? He hasn’t answered my question, though, and I need to know, so I ask again. “Papi, what do women wear on your planet?” I can’t believe I’m asking such a question. Am I seriously going to leave this planet?

“They wear a soft material around their bottoms, Little one, and rings through their nipples with dangling stones. I think you will look so very pretty with blue moroxite stones. They will match your eyes and bring out the color.”

I stop breathing and purse my lips. I have no idea what he’s saying. None of it makes any sense.

Papi nuzzles between my breasts, making it hard to think. He’s able to so easily distract me. “One thing at a time, Baby girl. Focus on my eyes.”

I find myself meeting his gaze. It’s hard to disobey him. I’m not wired to be disobedient to anyone, especially not men, but the pull I feel toward Papi is different from anything I’ve experienced before.

Holding my wrists with one hand, he uses the other to grab onto the material of my shifts and pull all of it up my body.

I don’t have time to protest or react before every stitch of fabric is swept over my head and disappears. I gasp and tug at my hands. “No. Please. No. Papi…” I can’t breathe. My vision blurs.

Papi cups my face. “Eyes on mine, Baby girl.”

I squeeze my eyes closed and shake my head. I’ve never defied a man like this before, but I’m so mortified, and I can’t look at his face.

“Eden…” There’s a warning tone in his voice. “Look at Papi. Do I need to spank your naughty bottom already, Baby girl?”

All the air leaves my lungs as I force myself to meet his gaze. My bottom lip quivers. “Please don’t spank me, Papi.”

He smiles. “There’s my good girl.”

I’m scared out of my mind. My body is doing strange things.

“Take a breath, Eden,” Papi orders.

I try, inhaling shakily.

“Good girl.”

I like it when he calls me his good girl. It makes my body tingle.

He lowers his gaze slowly to my naked body. “You’re so beautiful, Little one. You have no idea how pretty you are.”

My nipples harden. I’m mortified.

Papi lowers his head that direction and plants a kiss on the tip of one breast, making me cry out. “So pretty.” He flicks his tongue over the hard bud and then shocks me by drawing it into his mouth, sucking.

“Papi!” I cry. What’s he doing? I know babies nurse from their mother’s nipples, but men don’t suck them.

He releases my nipple with a pop and switches to the other.

I’m spiraling. Falling downward. My body is reacting to every touch in ways that make me crave things I’ve never felt. I grip my knees together and draw my legs up. Something tingles between them. My private parts are pulsing and…wet.

I yelp when Papi pierces my swollen nipple with his quill.

He lifts his head. “That feels good, doesn’t it, Baby girl?”

I shake my head. “No. It- It- It- hurts.” It’s throbbing now, but in a good way. My nipple feels warm and… I want him to do it again. Prick my skin again.

He chuckles. “You’ll learn to crave my quill, Little one.”

I already do. I can’t tell him that.

Suddenly, he releases my hands and stands. “Leave your hands where they are, Eden,” he orders.

I don’t dare disobey him. He already threatened to spank me.

I watch with wide eyes as he removes his tie and then his shirt. I’m mesmerized and scared. Why is he taking his clothes off?

Papi drops his clothes one item at a time on the bed next to me. He kicks off his shoes next, while I stare at his chest. I’ve rarely seen a man’s chest. Boys sometimes, but not men. And Papi is huge. Two times bigger than the elders in my compound.

I’m grateful that he stops before removing his pants. I don’t know much about the male body, but I don’t want to know either.

Papi bends down, scoops me up, and cradles me against him.

For a moment, I squirm, feeling extremely awkward with his skin touching mine, but he rolls me closer so that my breasts are pressed against his chest.

Papi inhales deeply, smiling. “That feels so good. I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I first saw you.”

I don’t know why he would want to press our naked chests together, but it does feel good. I’m internally panicking from my nudity, but I’m also aware that his touch calms me. The two forces are at war. Neither is winning.

He carries me back into the living room and across to the kitchen area. When I glance toward the windows, I scream. “The windows, Papi!”

He rubs his nose against mine. “No one can see in them, Baby girl. We can only see out.”

“Are you sure?” My voice squeaks.

“Yes, Little one. Positive.”

Just in case, I curl into him, trying to cover myself, but my butt is exposed. I clench my cheeks together.

I hear water running, but I don’t look. My face is buried in Papi’s chest. I like the scent of him. I keep breathing it in. It’s calming me the same as our touch and his quill.

After a few minutes, he says, “I’m going to lower you into the basin now, Baby girl.”

I jerk my head around to see what he’s talking about and find there is indeed a huge basin filling with water right in front of us. It’s at the level of the counter, which is way higher than any counter I’ve ever seen. It’s at a height for someone as tall as Papi.

“Why do you have a giant sink?”

He eases me forward and lowers me into the water. “It’s for giving you a bath, Little one.”

“Why can’t I just use the tub in the bathroom?” I sigh as my body submerges. The water feels so good. My hair floats all around me. We hadn’t put it up. It’s too late now.

Papi eases me back so that most of me is submerged. He gathers my hair to one side. “We don’t have bathrooms like you’re used to on Earth, Little one. I will always wash you in a basin in the kitchen.”

“Where will I, uh…”

He smiles and taps my nose. “Pee and poop?”

My face heats. He’s so blunt. People do not talk about such things out loud. “Yes,” I mutter.

“I told you about the soft material I will wrap around your bottom, remember?”

He mentioned something, but it made no sense. I frown. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll evacuate when you need to into the wrap, Baby girl. I’ll change you.”

I stiffen. “A diaper?”

He lifts one of my hands and pricks my finger. Darn him. “Yes, Baby girl.”

Tears gather in my eyes and run down my cheeks. “I don’t wear diapers, Papi. Only babies wear diapers.”

“I know that’s true for humans, but on Eleadia, all of our females wear diapers. It’s part of how I will care for you. I will do everything for you, Eden, including changing you when you fill your diaper.”

I scramble to sit up, but he stops me with a palm between my breasts. I shake my head. “No. I can’t do that.” I’ve never been so defiant before. This isn’t the first time I’ve defied him either. I keep telling him no , and that’s a word that’s not tolerated from women.

“You’ll adapt, Little one. Every female does.”

I try to remember what else he said at that same time. I stopped hearing him when he mentioned some kind of piercings. Now I’m nervous. “What else will I wear, Papi?”

“Nothing, Little one.” His voice is soft but firm. “Our weather is perfect. We don’t cover our Little girls.”

“I’m not little,” I argue, though I guess I am, compared to him.

“It’s our custom, Baby girl. I will only wear loose comfortable pants, too.”

I instinctively cover my breasts with both hands, shuddering at the thought.

He releases my chest to circle my wrists again. “We don’t let our Little girls play with their nipples, Eden. It’s a rule. I know it feels good to stroke them. You probably enjoy pinching them and tugging on them, but you won’t do so anymore. Your pleasure will come from Papi. I’ll decide when to give you the release you crave. Do you understand?”

No. I don’t. I blink. I’m lost. When I try to bring my hands back to my chest, Papi takes one over to the edge of the basin and wraps something around my wrist, securing it.

I tug and whimper as he does the same to the other wrist. “Papi…” My heart is racing. I’m scared and, and, and I don’t know what else. Hot? Something is wrong with me. It’s not something I can describe.

Papi cups my breasts and then pinches my nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

I arch and buck, my entire body coming alive in a way I can’t explain. Water sloshes out of the basin, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Have you never played with your nipples before, Little one?”

I shake my head, moaning. I can’t focus.

“And your husband didn’t either?”

“No. Papi, what…?” My husband? He never touched me. He certainly didn’t play with my nipples. I didn’t know it was a thing or that it would feel good. I’m coming unglued.

When Papi stops and releases my swollen buds, I whimper and squirm. “Papi…” I need something. What do I need?

He kisses me gently on the lips. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Little one?”

“A what?”

He sighs. “Have you ever played with your pussy, rubbing it until it felt so good you exploded?”

My face is on fire. I’m not sure what he means, but I’m also not sure I want to know. Still, I ask. “Pussy?”

His face is tight as though he’s angry about my ignorance and questions.

I turn my head to the side, embarrassed.

He cups my face and brings it back to center. “I’m not mad at you, Little one. It’s not your fault. I’m furious with your husband. You were married five years, and he never gave you an orgasm?”

“I- I- I- I don’t know.” I don’t know what an orgasm is. Or a pussy.

Papi sets his hands on my knees and presses them wide, opening up my most private parts. I’m so mortified I can’t process words. My mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. And then my eyes roll back, and I stop breathing.

Papi slides his hands down my inner thighs and touches me where no one has ever touched me. “This is your pussy, Baby girl. Did your husband not stroke it with his fingers until you fell apart?”

I shake my head wildly. My hair is tangling all around me. My hands are restrained now, so I can’t gather it. And I’m feeling things I do not grasp.

Papi releases my legs, and I immediately close them, gasping for air.

He tucks a hand behind me and helps me lean forward. “I’m going to pour water over your hair, Little one, so I can wash it.” His voice is so very gentle. “After that, I’m going to wash your body and show you what an orgasm is.”

My breath hitches, and I shiver. I’m not sure I like this plan, but I’m also very curious. I close my eyes as Papi massages soap into my scalp. It feels so good. “Can you release my hands, Papi?”

“When I’m done, Little one. You’re going to squirm nearly out of the basin when I stroke your pussy. I don’t want you to be unsafe. Plus, you might find you like it when Papi restrains you. A lot of Little girls enjoy being strapped down.”

“I don’t,” I insist.

He chuckles. “Your scent suggests otherwise, Baby girl. I can smell your arousal. It’s filling the entire apartment. It increased as soon as I cuffed your wrists.”

“You can smell me?”

“Yes. I have a heightened sense of smell, Eden, but you’ll notice yours will get more pronounced over time, too. You’ll know when I’m approaching you. Your body will respond automatically, preparing for my touch.”

I say nothing. Half of what he tells me sounds like a foreign language.

Papi rinses my hair before he grabs a washcloth and pours some soap on it. The water is making my skin tingle. It feels softer than any water I’ve ever touched. If that’s possible. “The water…”

“We bring it from Eleadia, Little one. It’s cleaner and purer than water on Earth. It will make you feel better. It tastes better, too, and it will be good for your digestive tract.”

He washes my back, my arms, my legs, and finally my chest. When he lingers on my breasts, my breath hitches. “Papi…” It’s like I’m pleading with him over and over, but I don’t know if I want him to stop or continue.

“I know it feels good, Baby girl. My touch will always feel good. You’re already learning to crave it.”

He’s right. He gives my breasts another swipe before sliding the cloth down between my legs. “Open for me, Eden,” he orders.

I whimper. “Papi…” I look at him. This is so forbidden. I can’t stop thinking about my sins and how God will judge me. But were the elders lying to me? “Pleasure is a sin.”

“No, it’s not, Baby girl. I don’t know much about deities or sins, but I can tell you if there is a higher power in the universe, it absolutely would condone pleasure. You will experience great pleasure with me every day of your life, Eden. You will learn to let go of the lies you were told.”

I don’t know if he’s right, but I do know that his touch sets me on fire and makes me crave more.

“Spread your legs, Eden. Open for Papi. Let me show you what it will feel like to be loved by me.”

I obey him, parting my thighs. It’s like I’m under a spell he’s cast over me, and I can’t stop myself from trusting him and doing as he says.

“Good girl.” He strokes over my private parts with the cloth but then drops it and touches me with his fingers.

I clamp my knees around his arm.

He ignores my disobedience and cups my chin, holding my gaze while he touches a tiny part of me that sends shock waves through my body. I’ve never been aware of that bundle of nerves before. It’s like it wasn’t even there before today.

I grip his arm harder, but he doesn’t complain. He smiles. “Let it feel good, Eden. Don’t fight it. Let your body accept my touch. I want you to come apart for me.”

I’m panting. I don’t know what he means, but something is happening. I’m climbing a mountain. It’s so steep, but I’m racing to the top.

“You’re so gorgeous, Eden. Let it go. Don’t fight it,” he tells me again. “Let it feel good. Come for me, Baby girl. Come on Papi’s fingers.”

I tip my head back as my vision blurs. I can’t see him any longer. I’m shaking on the edge of something. I grip the sides of the basin with my restrained hands. My entire body stiffens, and I hover somewhere I never want to leave for long seconds before I suddenly explode. My private parts pulse and throb against Papi’s fingers.

The strange nub he’s touching grows sensitive, and Papi eases away from it. He kisses me even though I can’t return the gesture. “You are perfection, Eden. My perfect Little girl.”