Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I drag my tongue through her folds before flicking it over her clit and then wrapping my mouth around her entire pussy. The moment I suck, she comes.
My girl cries out, her voice echoing around the room as I milk her cunt, swallowing her essence. It keeps coming, filling my mouth over and over. I’ve heard that human females can have intense orgasms that cause them to essentially squirt copious amounts of their nectar, but it doesn’t happen to all of them, and I’m rather surprised that my innocent girl is able to reach such a satisfying peak.
After kissing her all over her pussy dozens of times, I lick my lips and look up at her.
Her head lolls back and forth as she moans. Her body is limp, so I release her hands and thighs, letting them fall to the mattress.
“Oh god…” she whispers.
I smile. “That’s what you’ve been missing out on,” I tell her as I plant my hands on either side of her head and kiss her nose. I want to kiss her lips, but she’s too sated to respond, so I’ll wait.
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. If women experienced that every time, I would have heard about it.”
I chuckle. “Perhaps you’re right. I don’t think human men are capable of giving their wives and girlfriends that level of pleasure. For one thing, they don’t have a quill to inject their partner with the perfect aphrodisiac, but humans also don’t have the kind of bond Eleadians have with our mates.”
“Bond…” she murmurs, her brow furrowing. “You keep saying that.”
“Connection, Baby girl. The glue that binds us together. Fate provided that. We are both slaves to the chemical energy between us. We will be for centuries.”
Her frown deepens. “Centuries?”
“Yes. We live much longer on Eleadia than humans do on Earth. And you will, too. The air is cleaner. We eat healthier and live healthier lives. How old do you think I am?” I grin.
She shrugs. “Thirty?”
“One hundred thirty.”
She gasps. “No.”
“Yes. Our scientists project you and I will be together for hundreds of years.”
“Diapered?” Her voice pitches high.
I laugh. “Yes, Baby girl. Diapered.”
She pouts, her bottom lip pushing out. “That’s a dumb plan.”
“It’s a lifestyle, and one you will learn to accept because you have no other options.” I shove off the bed. “Now, you owe me a spanking for your insolence. Turn over on your tummy.”
Allisa grumbles as she pushes her limp body up and rolls onto her stomach.
“Rise onto your hands and knees for a minute, Baby girl.”
She looks sideways at me as she obeys, and I slide a thick pillow under her hips. While she’s still hovering above it, I grab another tool from the basket and hold it up.
“What is that, Papi?”
“It’s a chastity cup. I’m going to position it over your cunt and strap it to your waist and thighs to hold it in place. It will keep you from being able to masturbate against the pillow while I spank your naughty bottom. It will also collect your arousal as it drips into the cup below, preventing you from lying to Papi about how much you enjoy having your bottom swatted.”
Her blue eyes widen, but she doesn’t say a word as I reach between her legs to align the cup against her pussy. It’s a new device, recently developed by our scientists. I have one of the earliest versions. I already like it and believe it will come in handy when I don’t want my girl to play with her pussy or rub herself against the furniture.
She purrs softly as I fasten and adjust the straps, making sure the cup is tight and won’t budge.
“Relax over the pillow now, Baby girl.”
She’s trembling as she lowers her body into position. The base of the cup is flanged, the lip curling against her thighs, forcing her to keep her knees wide in order to be comfortable.
“Fold your arms under your cheek, Little one, and don’t move them. I don’t want you to reach back and get your hands in the way while I’m spanking you.”
She grumbles as she obeys me. She also parts her knees wider and pulls them up toward the pillow, probably to avoid pinching her inner thighs against the chastity cup.
I have to consciously steady myself as I palm my Little girl’s lower back. She’s beyond precious. I’m impressed by her ability to submit so deeply to me so quickly. It helps that she was clearly exploring her Little side before she came to the club. To a certain extent, she was even in her Little headspace—judging by her outfit and the fact that she was drinking a non-alcoholic girly drink.
Allisa submitted to me from the moment I approached her. She had already sucked my finger and obeyed my orders before she ever saw my face.