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)
“Sit still, Baby girl,” he commands.
My breath hitches. I didn’t realize I was squirming.
He inhales deeply near my ear. “I can smell your pussy creaming for me, Little one. It’s the most delightful scent in the universe.”
My face heats at his crude words. He can smell my arousal?
He slides his fingers between my thighs and lightly grips my pale skin. “Spread your knees, Baby girl,” he whispers. Every word is a demand.
I’m shaking as I part my thighs a few inches, opening myself. I’m ten times more aroused, both from my obedience and this new position.
Is anyone watching us? What are they thinking? We must look like we’re about to fuck on this stool.
I don’t give a single fuck what anyone is thinking. This giant of a man is paying attention to me, not them. Me. The only woman in the room who looks absurdly childish. The one in a tiny pink dress and a ponytail. The one who was drinking a Shirley Temple.
“What’s your name, Baby girl?”
“Allisa,” I murmur.
“Allisa… What a pretty name.”
“And your name is Papi?” I ask.
He chuckles, his warm breath hitting my neck, making all the hairs stand on end. “No, Little one. Papi is an endearment Little girls use on Eleadia. It’s what you’ll call me. My name is Crogor.”
“Crogor…” I try it out. It’s an odd name.
“Papi,” he corrects.
I giggle. Is he actually laying claim to me? The idea terrifies and thrills me at the same time.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. It could be Kate or Mary. It could be Bradley. It makes me flinch.
Papi releases my thigh and surprises me by sliding his hand into the pocket of my dress. He grabs the phone, removes it, and puts it in the pocket of his suit jacket.
“Papi…” I murmur.
“We’ll address your phone later, Baby girl. Right now, your focus is on me.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Yes, Sir, or yes, Papi.”
I swallow. He’s so intense. It’s almost scary. “Yes, Sir,” I mumble.
“That’s my good girl. So polite.”
My body shivers. His words slay me.
He plants his huge hand on my tummy next, flattening my dress so that the hem rises almost too far, so close to exposing my panties.
Instinctively, I grip my knees together.
“Allisa…” he warns in a deeper voice. “What did I say about your thighs, naughty girl?”
I gasp. I’m shaking violently now. His thumb grazes the underside of my breast, making my head spin. “Papi…” I whine.
His lips come directly to my ear. He nips the lobe before saying. “Do you want me to spank you?”
My body goes rigid. I shake my head. “No, Sir.” Except I’m lying. Some part of me does want him to spank me. I crave it like a drug. I’ve been curious about having my bottom swatted for weeks.
Papi chuckles sardonically. “Your cream is so potent every inhale is making my cock harder for you, Baby girl.” He deliberately teases my breast again with his thumb. “Has anyone ever spanked your naughty bottom before?”
“No, Sir,” I whimper.
“Ah, so you’re curious.”
I don’t answer.
“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you, Allisa?”
“Probably, Sir,” I answer truthfully for some odd reason. If my naughty behavior will earn me a spanking, then yes, I will most likely misbehave.
He nibbles on my ear again. “I’ll spank you when we get upstairs, but I’m going to swat your pussy instead of your bottom if you don’t open those knees, naughty girl.”
Another gasp escapes my lips as I yank my legs open.
This is so intense. I’ve blocked out the rest of the room. The dull noise around me is far away as if I’m underwater. Just me and Papi.
“Good girl. Would you like another cherry? We don’t have them on Eleadia, so this is your last chance to eat them.”
“You don’t have cherries?” That’s kind of depressing.
“We don’t have any of the foods you have here, Baby girl.”
“Oh.” I’m shocked. I shouldn’t be. It’s another planet far away. I shouldn’t be surprised they don’t have hamburgers and pizza. But I’m kind of sad.
Papi moves his hand from my tummy to the cherries. He picks up another and brings it to my lips. “Lick it, Baby girl.”
I reach out with my tongue and flick the sweet juice.
“Mmm. You are precious.” He lets me have the treat, his fingers lingering for a moment between my lips before he releases it. “Chew slowly. Savor it, Little one. It will be a very long time before you eat solid foods after this.”
I take my time, memorizing the flavor. After I swallow, I ask, “Why won’t I eat solid foods, Papi?”
“We’re very careful about introducing our foods to human females. We don’t want to risk an allergic reaction.”
“What will I eat?” I can’t believe we’re having this conversation as if it’s a forgone conclusion that I’m going with him. The thought makes me tingle all over. I want him to take me away. I want it so badly that it’s hard to mourn what I’ll be losing.