Papi finally sucks my nipple into his mouth so hard that I arch my chest off the mattress. He holds it for long seconds while the pain grows. And then he pierces it deeply with his quill.
I cry out at the pain, panting as he releases it to lap at the offended bud.
When he looks at me again, there’s even more laughter in his eyes. “That wastoohard now, wasn’t it? I bet I need to even them out? This could go on all night.”
I shake my head and do something I don’t remember doing before tonight. I giggle.
His mouth comes to mine again, and he kisses me deeper, trailing his tongue along the seam of my lips.
I open for him, letting him inside. I’ve seen people kiss passionately like this, but I’ve never experienced it, nor did I ever expect it to happen to me.
When he finally breaks the connection, I think he’s breathing heavier than I am. “You are perfection, Janelle. I’m going to worship you for the rest of our days.”
“Okay.” I can’t help but agree. I’m certain he releases something into me when he pokes me with that needle thingy. It’s not always the same thing. I know that last one has made me crave more of him.
His expression grows serious—his brows drawing together as his lips level out. “I’m still going to spank your naughty bottom, Janelle. Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate with me?”
“Yes, Papi.” I will. I don’t want to be naughty. I want him to smile at me again.
He releases me. “Turn over, Little one. Hands and knees.”
I shudder as I get onto all fours. I can’t believe I’m naked with a man I just met, and I’m about to let him spank me. When I glance down at my body, I’m embarrassed. I’m not pretty like other girls. My boobs are tiny. I’m too skinny. My hair is thin and stringy. I haven’t washed it in a few days—the last time I stayed at a shelter.
Papi sticks a pillow under my tummy again. “Bottom in the air; chest on the bed.”
I lower my cheek to the mattress, but this time I face him.
“Good girl. Spread your knees. When I spank you, you’ll feel the vibrations in your pussy. You may not touch yourself or rub against anything.”
“I don’t think I like that part,” I whimper.
He chuckles. “I don’t expect you will, Baby girl. I bet your pussy is throbbing with the need to be touched. I’ll touch it later but not during your punishment.”
“Okay,” I murmur. I vow not to get into trouble again because I want him to touch me down there instead of spanking me. I think my mother was wrong.
Chapter Five
Tekfan
There is no being in the universe as precious as my Little girl. I know most of the reason she’s being so compliant is because I’ve pricked her skin so many times that she’s swaying with need. I’ve injected her with both a calming serum and an aphrodisiac. I’ve lost count of how many times.
I don’t think most Papis pierce their Little girls this often when they first meet. I can’t help myself. She craves it. She nearly begs me to prick her. Her scent fills the apartment with lust and need, but it’s also tinged with uncertainty and nerves.
I’m betting my girl had never been touched. I suspect she hadn’t even been kissed. She startled when I set my lips on hers. It would seem her mother was a very sad person who didn’t enjoy life and inadvertently caused her daughter to be unhappy and unfulfilled, too.
How could Janelle have ever had healthy relationships with men if her mother repeatedly told her men were bad and would never treat her right?
She’s in for an awakening. Eleadian men as a whole do not mistreat our females. I would never dream of even lifting my voice at her. I would never lie to her or withhold my love. It’s a foreign concept. She will be so happy with me, and she will eventually know deep in her heart that I will never let her down.
My cock is so hard. I never imagined what it would be like. This is the first female I’ve ever been this close to in my life. I don’t think she realizes that. She has at least seen human males and brushed against them.
My experience with females extends mostly to the past few weeks waiting for my Little girl to come to Club Zoom. I’ve spoken to the Little girls who are mated to my friends back home, but I don’t touch them.
Granted, many females have rubbed against me since I arrived here, but none of them elicited even the tiniest response from my cock. Until Janelle stepped into the club.
“Give me your hands, Little one.”
She reaches behind her back without argument and doesn’t fight me as I clasp her wrists with one hand.
