I’m quick to rub in the ointment. As much as I want to linger, now is not the time. I’m fully aware that with every stroke of myfinger her arousal rises. When I finish, I clean my fingers on a cloth. “Don’t move, Baby girl.”
She squirms. “My bottom hurts, Papi.”
“It’s supposed to, Little one. Next time Papi tells you to do something, maybe you’ll obey me.”
“What if I don’t?” Her voice isn’t taunting. She’s asking a serious question.
I tap her nose. “That depends. I’ll try spanking you the next time you’re naughty, but I suspect it’s not going to be an effective deterrent.”
“Why not?” She’s so inquisitive.
“Because you enjoyed it. If it turns out you like how it feels for Papi to spank you, I’ll need to find other ways to punish you.”
She pushes her bottom lip out, which nearly brings me to my knees. I’m not quite sure what her little pout is about. It’s possible she’s upset by the thought that I might not spank her again.
I bend and kiss her pouty lips. “Don’t you worry. If you like having your bottom spanked, you can just ask Papi to spank you any time. If you ask for a good-girl spanking, I’ll even let you come afterward.”
Her eyes go wide. “I might like that.”
“I’m certain you will, Little one.” I grab the wipes from the nightstand and gently remove her hair. Her naked pussy takes my breath away. She was pretty with the hair, too, but I’m struggling to keep my erection from popping out of my pants now that I’m staring at her bald folds.
I’m teasing her, too. I can’t help myself. I stroke a finger up and down her labia before parting them. That’s probably a mistake because her potent pheromones fill my nose. Copious wetness is gathered at her entrance.
I couldn’t satisfy my cock right now if I wanted to. She’s so tiny. I would injure her. She’s going to need a lot of attention and stretching before I’ll be able to enter her with my dick.
She arches her hips off the bed. “Papi…”
I remove my hand. “It’s time to give you a bath, Little one.” That step is necessary. I want to wash her in our clean water before I move her to the mothership.
She pushes to her elbows. “A bath? I haven’t had a bath in a long time.”
I frown.
“I don’t mean that I haven’t bathed. I take showers every few nights when I can get a spot in a shelter.”
“A shelter?”
She bites her lip and stares at me.
I know my brow is furrowed in confusion. I’m not certain what a shelter is. Not in this context. Her words don’t compute.
She releases her lip and draws in a deep breath as she sits upright. “I’m homeless.”
Homeless… Oh… I have heard of that. “You don’t have a house?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I haven’t for a long time. I couldn’t afford one. They call us unhoused when they want to be politically correct. I guess it sounds kinder. It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a place to sleep of my own.”
I scoop her off the bed and cradle her against me. “You will never be unhoused again, Little one. You will always have a soft bed to sleep in when we get to Eleadia.”
She snuggles into me and smiles. “I like that idea.”
I carry her into the kitchen and turn the water on over the basin.
“That’s a huge sink,” she muses.
“It’s a basin. Every home in Eleadia has one. It’s for bathing Little girls.” I nuzzle her nose, making her giggle.
She twists to look at the rising water. “You’re going to put me in that giant sink?”
