He’s still sucking my nipple, and he keeps flicking his tongue over it.
The room is spinning. I tip my head back and arch my chest toward him. I can’t stop the fact that I like this feeling, and I want more. I don’t understand it at all, but it’s happening to me anyway.
There’s a tingling between my legs again. I squeeze my knees together. It doesn’t help, but I need the pressure.
Papi releases my nipple and sets his hands on my thighs. “Ready for another rule, Little girl?”
I can’t even respond. All I can do is stare at him and breathe heavily.
He pushes my knees open. “For the same reason you may not play with your nipples, you also may not press your thighs together. I want them open all the time.”
I shudder violently. His weird rule makes the flutters double and move to my sex. What is he even talking about? Most of the time, the specifics about his rules don’t matter. What matters is the tone he uses every time he makes another odd demand. His commanding voice causes prickles to climb up my spine.
He holds my thighs wide and lets his hands slide down the inside.
I resist, moaning uncontrollably as his hands get closer to my private parts. He’d touched me there earlier while he was removing my hair. It had felt confusing and so good at the same time.
Suddenly, he lifts one of my ankles out of the water, and I’m shocked to watch as he secures it outside the basin to the same spot as my wrist. I think I might expire when he’s done with the second one.
I’m so exposed. It’s embarrassing, but that’s not the most important sensation. It’s overshadowed by the pulsing need between my legs.
Papi brings his lips to my neck and kisses a path to my ear. “Your heart is racing, Little one. Do you know why?”
I shake my head.
“Because you’re so aroused. You need Papi to touch your pussy and give you some relief, don’t you, Baby girl?”
My head rolls back as though it’s not connected to my body. It’s not taking orders from me. No part of me is responding to messages firing from my brain. Certainly not my mouth. I’m speechless.
He leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to my chest, and I find myself writhing as I silently beg him to suck my nipples again. I love how it feels when he does that. I don’t even care that it’s probably all because he keeps pricking me.
He sucks one nipple into his mouth and then switches. He does this over and over until I buck my bottom right off the basin and cry out in frustration.
I’m panting as he meets my gaze. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Baby girl?”
“So good,” I admit shamelessly. I don’t want him to stop. My mother’s voice threatens to admonish me, but I push it away. She was wrong.
He cups my breasts with both hands and gently strokes my nipples. His gaze is on mine. “With every passing day, this frenzy you’re feeling will grow as our bond grows. We’re Fated mates, Little one. You won’t be able to control the need you feel. It won’t stop. It won’t be ignored or denied.”
I think I actually understand what he’s trying to tell me.
He keeps up the soft movements of his thumbs. “When I’m not touching you, you’ll wish I was. You’ll begin to feel a constant desire to experience pleasure, and that will include wanting todo it to yourself. You’ll learn to leave your nipples alone because if you don’t, I will discipline you. Little girls are not permitted to decide when they are pleasured. Papis decides that.”
I’m panting so heavily it seems loud.
He tweaks my nipples and then lowers his hands until one of them rests on my tummy and the other reaches between my legs. “The same is true for your pussy. No touching.” He punctuates his order with a stroke over my sex.
I cry out and buck against him fruitlessly. Nothing in my life has ever felt so good.
His fingers find a spot I didn’t know existed, and he circles it several times before flicking it over and over.
My eyes roll back. My jaw drops open. All of the blood in my body rushes to that one spot. I think it’s my clitoris. I heard other girls whisper about it. I wasn’t even sure where it was located. But now I know.
His voice is so calm as he continues. “It will be easier for you to keep your naughty fingers away from your pussy because of your diaper. But your little titties will always be exposed. They will tingle with need, and that will increase significantly after I get them pierced. The sway and weight of the gemstones will keep you constantly aware of them and aroused. The piercings will also help remind you to be a good girl and obey your Papi.”
I’m surely dreaming this. It can’t be real. There is no such thing as giant alien men who come to Earth, pick a woman, and take her back to his planet to torment her with promises of pleasure.
“When you’re diapered, you won’t be able to close your legs together. When you’re not, I expect you to keep your knees wide. If you don’t remember, I will remind you with a swat to your pussy.”
