I tip my head back. “They told me it will linger, though, because you won’t be able to get all of it out of me.”
“Also true.”
I feel exceptionally naughty for some reason, so I say, “They told me after we’ve had sex, you’ll expect me to suck your shaft as deep as I can and swallow your come several times a day.”
His eyes bug out, and his jaw drops. His expression is priceless.
“I’m just kidding, Papi. They didn’t say anything about blowjobs, but can I? Can I suck your cock sometimes?”
He grabs the back of my neck and leans toward me. “I’m going to let you cuss when we’re about to fuck only because it’s so sexy while we’re hot and heavy, but, Little girl, do not think for one moment I will allow you to use words like fuck or cock when we’re not both naked. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m pleased. I like this banter. I like his growly, bossy self interjecting to give me permission to use my potty mouth in bed.
He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head back. “Look at me, Baby girl.” His voice is softer, tinged with sex, but softer.
I meet his gaze. It hasn’t escaped my notice that I’m on my knees in front of him. He’s on his knees, too, but he’s two and a half feet taller than me. Plus, I’m sitting back on my feet. I’m in the most submissive position imaginable with my head tipped back almost painfully in his grip. Even though I can’t see my breasts from this position, I’m more than aware of them. Every single tiny movement makes the stones sway, tugging on my nipples. It’s erotic and so titillating.
Papi is gigantic in front of me. Dominance wafts off him. It’s so potent surely everyone who lives within a mile can sense it, smell it. But he’s mine. He’s my Papi. He’s going to turn my world upside down tonight, and neither of us will ever be the same.
I’m scared, but mostly because I know we’ll be different tomorrow. We’ll see things differently. We’ll be stronger as a couple. That thought is almost impossible to fathom. I’ve never met a single couple on Earth with a bond as strong as ours is now, and that’s before we’ve had sex.
I’m not afraid of the pain. It will hurt for a minute, but it will go away. I’m more worried about the intensity of the emotions that already consume me and are going to grow so much stronger. How can I love someone this much? How much more can I love him? What will that feel like?
I’m worried that my separation anxiety might be worse after we have sex. I’ll be even more nervous about something happening to him than I am now. My existence depends on him. Without him, I would not want to keep on living.
I’m staring up at my world, my universe.
He’s holding my gaze hostage. He licks his lips, and I melt with his next words. “I love you to infinity, Janelle.”
“I love you to infinity and back, Papi.”
“You’re mine,” he growls. I love it when he says that. “You’re mine to nurture and care for. Mine to discipline. Mine to feed and bathe and change. Mine to rock and read to. Mine to carry and hug. Mine to worship for as long as we live.”
“Yes, Papi.” I’m breathless.
“You’ll do as I say, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” I know he means right now. He means he intends to claim me in his way, and he wants me to obey him.
It’s what I want more than anything in the universe: to obey him. I want to please him. I want to see the look in his eyes when he’s proud of me. Granted, he never looks at me as though he’s disappointed. He doesn’t ever feel that way about me even when I’m at my naughtiest.
Still holding my head back, he uses his other hand to fondle one of my nipples. “You’ll wear these for the rest of your life with pride.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll do your best to make sure they’re always on display. Keep your chest forward. Keep your hands out of the way so everyone can see them. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Yes, Papi.” My pussy is dripping down my thighs. My ardor had waned a tiny bit, but it’s fully back now. He does that to me with his words. He’s ignoring his enormous erection to give me this little speech.
It’s like he’s reciting wedding vows—the ones I would be saying to him.
“You’ll trust me to make decisions for you. When I put you in your playpen, you’ll accept that it’s for a reason. You won’t question me. It doesn’t matter what my reason is. Maybe I need to fix you a bottle or prepare a meal. Maybe I need to get some work done. Maybe I will put you in your playpen because I recognize you need some separation.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m trembling under his dominance. This is the most commanding he’s ever been. I’m not scared. In an odd way, I’m relieved. It’s calming to know that Papi will make all decisions for me. That might not be something I could have grasped on Earth because it’s not a usual sensation for humans. Sure, some people probably live in a very dominant dynamic, but not many. No one I ever met.
“You’ll accept my discipline when you misbehave. You’ll take your bottles when they’re offered and eat the foods I prepare for you when the time is right. You’ll nap when I say it’s time. You’ll keep your diapers wet and empty your bowels without complaint.”
“Yes, Sir.” I find myself parting my knees and flipping my hands over so my palms are facing upon my thighs. It feels natural and deeply submissive. Maybe I’ve seen this position somewhere before.
