My brain is scrambled. I can’t believe I just came, again. I’ve never had two orgasms in a row. Plus, no man has ever managed to make me come. And then there’s the fact that I’ve never had an orgasm without a vibrator.
Until now. Until Ganrax. Until…Papi. This giant man from another planet who has swept into my life, taken over every aspect of it, and proven to me that he’s going to rock my world in bed.
I’m grinning as I try to catch my breath. I shouldn’t be. I’m not stupid. I know we have a million things to discuss. I need to find my spine and make sure he knows I’m not some submissive wimp who’s going to roll over and let him control me just because he managed to give me two amazing orgasms.
On top of that, he cheated. He controls me with that damn quill. He uses it to drive me wild. It’s like a drug. I guess it is a drug. He’s injecting me with something in his saliva that makes me so horny I can’t deny him. It’s unnerving.
He finally releases my hands to scoot me back on the mattress and climb up between my legs. He’s so imposing and huge that his knees continue to force my legs wide.
I’m so exposed, and as my vision clears, I shudder. He’s staring down at me, not touching me at all now. His hands are planted on either side of my shoulders.
“Ava…” His voice is gentle and filled with reverence. “You are so perfect. I’m so glad you came to Club Zoom tonight.”
I clear my throat. “Ganrax, as spectacular as that was—and don’t get me wrong, it was off-the-charts amazing—we need to talk. I don’t think you understand that I’m not right for you.”
It’s weird arguing with him about this issue, but he needs to understand. I need to make sure he grasps that I’m not the kind of woman he’s looking for, or we’re in for a lifetime of arguing and hurt.
He gives me a small smile. “Ava, I don’t think you understand that nothing else matters. You’re exactly perfect for me because Fate decided so. The rest will work itself out.”
I sigh. “Ganrax…”
He winces. He wants me to call him Papi.
“I’ve never experimented with age play in any form. If I had, I would have been the Mommy to a Little boy or girl, not the other way around. I have been to kink clubs. I’ve done some scenes, experimented, both as a sub and a Domme, but trying things out in a controlled environment with a dungeon monitor hovering around is far different from letting a man dominate me the way you want to.”
He climbs off the side of the bed and lifts me into his arms, cradling me. “I’m going to give you a bath, Little one.”
I gasp. “No, you’re not. Have you listened to anything I’ve said?”
“I’ve heard you, Baby girl, but there’s nothing I can say in response. All I can do is show you that you’re wrong.”
I gasp and try to squirm out of his arms. It’s ridiculous. He’s gigantic. He only needs one arm around me to control me. “Put me down,” I order. When I shove at him with my free arm, he silently grabs my wrist and pins it to my side.
He carries me into the great room and stops at the kitchen counter. He’s smiling at me. “May I point out how aroused you get when I restrain you, Ava? Even something as simple as circling your tiny wrist makes your pussy leak. You can’t hide it from me. You’ll never be able to hide your pheromones. No matter what words come out of your mouth, I can scent your naughty body betraying you.”
Him and his damn sensitive nose. Shit. “Just because I might get aroused when you pin me down doesn’t make me submissive. It just means I enjoy a bit of kink with my sex.”
He reaches over me, and a moment later, I hear water running. He’s turned on a faucet at the kitchen sink. I’m not looking that direction. My gaze is on his. He’s so frustrating.
His gaze shifts to the sink behind me for a few seconds as he does something I’m not focusing on. Maybe he needs to get a drink? But he leaves the water running as he returns his attention to me. “Have you ever let a man restrain you during sex before, Ava?”
His question takes me off guard. I shake my head. “Fuck no.”
He lifts a brow. “What did I say about cussing?”
My face heats. “You can’t spank me, Ganrax. I’m a grown woman. I’m not your submissive.”
“I can spank you, naughty girl, and I will after I give you a bath. I’m not fond of all the artificial scents on your body. I want to smell just you.”
His words are so weird. What the hell is he talking about? “Artificial scents? Like perfume and makeup? Lotion and shampoo?”
“Yep. I want all of that off you.” Suddenly he leans forward, and my ass hits water.
I yelp. What the fuck? Is he setting me in the kitchen sink? I glance around and see that I should have paid attention. I’m in a strange giant sink built into the kitchen counter. I grab the sides and sit upright, hoping my hair won’t get wet. I washed it earlier today. I don’t want it to get wet again. “Why do you have a giant sink?”
“It’s a basin, Baby girl.” He reaches for what I assume is liquid soap.
“No.” I shake my head and push with both hands on the sides, trying to get out. What the hell is happening here? Five minutes ago, I had both the first and the second most powerful orgasms of my life. I’m still reeling from the experience. Now, I’m sitting naked in a strange basin, and when I look over the side, I realize how far off the floor I am.
Ganrax sets the soap back on the counter and grabs my biceps. “Look at me, Little one.” His voice is shockingly calm. He’s restraining me but not in a way that will bruise my arms.
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. “No. Let me out.”
“Ava… Look at Papi.”
I continue to shake my head, pursing my lips. I feel like a toddler having a tantrum, which unnerves me.
“I’m going to tell you something, and I suggest you listen. But first, you need to look at me. I can wait until you’re ready.”
Damn him. How can he be so calm? I won’t give in. I don’t want a bath. I don’t want him to wash me. I don’t want my hair to get wet. I don’t want him to explain anything else about his dominant ways to me. I want to go home.
At some point, he turns off the water and immediately resumes his grip on my biceps. I’m stubborn, If I hold out, he’ll realize I’m a bad choice for a mate and let me go.
There are several problems with my reasoning, though. One is that Mia is somewhere in this building also being claimed by another man. Unlike me, I bet she’s happy as a clam being babied by her giant behemoth Papi.
Problem number two: I’m running out of steam. My energy is zapped from the stress of everything that’s happened.
Problem number three: The water is growing cold, and I’m starting to shiver, which is making my nipples pucker further.
