I hold my breath while he gently washes my face. I’ll be surprised if he’s able to remove my mascara with his simple soap, but apparently he succeeds because he doesn’t take more than a minute to scrub my face clean.
“I’m going to pour water down your face now, Little one. Hold still for me.”
I draw in another breath and hold it. I can’t say I’ve ever dated a single man who has seen me without makeup. When he’s done, I look at him, expecting to see shock. All I see is a huge smile as he bends to kiss me briefly.
“Much better. Your natural skin is gorgeous, Little one.”
“You said John will go to my apartment and get some things. Can he get my hair products and makeup?”
“You won’t need hair products or makeup, Ava. We don’t have things like that on Eleadia. Little girls don’t use them.”
I splash the water hard enough for it to hit Papi in the face. “I’m not Little,” I demand.
He wipes the water from his eyes, wraps his huge hand around my head, pulls my face against his bare chest, and kisses my temple. He holds me like this for long seconds before reaching for the soap again.
He’s so frustrating. I hate that I feel calmer when he touches me. I also hate that my entire body lights on fire as he washes me, starting with my fingers and working up my arm.
I’m panting as he switches to the other arm, mesmerized by the feel of his big hands. He does my back next. When he rubs more soap onto his palms, I watch closely, knowing my chest is next. I even grab the sides of the basin again.
Sure enough, he works the suds into my shoulders and then down. The moment he cups my breasts, I jump. A low moan escapes my lips unbidden. I’m mad at myself for being unable to control my reactions.
He spends more time than necessary washing my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs over and over as if they’re dirtier than the rest of me and need to be scrubbed. By the time he releases them, I’m a hot mess. A horny ball of need.
I’m breathing heavily while he washes my feet and then my legs. As he reaches for more soap, my pussy pulses. I’m close to orgasm, and he hasn’t touched me yet.
“Spread your legs wide for me, Baby girl,” he purrs. Purrs.
I obey him because I can’t help myself, and I want his hands on me. I need to come.
He continues rubbing his palms together, creating more suds, making me wait. “Lean back, Ava. There’s a headrest behind you.” When I obey, he continues, “Good girl. Lift your feet out of the water and set them on the sides of the basin.”
My breath hitches. My heart is pounding. I’ll die if he doesn’t touch me, and this is so erotic. His voice is mesmerizing, and he’s asking me to make myself so very vulnerable. I both hate and love him at the same time.
As if I have no self-control, I do as I’m told. I’m like a puppet, and he’s the puppet master. I’m not able to deny him, not while I’m staring at his huge hands and needing them on my pussy.
I’m trembling and clutching the edge of the basin so tightly next to my feet that my knuckles are going to be sore tomorrow. Hell, will I even be awake tomorrow to be aware of this problem?
He sets his hands on my inner thighs and strokes down to my pussy. I moan loudly as he washes my folds, taking his time again, paying extra attention to my clit and between my labia. He even pushes two fingers up inside me.
I’m dizzy with need, so close to the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm, when he presses down on my pelvis with one hand while lowering the other toward my rear hole.
I gasp and try to wiggle free. “Papi, no…”
He ignores me and rubs his fingers over my puckered hole.
I think I’m going to pass out.
My eyes roll back, and I cry out when he pushes a finger inside me. “Papi, no!” I try to free myself, but I’m trapped.
“Relax your bottom, Baby girl. No part of you will be off-limits to Papi. I’ll be intimate with your little bottom every day.”
I shake my head, not believing this is happening. My bottom? Hard no.
While he continues to stroke his finger deeper in my private hole, he grinds his palm against my clit. It’s a dirty trick. So very manipulative. And it works.
Nerve endings I was not aware of and would rather have never known about come to life inside my rectum as he adds a second finger, thrusts faster, and rubs my pussy.
“No. No no no no…” I roll my head back and forth, holding on tight to the sides of the basin. My body is rigid and has a mind of its own. My traitorous pussy is pleased and begging me to let him continue.
Gritting my teeth, I fight the growing arousal, but I’m losing. Papi is making it feel so good. My arousal is climbing as I pant and moan and squirm. The feeling is foreign and unwelcome. Invasive and…so good. Oh, God.
He thrusts his thumb into my vagina, adding to the growing pressure that threatens to explode.
I don’t care anymore. I just need to come. He hasn’t even pricked me this time. This is all me. My need. My…fate.
Chapter Six
Ganrax
There are no words to describe how precious my Little girl is when she’s uninhibited. I know I’m not playing fair. I haven’t played fair since I met her. It’s not a requirement. Most Eleadian men have no choice but to coerce their Little girls at first with their serum and sometimes their fingers.
She can fight me all she wants on this, but I know she’s never felt as good as she does right now. Human females—and humans in general—consider anal play to be taboo. Eleadians do not. From now on, I will be intimate with Ava’s tight bottom. I will clean it frequently, stretch it, taste it, penetrate it, and even plug it. She will learn to enjoy my attention. She will crave it and beg for it eventually.
But right now, it’s shocking and new to her, and she’s embarrassed. There’s no avoiding her temporary mortification, though. I knew it would happen. I even took advantage of her relaxed, aroused state to introduce her to anal penetration.
She can verbally argue, but the scent of her growing arousal is filling the apartment. She needs release, and I’m going to give it to her. It will help wear her out so she’ll be more amenable to what’s next on the agenda.
It’s going to be a long night. I’m going to need to sleep ten hours by the time we get on the transport vessel because I’m certain she’s going to argue with me every step of the way until I finally put her into a deep sleep.
