At least I’ll get a break in a bit because she’s going to need a nap. I’m torn between hating the idea of her leaving me to rest and looking forward to the fact that I’ll be able to regroup while she sleeps for a few hours.
When I rub my thumb against my fingers through the thin lining between her vagina and her rectum, she lifts her hips off the bottom of the basin and comes. Hard. Screaming out as the pulses of her release strangle my fingers and thumb.
She’s so damn perfect. I know that’s how Fate works, but until experiencing it, I couldn’t truly grasp how powerful it would be.
I’m soaked because she has splashed water out of the basin so many times. I don’t care. I don’t care that my cock is protesting either. I’ll take it in hand while she naps.
I ease my fingers out of her as soon as I notice the signs that she’s overstimulated. The slight wince. The whimper. And she shoves at my hand.
I lean across her, set my elbow on the other side of the basin, and kiss her. I want her mind to remain scrambled for a few more minutes. I like it when she’s pliant. I may have to give her millions of orgasms before she decides she likes me when she’s not currently being pleasured.
I love how she moans into my mouth when she’s uninhibited and greedy. Her tiny hands come to my chest. Her nails dig into my pecs. It’s okay. If she leaves marks, I’m okay with that. If she draws blood, that’s fine, too. Her nails are painted pink and were probably done at a nail salon. She’ll never have that again.
Maybe it’s cruel to yank human females out of their environment and thrust them into a world they have no knowledge of. A world with none of the amenities they’re used to. No hair products, no manicures and pedicures. No fancy clothes and shoes. In fact, no clothes and shoes at all. No lingerie, which I’ve heard is the biggest deal breaker and most difficult for humans to let go of.
I’ll admit, the tiny piece of lace she was wearing before I tore it off her was sexy, but in my world, total submission is sexier. The kind of submission where I control every aspect of her life, and she willingly gives it over to me.
It takes time for human females to grasp how life on Eleadia works. I have a feeling it will take Ava more time than the average Little girl. Ava, who uses every breath to insist she is not Little.
I release her lips but hover close, inhaling her scent and enjoying the sated look on her face. I love how her eyes are half open, she has a sweet smile, and her face is relaxed. In a moment, she’s going to jump back into her body, and my sweet angel will turn into a rabid devil.
In…three…two…
“Ganrax…” She shoves at me before we get to one. “Can I get out of this tub yet? Are you done manipulating me?”
“Mmm.” I find it impossible to be mad at her. She’s trying so hard to hold on to a way of life she knows is over. She’s fighting more with herself than with me.
Yes, a part of me feels bad for the way females are yanked from their lives and removed from the planet, but the truth is they’re cherished, adored, loved, and treated like princesses. That’s not something common on Earth, and rarely is it lasting.
For Eleadians, it’s for life. I will worship her body for hundreds of years. It will be hard at first, but when she realizes the bonuses that come with mating me, she will eventually let go of her stubborn ways. The rest of our lives will be blissful happiness because that’s our way.
I let the water out of the basin and reach for a towel.
She sits upright, pouting, while I dry her off and toss the wet towel aside to exchange it for a dry one. After wrapping it around her, I lift her into my arms and cradle her against my chest.
It’s instinctive to want to hold her against me. It will help us bond for her naked chest to rest against mine, which is why I didn’t close the front of the towel. Her soft breasts are pressed against my pecs, and our hearts are beating in sync. Does she realize that?
I waste no time heading for the couch where I intend to spank Ava’s naughty bottom hard enough to encourage some contrition. She’s a stubborn Little girl. She knows she’s mine. She knows how good it feels to submit to me, but I sense she’s going to fight me for a long time.
When we reach the couch, I tug the towel away, sit, and arrange her over my lap face down.
“Hey,” she shouts, lifting and twisting her small body as if she’s any match for me. “What are you doing?”
I easily clasp both her wrists in one of mine and pin them to the small of her back, leaving her head and feet against the couch cushions. Her bottom is raised in the air over my thighs.
She’s still flailing, though. “Ganrax. Papi…”
I palm her bottom, admiring the color of her skin. I noticed before but now it’s even more apparent. She did protect her skin for the previous twenty-four years. There is only a faint difference in color between her bottom and her thighs. I wouldn’t have been surprised to have seen a distinct tan line. I’ve read that human females are sun-worshipers.
“You can’t spank me,” she shouts.
“I can, Little one. I told you I would after your bath. I also told you I will never renege on a punishment. If I give you an order and you don’t comply, your bottom will end up red and hot.”
“I’m an adult, G—, Papi. You can’t spank me.”
“You’re definitely an adult, Baby girl. The prettiest one I’ve ever set eyes on. And feisty, too. I need you to understand that no matter how often or how hard you fight me, I will still be your Papi. I will still adore you and protect you until the end of time.”
She shakes her head back and forth. “No one has ever spanked me. I don’t like it. I don’t want it.” She’s crying now.
I rub the backs of her thighs, which haven’t stopped moving as she continues to attempt to squirm free. “How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never experienced it?”
“Because it’s barbaric!” she shouts. “Spanking isn’t even good for actual children. Studies show it only alienates them. It’s not effective.”
“Oh, Little girl, I think you will find that spanking adult Little girls is very effective.”
She twists, trying to look at me. “What does that even mean? It makes no sense.”
“You’ll see.” I’m aware there are some Little girls who do not respond well to spanking, especially if they were abused at some point in their lives. But the vast majority are so turned on by the submission that they end up panting with need. I already know this is how Ava will react because contrary to her words, her pheromones are filling the room with her arousal again.
It could be the fact that I’m restraining her. We’ve already established she enjoys being restrained. But I suspect she’s also intrigued, and her protests are a bit too heavy to be real.
I release her thighs to reach over and grab the pillow from the corner of the couch before stuffing it between her knees. When I notice she’s rubbing her tits against my thigh, I rearrange her a bit, spreading my legs and tugging her to one side so that her cheek now rests on my thigh, her breasts hang between them, and she’s on her knees on the other side.
“No. Please. Papi. I don’t want this. I’ll be good. I won’t cuss again. I’ll do as you say.” Her pleading is accompanied by soft cries and sniffles.
I palm the back of her thighs again. “Here’s how this is going to go. If you can be a good girl and hold still while Papi spanks you, I’ll only give you ten swats this first time. That means you have to keep your knees wide and let your titties hang between my legs. You may not rub your needy little nipples against the couch, and you may not squeeze your thighs together to get relief for your pussy.”
She gasps but doesn’t otherwise respond.
