I start to cry again. “It’s not fair.”
“I know, Baby girl. It really isn’t fair. It’s just life. I hate that you’re hurting right now. I know it’s a lot to absorb, and I’m throwing everything at you at once. You’re upset. You’re scared. I understand.”
I shake my head, tears running down my cheeks. “You don’t. You don’t understand. Women don’t wear diapers, Papi. It’s not a thing. I can’t do it. You have to let me have this one thing. You can baby me in everything else if you want, but not this.” I’m sobbing, gasping around every word, so mad I want to scream.
He’s so damn huge, and he seems even larger on top of me. He’s hovering on his knees; otherwise, he would crush me in half if he put his weight on my stomach or hips. And even though he’s holding my wrists down, I’m certain he’s applying not one tenth the pressure he could if he needed to.
“I won’t do it,” I shout at him. “I won’t use a diaper. I’ll just hold it in until I die from a bladder infection. It’s happened, you know. I read a woman held her pee for so long she died.”
He draws in a slow breath. This is the most exasperated I’ve seen him. “You won’t die, Baby girl,” he says calmly.
“How do you know? I could.”
“If you were really so stubborn that you refused to pee, I could use any number of methods to ensure you wet yourself, Ava.”
I gasp, my eyes wide. “Like what?” I don’t want to know. Why am I asking?
“For one thing, I could pierce you and put you to sleep so deeply that you had no control over your bladder.”
More tears fall. Silent ones.
“In addition, we take our mates’ health very seriously on Eleadia. You’ll have frequent doctor’s visits to make sure you’re thriving. The doctors pay very close attention to ensure every new Little girl is keeping her diaper wet and emptying her bowels frequently. If you were so stubborn that you were still refusing to wet yourself after a few weeks, the doctor could put a tube in your urethra to hold it open. He could also prescribe a localized anesthetic that would make it difficult for you to control the muscle in your bladder.”
I’m pretty sure all the blood leaves my head. I feel like I’m going to faint. I’m so disillusioned that I don’t even have a response. I stop fighting and let my body go limp.
This makes Papi’s brow furrow. He stares at me for a long time before releasing me to slide off the side of the bed. He looks sad as he picks me up and cradles me in his arms again. Too bad. I’m sad, too.
I’m also thirsty. All the fight has left me. I just want a drink and some sleep. I close my eyes and go limp in his arms. I don’t care if he drops me.
Chapter Eight
Ganrax
My heart hurts. When she stops fighting me, I want to scream. It was much better while she was still arguing, but she’s worn out, and I’ve pushed her to her limit.
It’s unavoidable. Everything I’ve introduced to her was mandatory. Little girls have to learn several things in the first few hours after we claim them. There are no other options. We’re working our way down the list.
I know she’s thirsty because she keeps licking her lips, and they are so dry.
She’s going to balk at my next plan, too, but it can’t be helped. I hold her tightly with one hand so she can’t squirm free and take a tumble to the floor as I pad into the kitchen. When I open the fridge, she glances inside and sighs. I say nothing as I snag one of the bottles.
Ava isn’t breathing. Her eyes are wide, but not focused on me. I want to know what she’s thinking, but I don’t dare ask. It can’t be good. I carry her to the rocking chair.
“No,” she says with all the conviction she can muster as soon as I adjust her in my lap and lift the bottle to her lips. She purses her lips hard and turns her naughty face away.
I would chuckle if it wouldn’t hurt her feelings. I know it’s going to be challenging helping her learn to submit to me, but she can only hold out so long. Eventually she will give in. In the meantime, I’ll probably be exhausted, but she’s so predictable already that I’m fighting the urge to laugh. I’m running out of things to shock her with, though. Just a few more.
“You said you were thirsty, Little one, and I know you have to be after three orgasms and all the energy it takes you to argue and fight with Papi. I didn’t see you get a drink in the bar earlier, either. I bet you didn’t have time, which means you haven’t had a sip of anything since you left your apartment.”
She twists her head away, her entire body turning with her. “I’ll have water, in a glass.”
“You’ll have formula, in a bottle,” I inform her gently.
She shakes her pretty head. Her hair is almost dry, and I like seeing how it looks naturally. It has far more wave and curl than earlier. It will be so pretty up in pigtails or even braids. I’ll probably put it in pigtails for a while, but I suspect she will hate it.
Since when am I deviously plotting ways to make my Little girl more frustrated? I think about that for a moment and then realize that’s not it at all. It’s that I know deep inside Ava will ultimately prefer pigtails over braids. She will fight me every step of the way, but I will win because I’m the Papi, and she’s far more submissive than she wants to admit.
I suspect she sort of knows on some level, which is why she’s being so defiant and disagreeable.
I rock her gently, holding the bottle up for her to take. She’s thirsty. Her lips are so dry. I can tell by the rumble of her tummy she’s also hungry. “Did you eat before you came to Club Zoom, Baby girl?”
“Why do you care?” she grumbles as she tries to cover her breasts with one hand.
“Because my job is to ensure you’re healthy, Little one. I bet you didn’t have dinner. You need the calories in this formula.”
She finally meets my gaze, her glare full of frustration. “So what I’m learning is that not only do you want me to be Little, but super young like a Baby. You’re going to feed me and make me use diapers.”
I decide to respond to her indirectly. “We cherish our mates on my planet, Ava. In every way. Papis are doting and protective and controlling. We’re wired that way, Baby girl. Yes, I will take care of every single one of your needs. I will hover. I will not let you out of my sight very often. I will have rules that are meant for your safety and protection. I will also worship you, snuggle with you, rock you, hug you, play with you, and make you scream with pleasure. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. I want to see you smile and laugh. It will take time for you to adjust. I understand that, Little one. It’s expected. But no matter how long it takes for you to accept me, you eventually will. You’ll realize no one on Earth has a bond like we will. There is no human male you could have met who would have treated you like I will. You are my life, and deep down you already know it. You can feel it in your heart. So, you can be stubborn. I kind of like knowing that you will challenge me every step of the way. But you need to know that no matter what you say or do, it will change nothing. I will still be your Papi. Nothing can break the bond we have already developed. No matter how long it takes you to submit to me, I won’t waver. I won’t even get angry, Baby girl. I will wait for you.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten to her on some level. Her eyes look watery. Her bottom lip is quivering. “I don’t want to submit to anyone,” she whispers.
The poor thing tears at my heart. I roll her closer so her breasts press against my chest. I kiss the top of her head. “I know, Baby girl. It’s hard at first. It’s foreign and different, but I promise it will eventually feel right.”
“It won’t.” Yeah, she’s stubborn.
“One step at a time. You’re hungry and thirsty. Take the bottle for me. What can it hurt? It will fill your tummy and quench your thirst. Who cares if it comes from a bottle?”
“You do because you’re controlling.”
