My heart races. Part of me wants to tell him to go fuck himself. He’s dominating me so hard, and I don’t like it. Another part of me is trembling because his voice alone does things to my body. Things I’ve never experienced before. Naughty things. His authoritative tone is so damn hot, and I’m furious with myself for thinking so.

“I tend to cuss a lot, especially when I’m frustrated or angry,” I tell him. I’m testing him.

His response is quick and firm. “Then you’ll spend a lot of time with a red-hot bottom until you learn to obey me, Baby girl.”

I stop breathing. He can’t be serious. While I’m too stunned to respond, he dips his body, sets his shoulder against my waist, and lifts me off the ground.

I’m dangling over his back, my hair in wild disarray. I pound my fists against him, but this only hurts me, not him. He’s rock solid. Made of muscle. He doesn’t even flinch as I continue to fight him while he enters the elevator and pushes a button.

“Put me down,” I shout. “You can’t force me to go with you. I have my own free will.”

The elevator opens a few seconds later, and he steps out.

I’m flailing all around, trying to see my surroundings while I fight him. We’re in an apartment. It’s a wide-open floorplan, so I can see all of the kitchen and living room as he turns. The furniture is huge, but otherwise the apartment looks mostly normal.

Ganrax crosses straight through this large living space and through another door. He finally lowers me onto the biggest tallest bed I’ve ever seen. I’m five-ten, and I would need a stool to climb up this high.

The air is knocked out of my lungs as I land on my back. I can’t catch my breath. He’s hovering over me. His lips are so close to mine. He smells so divine. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. His eyes… The wave of his hair… His lips… God, that smile… I want him to kiss me.

It’s like I’m in a trance. There’s a war inside me. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t even be looking at him. I should wiggle off the edge of this bed and run for the elevator. Except I’d probably twist an ankle, landing on the floor. How high up are we?

On my next deep inhale, I breathe in so much of him that I can’t stand it. “Kiss me.”

Chapter Four

Ganrax

The last half hour has been the most stressful in my hundred and twenty-five years. I’m certain the next several months will be just as trying. Well, not the six months while my Little girl is in stasis in the transport vessel, but I have no doubt she will wake up just as feisty and furious as she is now.

All that matters, right this moment, however, is her last two words. I’m not going to turn her down. Without hesitation, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her with all the emotion I’m feeling for her. I don’t hold back. I plunder her mouth, demanding entrance and then sucking her tongue until she moans.

The sound makes my cock so hard that it’s going to be difficult to hold back. I will, though. She isn’t ready to see the size of my erection let alone take it into her body.

Her tiny hands come to my hips and then slide up my body, making me wish I wasn’t wearing this stupid suit. It’s part of the arrangement. Eleadian males come to the club every night dressed in immaculate suits. I suppose they give a certain impression to the human world.

We don’t wear anything like this at home. The most we ever wear are loose black pants. Rarely shoes. Never shirts. Clothing is not something we concern ourselves with on Eleadia. The temperature is perfect year-round. There is no need for more, and we don’t use clothing as any sort of status symbol. It’s practical and nothing more.

Ava is insatiable, returning my kiss with just as much driving need as I feel. Her hands slide under my suit jacket and push it off my shoulders.

I reach back and help her, dropping it to the floor before yanking on my black tie next. For a female who told me just moments ago that she didn’t want to have sex on the first date, she’s tackling the buttons of my dress shirt as though she’ll expire without getting it off me.

This frenzy was not in my plans. I knew I would feel it, but I hadn’t expected to act on it, nor had I understood how powerful it would be.

I need to look at her, so I release her lips and put a few inches between us. While I finish unbuttoning my shirt, I watch her squirm. She’s so aroused that it’s consuming her and causing her to forget how frustrated she was with me just moments ago.

Her dress is tiny. It barely covers her bottom to begin with, and it has inched up her body enough that I can see the black lace thong she’s wearing under it. I want to push the dress off her body and tug that thong down her sexy legs with my teeth. Her strappy heels can go last.

It’s heady knowing that once I remove these three items from her body, she will never again wear clothing. She has no idea that after I unwrap my present, it will remain unwrapped for the rest of our lives. The only thing I will permit her to wear, starting now, will be a soft absorbent diaper.

Introducing her to that last concept is going to be a battle. I’m well aware it’s a battle for every single Eleadian male. Human females are not accustomed to being coddled and cared for by their mates. They thrive on misplaced independence and demand to be treated as though they are dominant.

Perhaps on Earth, females are capable of that level of dominance in some cases. Maybe even a lot of instances. But that’s not the Eleadian way. No matter how hard Ava protests, she will eventually learn that submitting to me has rewards she’s never dreamed of.

I will treat her like a princess, but it’s going to be a challenge teaching her to accept that. Very challenging.

As I tug my shirt off my arms, leaving my chest bare, I also kick off the uncomfortable dress shoes.

My mate is licking her lips as her gaze roams all over my chest. Eleadians are not vain by nature. We don’t compare ourselves to others. We haven’t had females on our planet for over a century, so no one alive today has any recollection of what it was like for our parents and their parents. Perhaps things were different. It’s possible the females, centuries ago, vied for the attention of the males. Did they compete? Did they primp themselves? Did the males have any sort of hierarchy?

Recorded teaching indicates there has never been such a thing on my planet. According to historical documents, matings have always been fated. There was never any reason to fight over a man or take any measures to get someone’s attention. Either the two were fated or they were not.

Ava can’t grasp that concept, and it will be a long time before she does. All I can do is woo her until she softens to the idea.

Arousal is leaking from her pussy. I can smell it. The air is permeated with her need. As if she can no longer maintain eye contact with my chest, her head lolls back and forth. Her slender legs are parted, and she fists her hands at her sides and lifts her hips, offering herself to me.

Every inhale is a struggle. I’m losing the battle to keep my pants on. I need to win that battle, though, so I don’t touch the button or the zipper. Instead, I set my palms on my Little girl’s inner thighs, press them open wider, and bring my lips down to kiss the inside of her thigh.

She cries out, breathing heavily. “Ganrax…”

I lift my head. “Papi, Little one. Call me Papi.”

“Please… I need…”

“I know you do, Baby girl. I’m going to give you what you need. You’re going to call me Papi.” I’m being demanding, but she needs to understand that’s how it will be. There will be times when I manipulate her into doing something by withholding sex to get it. It’s not nefarious. It’s in my nature.

Eleadian males are powerful Dominants. More powerful than any Dom she may have encountered on Earth. More powerful than any book she’s read. It’s who we are. It’s in our blood.

We aren’t cruel. Never. We’re just wired to dominate. The task ahead is proving to Ava that she has a submissive in her and coaching her to let that sweet Little girl out.

I will win this war because it’s unavoidable. She might fight me, but she will really be fighting herself. In the days and weeks after our arrival, she will feel the bond between us growing stronger every day. She will crave my touch even if she’s able to verbally deny it.

Eventually she will give in to the magnetic pull. I can’t wait for that day. For today, all I can do is take this opportunity, while she’s delirious with desire, to show her how good I’m going to make her feel for centuries.

She’s moaning and supple beneath my palms, and her scent is intoxicating. Even though I’d love to wash off the other scents, her own is pushing through with such force that I’m able to block out the unwelcome perfumes and artificial scents.

I slide my hands higher, pushing the tight, stretchy material of her dress over her hips. When her thong is fully revealed, I stare at it for several moments, mostly so I can get my craving under control. I feel like one of the vampires humans describe in their fiction novels.

My mouth is watering with the need to consume her, but I take my time, lowering my nose to the gusset of her panties.

She screams as I barely stroke the tip of my nose over the sensitive bundle of nerves I know is her pleasure center—her clitoris. I tease her, not pushing the material out of the way no matter how badly she squirms or whines. I’m waiting for her to obey me.

“Papi,” she finally shouts.

“That’s my good girl.” I grab the thong and pull it down her legs, leaving her bare.

A sudden sense of modesty takes over, and she brings her legs together as I drop the soaking scrap of black material. It’s okay. I ignore the way she’s clenching her thighs and take the time to push her dress up her body. Slowly. Painstakingly slowly.

When her breasts pop free of the tight material, I stifle a groan. She’s so unbelievably perfect. I want to drop to my knees and worship her. My voice cracks as I say, “Arms up, Baby girl.”