His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Raevion

It’s not until I draw in a deep breath that I remember the effect my semen is going to have on her.

Sara is sitting up tall and rigid, my cock still buried deep. Her eyes widen, her mouth falls open, and she releases a deep penetrating moan as her body starts shaking violently. Her lust is tremendous.

I grab her hips, lift her off my cock, and bolt to sitting so fast I get a head rush as I slide off the side of the bed and hurry toward the kitchen.

Sara claws at me, eyes glassy, unseeing, as I settle her on my hip, holding her with one arm while I turn on the water. Come on, come on, come on . I need it to heat up. I can’t set my Baby girl in cold water, but she needs me to wash my seed off her as fast as possible.

“Papi…” she whines, grinding her pussy against my hip. “Oh, God…” Her head rolls back. “Need…”

“I know, Little one. I’m going to wash it off. Hang on.”

She fights hard, surprising me with her strength for such a tiny thing. I hold my hand under the water, but her struggles make it difficult to keep her from slipping out of my grip.

She’s crying now, her voice keening with desperation.

Finally, I give up waiting, grab her hips, and set her in the basin. I grab the adjustable spout, tug it out of the cradle, and angle the water so that it’s spraying directly against her pussy.

Sara grips the sides of the basin, gasping and panting and crying while I try to hold on to her with one hand and keep her seated in the tub of water. She doesn’t understand what’s happening. How could she? I didn’t explain this part to her. She’s confused and crazed with lust and need.

I feel responsible. I am responsible. I never expected to have my cock buried in my girl so quickly. I didn’t anticipate us having sex before we left Earth for Eleadia at all. It’s not common. Most females are still struggling with the concept of being claimed and in no way prepared for the headspace that includes sex.

I haven’t even shared a single detail with her about what her life will be like from now on. She’s going to be blindsided. I can only hope she doesn’t freak the fuck out when she finds out.

“Look at me, Baby girl. Eyes on mine.”

She can’t. I’m not sure she even hears me.

I keep one hand around her, anchoring her. With the other, I’m spraying her down, letting the water wash my semen off her skin. If I could use both hands, I would add soap and speed up the process, but I’m stuck.

“Papi…” Her voice finally slows to a softer whimper.

“Look at me, Sara,” I demand.

She lifts her head to meet my gaze. She’s shaking. Her lip quivers. “What’s happening?”

“My semen is driving your lust, Baby girl. I didn’t have a chance to warn you.” Hell, I didn’t fully realize it would be this intense. No one could have prepared me for this level of craving.

She starts shivering. “Cold,” she murmurs as she tries to draw her legs together.

“Keep your knees wide, Baby. Let Papi wash it off you.” The water finally starts to warm. I keep it angled directly on her pussy, letting it run down the drain.

After a few minutes, her breathing regulates, and she draws in a very deep lungful of oxygen and lets it out slowly. She looks at me, finally lucid. “Holy shit.”

I chuckle. “Yeah. I won’t ordinarily let you cuss, Baby girl, but holy shit is pretty fucking accurate right about now.” I put the stopper in the basin and let it start to fill.

She looks around. “Where am I?”

“We wash our Little girls in a basin in the kitchen,” I inform her, finally easing up my grip on her waist. When it seems she will not fight me, I put the spigot back in its slot as the water rises.

“Why?” She looks over the side. “I’m so high up.”

“And I need you to stay still with your bottom in the basin at all times so you don’t fall.” I reach for the soap and lather my hands. I want to wash her pussy first.

When I lower my hand between her legs, she clenches her knees around my wrist. “I can do it, Papi.”

I lift her chin with my other hand so she’s forced to meet my gaze. “Papi will bathe you, Little one. Always.”

She swallows hard.

I’m surprised that her thick dark makeup is still mostly intact. I’m going to wash it off her as soon as I finish cleaning her pussy. “Legs open, Baby girl,” I command.

She parts her knees and grips the sides of the basin again, whimpering as I stroke my fingers over her folds. When I reach up inside her, she yelps.

I wince. “Does it hurt, Little one?”

She shakes her head. “No, but…” She pushes at my hand. “Stop touching me like that.”

“I want to clean as much of my semen off you as I can, Sara.” I reach deeper, pushing my fingers as far as I can.

“Papi, stop that. It’s making things worse.”

I chuckle as I ease my fingers out of her tight cunt.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No, Little one. Never. I’m laughing with you. We’re in this together. The only information I know is what I’ve heard and read. It was not possible to fully understand the effect I would have on you until this moment.”

“Well, stop touching my pussy. It’s clean now.”

I chuckle again and lean forward to kiss her cheek. “Okay. Let’s move to your hair and face.”

She frowns. “You can’t wash my hair with all these braids, and you’ll never be able to get this makeup off me. It’s waterproof. I need a special cleanser.”

I turn off the water. It’s risen high enough now. “Let’s start with the braids then, Baby girl. I’ll be careful.”

“Why do we need to take them out? Can’t we do it another day?”

“No, songbird, we need to do it now. For one thing, I need to give you a bath from head to toe. You need to be fully washed with soap and water from my planet before we head for Eleadia.”

“This water is from Eleadia?” She splashes it and rubs it between her fingers.

“Yes. It’s free of all the chemicals and impurities you have on Earth. You will feel so good when everything from Earth is washed off of you. I promise.” I reach for the first braid and carefully slide the little rubber band from the end. This is going to take a while.

She stops fighting me and reaches for one of the braids on the other side. “I worked on this for a long time.” She sighs.

I kiss her cheek again. “And you’re the prettiest Little girl ever. If you like wearing braids, I’ll put them in you again when we get home, but you’ll be more comfortable with your hair free during the trip.”

“I’m really going to sleep the entire time?”

“Yes, Little songbird. Six months.”

“Will you sleep also?”

“Nope. I’ll sleep normal hours and take care of you the rest of the time.”

“How will I pee?”

I kiss her again. “Your bottom will be wrapped in a soft absorbent cloth.”

“A diaper?” Her voice rises slightly, and she winces, but she doesn’t seem to panic. Her pulse is slightly elevated, but not as high as I expected.

“Yep.”

“How will I eat?”

“You’ll have a feeding tube.”

She stares at me as we continue to remove the braids. “And when we arrive home…? Will I be able to control my bladder again?” she asks softly.

I shrug nonchalantly. “Some Little girls regain bladder control. Some don’t. It doesn’t matter because you’ll still wear a diaper, Baby girl.”

Her breath hitches, and she stares down at the water for a while. “All your women wear diapers?”

“Yes, all of them.”

“So you really are a society of extremely dominant Daddies.”

“Yes.” I pause and lift her chin to meet my gaze again. “I will take care of you in every way from now on. It’s our custom. Eventually it will seem natural to you. I will have many rules for your safety because I never want anything to happen to you. Remember when I told you I would spank you and use timeouts?”

She nods slightly.

“I will do so as often as you need me to.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t need you to spank me, Papi. That’s silly.” She’s taking this so well. She’s pondering my words, but she’s incredibly calm.

I smile. “You will, Little one. I suspect you’ll enjoy having your bottom spanked and crave it, which will lead you to do naughty things to get your fix.”

She gasps. “Why would I do that?”

I reach down and pinch one of her nipples.

She arches into my touch, giving me better access. Does she realize it?

“Because you like a bit of pain.” I draw in a dramatically deep breath.

She splashes me. “Stop sniffing my arousal.”

I chuckle and splash her back.

She glances over the edge of the basin. “You’re naked, and your cock is still hard.”

“I suspect it will be hard for several years if not forever.”

She giggles, covering her mouth. It’s musical, and my heart loosens. I love her deep in my soul already.