His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Sara

Papi lifts a brow as he reaches for a wet cloth. He says nothing as he cleans my sensitive folds, and his silence continues while he rubs ointment on my pussy and folds a diaper around me.

“Papi…” I plead when he releases my restraints and lifts me into his arms. I love it when he holds me. I love the way he cradles me and nuzzles my neck. I love the smell of him and the feel of his warm skin against mine.

Even after two amazing orgasms, the contact of my breasts against his pecs is enough to send me into a tailspin of need yet again. I’m insatiable.

He carries me to the living room and gently lowers me into the bouncy seat where he sometimes reluctantly places me when he absolutely has to do something that involves both hands—like cooking for himself.

I’m aware if he had his way, he would never set me down even for a moment. But he has to eat, and he occasionally seems to go into a secret room somewhere to eliminate. I don’t grasp what or how he does it, but I gather it’s not the sort of bathroom we have on Earth.

This time, he tugs the bouncy seat close to the couch where he sits, parting his legs to straddle mine. He sets his elbows on his knees and stares down at me, not touching me.

I squirm. My stupid arms won’t cooperate even though I’d like to reach for him. He’s scaring me. I don’t like this lack of contact. It’s unnerving. “Papi…”

He finally reaches with one hand to tickle my toes. At least he’s smiling. “I probably shouldn’t have done that, Little one. You aren’t in full control of your body.”

“I may not be in control of my body, but I’m in control of my mind, Papi. I wanted it. And now I want to return the favor. If you won’t put your cock in my pussy, at least let me suck it. You know I can suck just fine,” I joke.

He snickers. “Not a chance in hell, Baby girl. Not until you can walk across the room, climb over me, and take my cock out on your own. There is no way I would fuck your mouth until I’m certain you’re fully capable of being in control of the activity.”

I groan.

He lifts a brow. “Listen, sassy girl. I might not let you lick my dick before you’re able to lift your head, but I won’t hesitate to take you over my knees and spank your naughty bottom if you give me cause.”

I wiggle my toes, which shocks and pleases him. “Hmmm,” I ponder. “So if I have a little tantrum, you’ll spank me?”

He lifts both brows now. “Little girl, are you testing your Papi?”

“Maybe?”

He shakes his head. “Maybe we should at least wait until you can hold your head up on your own, naughty girl. I’ll just keep a tally of all your sassy behavior and save it up.”

I push my bottom lip out in an uncharacteristic pout. I don’t even know myself. This is not me. I’m someone I don’t recognize. What happened to the black clothes, dark makeup, and messy braids? I’ve become a makeup-less infant with pigtails and no clothes.

I’ve never been overly modest. I’ve been known to wear a bikini at the beach so everyone can see my gorgeous tattoos, but I’ve never been an exhibitionist either. I’ve never flashed my tits at people.

In a crazy twist, I don’t seem to care who sees my nipples. No one has yet, but the idea is kind of titillating. I’m curious to see if what Papi has told me is true—every woman living here is from Earth and wears nothing but a diaper?

Suddenly, I have another concern. What do these women do? Do they have jobs? Where? Will I be able to sing?

Papi tickles my toes again, making me squirm.

“Will I be able to find work here, Papi?”

He frowns. “Work?”

I stiffen. “Yes. You know. Singing. Please don’t tell me you intend for me to stay home cooking and cleaning while you do manly things like work.”

His frown deepens. “You will never cook and clean, Little one. In fact, I don’t want you near the oven or stove. It’s not safe.”

I gasp. “Not safe?” Is he delirious? “I’ve been cooking since I could drag a chair over to the stove to heat up my food. I knew how to start the burner by the time I was about four. Sometimes the only food I had was canned. I learned how to operate a can opener or risk starving.”

His brows are furrowed deeply. “I’m sorry, Little one. That must have been hard. You’ll never be hungry here. I will provide for you, feed you, and clean you up afterward.”

“Do you work?”

He smiles. “I do.”

That’s…vague. “What do you do?”

“I’ve decided not to tell you yet.”

My mouth hangs open. I blink several times. “Why?”

He shrugs. “You’ll see soon enough.” Papi touches my toes again, distracting me.

“Where will I get a job?” I ask this, framing it as though it’s understood I will work somewhere. “I’m a singer, Papi. I want to sing.”

“You can sing all you want, Baby girl. I will never stop you. Your voice is angelic.”

I shake my wobbly head. “No, I mean in front of an audience. I want to perform.”

He grabs my big toe, leans forward, and kisses it. Annoying man. “Females on Eleadia do not stray far from their Papis, Little one. You can feel the bond between us growing. We keep our mates close to us at all times. Those who work out of their homes take their Little ones to work with them. Those who work at home are fortunate enough to keep their mates entertained in their home offices.”

I’m taking short shallow breaths, trying not to cry. My lip quivers. “But I want to sing, Papi.”

He releases my foot and leans closer so that he can set his hands on the sides of my bouncy seat near my head. “Papi will find a way to fulfill your dreams and make you happy, Baby girl.”

Tears leak out, and I can’t stop them or wipe them away. I can’t quite get the message to my hands to lift to my face.

Papi grabs a soft cloth and gently strokes my cheeks. “I love you to pieces, Sara. It hurts me to see you cry.”

“I’m a singer,” I insist.

“I know you are. The best singer I’ve ever heard. I watched you for a long time in the control room before I came down to see you on that stage in person. Do you know why?”

I shake my head. My tears keep falling.

“Partly because I was drawn to your voice and couldn’t bring myself to move, but mostly because I knew as soon as I approached you and you sensed me, you would not be able to continue singing. I wanted you to be able to finish your set. I didn’t want your audience to be deprived of the live music they were enjoying.”

“You did that?” My voice squeaks. It concerns me. I hope it improves soon. I’ll be devastated if I’m not able to sing again. I hear music in my head even now. It needs an outlet. I’m itching to set my fingers on the keys of a piano and bolt out some tunes. Do they even have pianos here on Eleadia? I’m afraid to ask. I don’t want to hear the answer.

He leans closer and kisses me on the nose. “I did. Were those your own songs? I never got a chance to ask you. I didn’t recognize the music, but I don’t know all music on Earth.”

I nod. “They were mine. I was hoping to get noticed,” I murmur. I got noticed all right.

“I haven’t gone through the bag you had with you. It’s in your nursery. I didn’t want to invade your privacy. Did you bring sheet music with you, Little one?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I’m so glad he brought it. I was so wrapped up in him that night I forgot all about my bag. Now I’m just scared I’ll never be able to use it again.

I can’t discuss this further, right now. It won’t even matter what I can and can’t do until I can walk and get my voice back. “Why did you put me down?”

Papi chuckles. “Because I needed to rein in my cock, naughty girl. Would you like me to pick you back up?”

I nod. “Please. I like it when you’re holding me. I like it when you let me nap in your arms instead of putting me down in my crib. It feels good.”

He scoops me up. “I like it, too, Baby girl. It feels so good to hold you.” He brings me to his chest so our fronts are touching as much as possible. He kisses me all over my face until I giggle. “When we touch, our bond grows.”

I snuggle into him, exhausted. “Tomorrow, I’ll walk.”

He chuckles. “You won’t be able to walk that quickly, Little one, but we’ll start working on it.”