His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Sara

I’m shaking with need. My entire body. I bring my legs in close to my chest, squeezing them together. The only times my thighs ever touch are when Papi has my diaper off to give me a bath, and even then, he nudges my knees apart over and over. He likes me to keep my thighs wide. It’s because he’s psychic and evil and knows how aroused I get when I’m spread open.

Papi surprises me by gently rolling me to my side. For a moment, he lets me keep my thighs tight against each other while he rubs my hip and my back. “Your strength amazes me,” he says softly.

After a minute, he sets his palm on the back of my top thigh and guides that knee up closer to my chest, forcing my legs to part, exposing my pussy to the air. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed about your reaction to the probe, Baby girl. It’s common.”

I whimper. My mouth falls open as I arch my body, and my arousal increases.

We’re alone now. What is Papi going to do? I hope he’s going to give me the relief I crave without an audience. He holds my top leg up high and uses his other hand to stroke through my folds while he kisses my hip.

He trails a finger from my hip to my thigh. “This tattoo is gorgeous, Little one.” I realize he’s tracing the length of the vine. “I want to kiss every one of these thorns on this vine. One day soon I will.”

He leans over me and holds my gaze while he eases a finger into my tight channel, making me gasp and squirm.

“It’s okay to make noise. No one will care if you scream when you come, but be aware, these walls are not thick. Everyone will hear you if you don’t keep your voice down,” he warns me.

I’m trembling with need. I don’t care who hears me. I’ve been desperate for so long I can’t think straight.

Papi drags his thumb between my labia and trails it back to my rectum before easing that soaked digit into me. It’s not as wide as the probe that was just inside me, but it’s Papi’s thumb, and it’s so erotic the way he’s holding me on my side, kissing me gently everywhere, and now filling my bottom.

I’m close to orgasm from just the naughtiness of him touching me there . But he doesn’t leave me hanging. He strokes through my folds with his fingers, grazing my clit over and over until I’m wound tight. Finally, he thrusts two of his enormous fingers into my pussy. “Come, Baby girl.”

I arch my body and obey him, my orgasm powerful like every release he gives me, but this time, I manage not to scream. I’m sure I made a few unhuman noises, but hopefully the entire clinic didn’t hear me.

That afternoon, Papi straps me into the stroller and takes me to the park. The waiting room was empty when we got to the clinic earlier, so this is the first time I’m seeing other women—other Little girls—who’ve come from Earth to live here with their mates.

My eyes are wide as Papi angles my stroller so I can watch the other women playing while he sits next to me on a park bench. It’s shocking. For a long time, I can barely breathe. Intellectually I knew what to expect. Papi told me. But seeing other women playing like Little girls on the playground is not the same as hearing about it.

There are six women here, right now, and all six of their Papis are gathered nearby, talking to each other while they keep a close eye on their mates.

It’s surreal. All of them have either pigtails or braids. They’re wearing nothing but diapers. And most shocking, they all have their nipples pierced. Hoops with a variety of stones dangle from their tips.

“When will you pierce my nipples?” I ask softly.

“Whenever you’re ready, Baby girl. I’ve spoken to Ekert. He’s the jeweler who will design your hoops.” Papi leans forward next to me and points toward the swings where a blond woman is flying high. “See the Little girl with the blond pigtails?”

“Yes.”

“That’s Sophie. Ekert is her Papi. I’ve heard Sophie has an amazing eye for high quality gemstones. She has already chosen some pretty ametrine stones and set them aside for you to look at when you’re ready.”

I twist my head toward Papi and smirk. “You act like I have a choice.”

He chuckles. “Eventually you will get your pretty nipples pierced, Sara. It’s inevitable. However, we don’t usually rush our Littles to get them done. Most Littles do it soon after the first few weeks. It’s customary. Some wait a bit longer.”

I lick my lips, wanting clarification. “But it’s not optional.” Nothing in my life seems to be optional. I do whatever Papi tells me to do at all times. I’m aware that if I don’t, I will be disciplined. He’s holding back because I’m still so weak, but when I get stronger, he will spank me when I misbehave. That is clear.

Papi draws in a deep breath and turns my stroller slightly to meet my gaze more directly. I’m strapped into the stroller in a five-point restraint system that will eventually prevent me from leaning forward. It’s superfluous right now because I don’t have the ability to lean anywhere yet.

My arms are lying rather uselessly at my sides. I can sort of lift them with great effort, but I can’t really control them to specifically reach for something.

Papi surprises me by cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple. Right here where anyone could see if they look our direction.

My breath hitches. “Papi…”

“I know we’ve only known each other a few days, Sara, but it seems like much longer, and we know each other better than we would otherwise because of the strong bond between us. Have you ever in your life felt the kind of connection you feel with me?”

I shake my head. “No, Papi,” I murmur.

He flattens his palm between my breasts. “Do you feel the love between us in your heart?”

I nod. I really do. It’s so strong. I already knew it before we left Earth. I knew it before he lifted me off that stage and carried me away from my life.

“If I were a human and we lived on Earth, would you marry me and wear my ring?”

I nod again. My heart is racing.

Papi’s warm palm is still resting between my breasts, but his hand is huge, and he’s caressing one nipple with his thumb while the other side of his palm presses against my other nipple.

He leans in closer and kisses my forehead. “I know you don’t care if I pierce your nipples, Baby girl. In fact, I’m certain you’re looking forward to it because you understand how much it means to me. You’re not questioning the piercing. You’re asking me if you will always have to obey me in all things. And the answer is yes. You will. But it won’t be a struggle. You’ll obey me because you’ll want to. You’ll obey me because you’ll understand how strongly I feel about you, how much I love you, and how badly I want you to be safe.”

I swallow over the lump in my throat as deep emotions well up inside me.

“Some Little girls are scared to get their nipples pierced. Some hold out because they’re stubborn. But eventually they all cave for the reasons I just listed and so many more. How do you think you’d feel if you came to the park and played with the other Little girls day after day for weeks or months and you were the only one who never got her pretty nipples pierced? Peer pressure would eventually win. Not because you’d want to conform to the others but because your unadorned nipples would be a symbol to anyone who saw them that you had not fully committed to your Papi yet.”

Tears leak out of my eyes and run down my cheeks.

Papi lifts his hand from my chest to cup my face, and I lean into his touch. I’m scared about so many things. There is so much I don’t know yet. Everything is so new and frightening. I’m worried about my voice and whether or not Papi is going to let me perform when I get stronger. I’m worried that he’s not going to let me sing for people because it’s not something that’s done here on Eleadia.

My worries are real, and they run deep, but I’m not hesitant about my feelings for Papi. I love him deeply already even if it isn’t rational. I know I love him, and I want everyone else to know it, too.

Papi rubs my tears away with his thumb.

My voice squeaks when I speak again. “When can I get the pretty nipple rings, Papi?”

He smiles. “I don’t think any Little girls have done it this soon, Baby girl. There is no rush. But we can go see the stones anytime you’d like if you want to.”

I smile and manage to kick my bare feet out. “I’d like that.”

Papi sits taller and waves a hand toward a man who is now pushing Sophie on the swing.

“Is that Ekert?”

“Yes.”

Ekert stops the swing, helps Sophie down, and takes her hand as the two of them make their way toward us.

I can’t help but smile at how carefree and happy Sophie looks. She’s grinning wide and skipping alongside her Papi. The hoops on her nipples bounce with her every step. I’m pretty sure the stones are diamonds. They’re nearly clear and sparkle as the bright Eleadian sun hits them.

When they reach us, Papi rises, and Ekert holds out a hand to shake. “Raevion. How are you?”

“So good.” Papi sets a hand on my shoulder as he resumes sitting next to me. “This is Sara.”

Ekert squats down in front of me so we are eye-to-eye. He pulls Sophie between his legs and keeps an arm around her waist. “Nice to meet you, Sara. This is Sophie.”

Sophie gives me a little wave. She’s pale-skinned, and her cheeks are rosy. I think she’s shy.

It’s hard not to stare at her nipples. It’s so strange seeing all these women with no clothes on, breasts bare, nipples sparkling with gemstones. When will I get used to this?

“Your tattoos are so pretty,” she tells me softly.

“Thank you.”

Sophie relaxes slightly. “I helped my Papi pick out the prettiest ametrine stones for you.”

“Thank you,” I repeat. “Maybe I could see them.” I glance at Papi. I assume this is why he asked them to come over.

“Anytime you’d like,” Ekert responds, glancing from me to Papi. “How many days have you been home?”

Papi chuckles. “Three. Sara is a curious Little one. She’s already anxious to see the pretty stones.”

Ekert smiles. “That’s wonderful. Why don’t you come tomorrow?”

I swing my feet out slightly with excitement. I can’t wait until I have better motor control. It’s frustrating being immobile. I lower my gaze to the diamonds again. “Did it hurt?” I murmur.

Sophie shakes her head, causing her blond pigtails to swing around. “No. It won’t hurt at all. Your Papi will numb your nipples with his quill. You won’t feel a thing.”

Oh, right. I hadn’t thought of that.

Ekert has his arm around Sophie’s middle right below her breasts, and he slides his hand up to cup one of her pale breasts and toys with the hoop.

Sophie arches her chest. “Papi…” she complains.

He chuckles as he releases her nipple and kisses her shoulder. He looks at me. “Tell Sara how the piercings feel now, Baby girl,” he encourages.

Sophie sighs and rolls her eyes before meeting my gaze again. “The piercings will make you hyper aware of your titties all the time, especially when your Papi plays with them, and most especially if he licks them because Papis are meanies who like to torment us all the time with their saliva.”

Both men chuckle.

Ekert squeezes Sophie tighter before he stands, grabs her around the hips, and lifts her into the air in front of him. He brings her high off the ground and wraps an arm under her diapered bottom, so high that her breasts are in front of his mouth.

To emphasize her point, Ekert wraps his mouth around one of Sophie’s nipples and laps it with his tongue until she’s squirming and moaning against him.

It’s so erotic, and I’m stunned that he’s so open about teasing her in public.

My heart is racing as I watch him switch to the other nipple. He completely ignores us as he teases her mercilessly.

It’s irrational, but I think even I can smell her arousal. She’s whimpering and thrashing in his arms.

When he finally squats back down, lowering her to settle her on his knee, she’s dazed and confused. Her eyes are glassy, and her nipples are hard, swollen points. She’s trembling with need—the same need I feel from watching them.

Sophie sighs as she sets her head on her Papi’s shoulder. “Meanie…” she mutters.

Ekert chuckles as he rises, settling her on his hip. “We’ll see you tomorrow then.”