His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Sara

This man drives me bananas. He’s so playful, but I also know he’s not kidding. Every time he threatens to punish me, his threat makes me squirm. The most maddening part about that is he knows when I’m horny. He can scent it.

I’m often trembling with need. It happens every time he comes near me, and he’s almost always with me. When he touches me, it grows. When he presses our chests together, our connection is explosive. When he strips my diaper off and puts his fingers inside me, I combust.

I can’t stop thinking about him spanking me. What if I like it? That will embarrass me because he will know it. But, on the other hand, he already knows I will like it. He’s so frustrating.

The idea of him tormenting me with his quill and leaving me needy does not sound pleasant. It sounds like torture. But I have an idea. I want him to show me everything, and I want him to do it now while I’m not in trouble. I want to experience all these things he’s threatening me with. Maybe if he does, I won’t be nearly so inclined to misbehave.

On the other hand, maybe I’ll be more inclined to misbehave.

“Spank me,” I say. I’m already panting. My arms and legs are stronger today. I can’t pull myself up, but I can stretch my limbs, and I have way more control over them.

Papi lifts me up higher so he can kiss me. He holds me against his face as he sets his forehead against mine. “Are you sure, Baby girl?”

“Very sure.”

He stands, cradling me. He doesn’t have to support my head anymore. I hope I’m truly advanced for day four. I want to be mobile. It’s frustrating lying on my back all day.

Papi moves to the couch. Still cradling me, he holds my gaze while he removes my diaper. As soon as I’m naked, I stretch out my legs, pulling them together. I spend so much time with my knees bent because I can’t straighten them around the bulk of the soft material I’m always wearing.

Papi slides a hand down my chest and lower until he wiggles a finger between my tight legs to find my clit. When he touches it, I arch and writhe. “Spread your knees, Sara,” he commands in his most dominant voice.

I let them fall open. I can’t look away from his face as his gaze travels up and down my naked frame, reverently soaking me in.

“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he murmurs.

I whimper. His voice alone can make me whimper, but when he says things like that, I feel as sexy as he says I am.

“One of the benefits of keeping our females diapered is that they can’t fully close their legs,” he continues, stroking between my folds now, driving me wild. “Do you know why I like that?”

I nod. I do know why. “Because you can scent my arousal better.”

He smiles. “Yes, but also forcing your legs open contributes to your arousal.”

He’s right. When I’m lying in my crib with my knees bent and splayed open wide, my pussy feels so exposed and needy. There’s no other position to get comfortable in besides that one. I can stretch my legs out straight anytime I want, but it’s awkward to leave them that way, so I bend my knees and let them fall wide.

My heart is racing as I watch him looking at me. I know he’s going to spank me in a minute. I won’t rush him. There is nothing better in the universe than the way Papi looks at me with such adoration in his eyes.

Finally, he carefully turns me over so my cheek rests on his thigh, facing the room, my breasts hang between his legs, and my tummy presses against his other thigh. My legs settle against the couch cushions.

Papi rubs my bottom and the backs of my thighs. The only sound in the room is our combined heartbeats, which are in sync. When he grabs a couch pillow and lodges it between my knees, I moan. My need shoots through the roof.

Is it rational that I’m so horny simply from having my legs parted several inches?

Papi pulls my arms above my head and settles my hands against the cushions at his opposite hip. “I’m going to hold your wrists this time so your arms don’t reach back involuntarily. In the future, when I spank you, I will clasp them at your lower back to keep you from bucking, but you don’t have the strength to lift your hips today.”

He’s right. I dig in with my knees, but I can’t lift my torso off his lap.

He strokes the backs of my thighs and my bottom with light fingers that draw goosebumps all over my skin. When he dips his fingers between my legs and strokes through my folds, I moan.

“Normally, when I spank you to punish you, I will not let you come. I might touch your pussy to frustrate you, but I won’t allow you to orgasm.”

My lips part. I can’t get enough oxygen.

He trails his fingers between my labia again, dragging my copious wetness toward my bottom before circling the tight rosebud and tapping it.

I start panting heavily.

“You know what I think my Little girl likes?” he murmurs. “I think she likes to be forced to enjoy my touch, and the fact that you don’t have control over your body yet is creating a type of restraint.”

I try to absorb his words. It’s hard because he’s teasing my rear entrance with that maddening finger. If I could, I would arch my ass into his touch, encouraging him to penetrate me there.

I had no idea I would enjoy anal so much, but I do. It’s naughty, and everything about my new life is naughty. Forbidden. And yet, it’s the norm on Eleadia. So I guess it’s not so forbidden here.

“Papi…”

He moves his finger away from my rosebud without penetrating me and palms my ass. His hand is so huge it covers my entire butt. “I’m going to start gently, Baby girl, and build up as you get used to the sensation. You might have confusing emotions. That’s normal.”

My chest is heaving, making my entire body lift and lower over his thighs. If I could, I would rub my nipples. I can’t, though. They dangle between his legs, needy and desperate.

The first swat makes my breath hitch, but it doesn’t hurt. The next swat isn’t as jarring. I’m ready for it.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly while Papi spanks me several more times before rubbing my heated skin. “How does that feel, Baby girl?”

“Good, Papi.” I think I like it, but I know he’s just getting started. Soon, he will strike me harder.

“Shall I continue?”

“Yes, please.” I squeeze my thighs together around the pillow, which only draws attention to the fact that I can’t. They’re spread wide. My pussy is exposed and dripping.

Papi swats harder, his palm moving around my bottom to cover every inch of my skin. It’s the oddest sensation. There is nothing that compares to it. It burns. My ass is hot. Every spank vibrates my body and draws awareness to my needy pussy.

I want him to fuck me. Anything. I’d settle for him thrusting his fingers into my pussy or even my ass. The need is growing.

He lowers his palm to the backs of my thighs, slapping against them over and over until they are also hot and stinging.

I go someplace in my head. Someplace warm and happy. It’s so strange. Why am I warm and happy while Papi spanks me? Shouldn’t I be angry and frustrated?

My attention centers on two things: the burn and the need. They intermingle, making me desperate.

When he stops spanking me, he lifts his hand off me entirely.

I cry out. Why isn’t he touching me anymore? “Papi…”

He is still holding my wrists, and he sets his other hand on the back of my knees. “Feel the heat, Baby girl.”

“Stings…” I mutter. I squirm, trying to silently beg him to touch me again. “Please…”

“I can smell your arousal, Little songbird. My spanking made you very horny.”

I nod as best as I can. “Yes, Papi. Please…”

“If you had been a naughty girl who broke Papi’s rules, I would leave you like this, hold you down and force you to endure the desperate need to come until it subsides and leaves you frustrated.” He grips the back of my knees. “You won’t like it.”

I don’t like it. It’s awful.

“You’ll think twice about defying Papi, won’t you, Baby girl?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir. Please… I’ll be good.” I’d do just about anything to get him to touch my pussy. It won’t take much. One swipe and I will come.

He finally slides his hand slowly up my inner thigh. “Where do you need Papi to touch you, Little one?”

“Anywhere,” I breathe out.

He lifts his hand and sets it on the small of my back. “Here?” he teases.

I groan. “Papi…” I shake my bottom.

A moment later, he thrusts a finger into my pussy with no warning.

I scream. It feels so good that I orgasm immediately. That’s how close I was. My tight channel clenches his finger hard, pulsing a dozen times before it finally lets up.

Papi isn’t done with me yet, though. He adds a second finger before my orgasm can fully subside, and he twists his hand so that he can rub my clit with his thumb at the same time.

I lift my head, a keening sound escaping my lips. I’m floating. The only thing tethering me to this planet is Papi’s hand on my wrists as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

I’m going to come again. I’m so close. He drives me wild.

He releases my wrists, and a moment later, I hear him sucking. Sucking his fingers? I’m confused as he sets that hand on my heated bottom. Gripping my burning skin, he slides his middle finger between my butt cheeks and thrusts it into my bottom.

I cry out at the welcome intrusion, realizing he’d been sucking his finger to get it wet before penetrating me. I buck and arch, but I’m no match for Papi. I never will be, but without the full strength of my body, I’m particularly vulnerable.

That’s the last straw. My world stops for several seconds, and then I plummet into that amazing sensation, my orgasm taking me off this planet and into the stratosphere.