His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Sara

I’m in a near panic as Papi carries me into the adjoining room. There’s a chair in the middle that reminds me of a dental chair. It’s scary.

Papi lowers me onto the chair and lifts my arms over my head.

Ekert straps me down in several places—my wrists, above and below my breasts, across my hips, and lastly, my ankles, after he sets my legs in wide stirrups.

I’m panting and trembling, partly because I’m embarrassed. I keep forgetting to ask Papi if other people can scent my arousal or if he’s the only one. Maybe I’d rather not know the answer to that question.

Ekert lifts Sophie up and stands her on a stool next to my head. She clasps her hand with one of mine and threads our fingers together. Moral support.

Ekert leans over my chest and pinches my nipples several times, scrutinizing them in a way that’s clinical and titillating at the same time. “Even though her breasts are on the smaller side, her nipples are large enough to support the stones Sophie picked out with ease.”

Papi nods before he moves down to remove my diaper. It’s wet, which is humiliating. I can’t fully control my bladder yet. But no one says a word as he whisks it away, folds it up, and tucks it in my diaper bag. Everything on this planet is reusable. Papi washes my diapers.

My face heats as Papi wipes my folds clean before Ekert moves to stand between my legs. Ekert leans in close and moves my labia around, lifting the hood off my clit and examining me intently.

I hold my breath. This is by far the wildest thing I’ve done since I arrived on this planet. It shouldn’t be. I have a lot of tattoos. I’m aware that this kind of piercing is done by tattoo artists on Earth. I’ve seen plenty of people come into a tattoo parlor for piercings or consultations. I’m certain this is what the artist does. Examine.

Finally, Ekert waves Papi in to look closer. “There are several options. Her clitoris is large enough and protrudes enough to pierce it directly. I don’t often recommend that kind of piercing, especially for a newly arrived Little. It would cause her clitoris to be so sensitive all the time that she wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but her arousal.”

I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed. I know he’s right. Hopefully Papi won’t want that for me.

Ekert strokes my clit.

I nearly jump off the table, except for the million straps.

“Yeah, she’s incredibly sensitive,” Papi agrees.

“Any time a Papi comes in suggesting a piercing directly through the clit, I tell them to spend a week pricking their Little girl’s clit dozens of times with their quill and see how she reacts. Most of the time, she can’t focus on anything except her need to orgasm.”

Papi strokes my inner thigh. “That’s probably not the best option.”

Ekert continues, “Another option is to run a hoop through her clitoral hood and let the stone dangle just below her clitoris. It would hold the hood back all the time so that her sensitive bundle of nerves is exposed and rubs against the stone and the hoop without being continuously tormented by having a hole through it.”

Papi nods. “That sounds more practical. I’ll discuss it with Sara privately and get back to you.”

Blessed angels. At least he’s not going to make a unilateral decision right here on the spot. I’m nervous and uncertain. Also, if they don’t stop touching my clit, I’m going to come. Wetness is leaking out of me and running down toward my bottom.

Ekert continues to tell Papi about other types of piercings. He’s no longer touching my clit, but he’s palpating my labia, and all I can do is hold my breath and pray for them to be done.

I turn toward Sophie. “Do you have other piercings?”

She shakes her head. “No.” Her cheeks grow pink. “I’m not that brave yet.”

Finally they are done, and Papi is sliding a clean diaper under my hips. “Thanks for all your advice. Go ahead and set the stones for her nipples and the ones for her ears.” He glances at me. “Do you like earrings that dangle, Baby girl?”

I nod.

“Let’s do that then,” he tells Ekert.

“I’ll get them set and let you know when they’re ready.”

“I’ll get back to you about any others we might want.”

I’m panting and wet and needy. Even though I shouldn’t like it when Papi makes me come in front of other people, I’m living in a new dimension where such things are not frowned upon. I kind of wish he had stroked my pussy some more before he put my diaper on.

“Let’s arrange a playdate for the girls in a few weeks when Sara is on her feet,” Ekert suggests as Papi unfastens me from the chair.

Papi scoops me into his arms. “That’s a great idea. She needs to make friends.”

I really like Sophie, so I’m excited. I wish my stupid legs would work faster. I vow to do all my exercises this afternoon. I want to walk. I’m tired of lying on my back.

Sophie waves goodbye from the doorway after Papi has me back in my stroller. “See you soon,” she calls out. Ekert has his hands on her shoulders, and I wonder if he’s as strict with her as Raevion is with me about opening the front door or going outside without permission.

I haven’t seen a single Little anywhere alone. In fact, the only place I’ve seen other women is at the park. None of them were alone. They all had a Papi hovering nearby. Papis really take protection to the extreme.

Papi walks back toward our house slowly.

I’m glad. I love the weather here. It’s perfect. And the colors. They are stunning. So vibrant, and there are so many more colors than I’ve ever seen. It’s breathtaking.

When we get back to the house, Papi lifts me out of the stroller and takes me out to the backyard. “I bet you’d like to lie in the sun for a while. It feels so nice out.” He spreads a blanket out on the grass with one hand while he holds me against him with the other. He’s so strong.

Finally, he lowers me to the blanket and sits next to me.

“I’m going to burn,” I tell him, glancing down at my chest. “I need sunscreen. Especially on my boobs.”

He taps my nipples one at a time, grinning. “You won’t burn here on Eleadia, Little one. I know the sun seems brighter, but our foods protect us. The formula you drink has properties that will protect your skin from the sun. I promise.”

“Huh. That’s interesting. Tell me more things about Eleadia. I want to learn everything.”

“Mmm… Let me see. You haven’t seen my duocruiser yet.”

I scrunch my brows. “Duocruiser?”

He nods. “It’s our form of transportation. It’s in the garage. We won’t need it very often because we can walk to most places, but when we need to go anywhere that’s a bit of a distance, we’ll take the duocruiser. It’s like the golf carts you have on Earth except people sit in them single file. It’s narrow. When I drive it, you will sit in a car seat behind me.”

I giggle. “That’s funny. Is there a single cruiser, too?”

“Yep. A solocruiser. Men who don’t have a mate yet own one. I traded mine in before I went to get you from Earth.”

I kick my feet out and wiggle my toes. “Look, Papi!”

He glances down at my feet. “You’re so strong, Little one, and getting stronger every day. And…” He leans in closer and kisses me, “…I’m hearing new tones in your voice.”

My eyes go wide. “You notice that kind of thing?”

“Of course.” He strokes my cheek. “I notice everything about you.”

“But only people who know music notice tones.” Now I’m wondering if Papi knows something about music or if Eleadian males just hear better.

Papi props himself on a hip next to me, sets his palm on my thigh, and kisses me. “I might know a thing or two about music. Will you sing for me, Little one?”

I swallow. “Now?”

“Yes. Your voice is so pretty. I miss it.”

“I’m scared,” I admit. I’m petrified. I sang softly in my crib earlier, but it was scary. I’m so worried about my range.

He kisses me again. “It’s just me here, Little songbird. I would never judge you. Sing for me. Keep it soft so you don’t injure your vocal cords.”

I clear my throat and close my eyes, letting myself go into my head where I can see the music. I’ll sing him something I wrote myself. I bet I could write amazing music here because it’s so beautiful. I bet anything I write from now on will be totally different from what I’ve written before.

Happy, uplifting tones come to mind. Colorful to match my new world. Sexy to match my new love life. I don’t think I want to sing something from my previous life. I need something new.

I hum for a while as a tune comes together in my head. It’s nothing really. Not yet. Just notes.

I’m aware that Raevion is staring at me. His fingers are idly stroking my thigh. It’s not meant to be particularly sexual, but every touch from Papi is sexual, and the feel of his fingers is fueling my creativity perhaps more than anything else around me.

I keep humming, and eventually words come to mind. There’s no structure, but that’s okay. I can feel the song in my soul, random words and thoughts coalescing. I hum and sing. “…all the colors in the rainbow can’t compare to…” I hum some more. “…pure like the air…” Hum. “sweet tastes and gentle kisses…”

Eventually I stop singing and open my eyes.

Papi is staring down at me. He’s grinning wide. There are tears in his eyes. “Sara… That’s so beautiful. You’re so talented. Did you make that up just now?”

I nod, my cheeks heating. “My range isn’t there for some of my older stuff,” I murmur.

“It will come, Baby girl, but if it never did, you still have so much.” He kisses all over my face. “Your music touches my soul.”

“Will I be able to sing here, Papi?” My lips tremble as I ask. He evades me every time I inquire about my job prospects.

“You’ll be able to sing, Little one, but not on a stage. Not like you’re picturing. We don’t have that sort of thing here.”

“You don’t have bars and clubs where people perform?”

He shakes his head. “No, but more importantly, our females are all like you—coddled, protected, submissive. They don’t hold down public jobs. They don’t dress in slinky evening wear or any other costumes like you’re used to. We have music. Our own music is all produced by men, but we also have every type of music from your planet. We’ve brought it here. You can listen to anything you want. We have all your books, too. It takes a while for the latest releases to get here from Earth because everything comes when one of us returns with a mate.”

I manage to reach for his arm and squeeze it with my semi-functional hand. It’s a relief to know I’ll have access to music and books. “What about movies and television?”

“We get that, too, Little one.”

“But…” I’m still sad about my own singing. I look away as tears fill my eyes.

Papi kisses my cheeks. “You will sing, Baby girl, just not in front of an audience.”

“Where would I sing? How would I get discovered?”

Papi’s smile grows. “I’ll show you.”