My heart is racing. He’s so confident. I never would have guessed he was also a virgin. Somehow that does not soothe me. It’s not as though it makes us even. After all, I’m a trembling mess, and he’s rock steady, his thumbs now stroking the undersides of my breasts.
“I’m not wearing sexy lingerie,” I blurt out.
He smiles and rubs his nose against mine again. “I don’t care what you’re wearing, Baby girl. I’m two seconds from removing every stitch of clothing. You’ll never wear anything like this again.”
I tip my head back and moan as his thumbs continue to torment me. It’s hard to focus. My nipples are pressing firmly against my bra. They ache for attention. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced in my life.
I wonder what kind of clothing I will wear on Eleadia, but I’m too distracted to ask. I can’t think with him touching me.
Suddenly he slides his hands under my shirt and pushes it up. “Lift your arms, Baby girl.”
I obey him, shivering as the cool air hits my skin.
“Good girl.”
God, I love it when he says that. It makes me want even more of what he’s offering. I want everything. I just met this man, and I’m on fire for him. I know it’s partly because of whatever he injected me with, but I don’t care.
Perhaps I’m truly hypnotized. That’s fine. I can be hypnotized if this is what it feels like.
Papi reaches around to my back and pops the hook of my bra.
Another hard shudder shakes me as my breasts are exposed. “How do you know how to unhook a bra?” I ask.
“Videos, Little one. Hundreds of videos. During the six-month journey to Earth, I watched them and learned everything I needed to know about how to take care of my mate.”
The embarrassingly plain bra falls to the floor, and my Papi lowers his gaze to stare at my chest. “You’re the most beautiful creature in the universe,” he whispers.
He certainly makes me feel pretty. Between his soft words and his intense gaze, I feel like a goddess. Then again, I’m the first live woman he’s seen in the flesh.
“Your little pink nipples are precious,” he murmurs a moment before bending to capture one in his mouth.
I rise onto my toes and moan loudly as he sucks my hard bud. My stomach tightens. A need is growing inside me. It’s not a sensation I’m familiar with. I don’t understand it at all. I assume this is arousal. It’s so powerful I want to strip off my jeans and beg him to make love to me.
Papi releases my nipple with a wet pop and flicks his tongue over the swollen bud, making me ache. With a low growl, he grabs me around the waist and rises, lifting me off the floor to lower me onto the bed again.
I swear he’s purring as he removes my shoes and socks before reaching for the button on my jeans. All I can do is watch as he lowers the zipper next and then tugs the denim over my hips.
Seconds later, the only scrap of clothing on me is my panties. I’m so close to the edge of the mattress that my legs are hanging off the side.
Papi slides his palms up my thighs, inhaling again.
I’m out of control, and I know it’s his fault. “You drugged me,” I whimper. “Your weird quill is making me horny.”
He chuckles. “No, Baby girl. Not this time. The only thing I’ve injected you with so far is a calming serum. The reason you’re aroused is because you are my mate. It’s fated. The Universe has decided you’re mine, and that determination is not somethingeither of us can ignore or deny. I can inject you with an aphrodisiac anytime I want, but I have not yet.”
Holy cow. I can’t imagine how much more powerful this magnetic pull would be if he did that.
Papi slowly lowers my panties down my body and tosses them to the floor. “Bend your knees, Little one. Set your feet on the edge of the mattress and open your legs wide for me.”
My heart is racing. I can’t believe what he’s just said. Perhaps I’ve misheard him. There’s no way I can open my legs like that. I’m too embarrassed. The lights in here are bright. He will see all of me. My face is flaming.
He sets his hands on either side of my waist and leans over so his face is inches from mine. “Do you know what happens to naughty Little girls who don’t obey their Papis?”
I can’t breathe. Once again his tone does not match the crudeness of his words. I don’t move. I can’t. I’m not prepared to hear the answer.
He drops a kiss on my lips before continuing, “Naughty Little girls get their bottoms spanked. Do you need Papi to spank you before your bath, Bailey?”
My face grows hotter. Spank me? A rush of wetness leaks out of me. I can’t stop it. The tightness in my tummy increases. It hurts. I need something, and I don’t know what it is. I just know the clenching isn’t going to subside until I get it.
