Page 10 of His Little Cryptolite

Tears slide down my temples. I can’t respond. His voice is so calm and pleasant. But his words are as foreign as his planet.

Papi picks up my hand with his free one and brings my fingers to his lips. He holds my gaze while he kisses the tips. Suddenly, something sharp pierces my skin.

“Ouch,” I cry out, trying to tug my hand free of his. What did he prick me with? I don’t see anything.

Papi continues to grip my hand, kissing and licking my fingers. He holds my gaze while he soothes me.

Gradually, I begin to calm as if he’s hypnotizing me. Maybe he is.

“Deep breaths, Baby girl,” he says softly. He never looks away. He’s holding my gaze hostage.

“What was that?” I whine.

“There’s a quill behind my front teeth. I’ll use it frequently to pierce your skin. When I do so, I’ll release a serum into your body. Sometimes I’ll use it to calm you, like now. Other times, I might need to anesthetize you if you have an injury. I can also put you to sleep or inject you with an aphrodisiac that will make you squirm.”

My jaw drops.

He chuckles lightly. “I told you there were a lot of things you need to learn.”

I stare at his mouth. “I don’t see a quill.”

“It retracts behind my teeth, Baby girl. You won’t see it. You’ll feel it when I need you to.”

“I don’t like it.” I tug my fingers free of his grip and look at the tip of my pointer. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s still pulsing from where he pierced me.

“You won’t be familiar with a lot of Eleadian customs, Baby girl, but you’ll get used to them.”

I push out my chin. “On Earth, we negotiate with our partners.”

“On Eleadia we do not, Little one. You need to understand that I traveled a year, round trip, to find you. My primary concern for the rest of my life will be keeping you safe. I won’t take risks with you. That’s why you will not walk without permission. You also will not climb on furniture. It’s up too high. You’ll keep your bottom on the floor at all times and crawl on your hands and knees.”

I’m breathing erratically. My mind is a jumbled mess, trying to keep up. Part of me is excited to enter into exactly the kind of relationship I’ve longed for. The other part of me is scared out of my mind and afraid he’s going to take things too far.

Papi is still holding my gaze as he lifts his hand from my tummy and slides it under my dress before pressing against my bare skin. His touch is warm and soothing, even though I’macutely aware that I need to pee. He’s applying just enough pressure against my bladder to make it impossible to ignore.

“You drank two of those cherry drinks, Baby girl. And then a glass of water.”

I’m well aware of this fact. My legs are hanging over the edge of the mattress, and I squeeze my thighs tightly together. I’m seconds from having an accident. I just told him I’ve never wet myself, but I’ve never been in this type of situation either. One where I was quite so desperate while someone pressed against my bladder.

“Papi…” I whine. It’s a new voice for me. I don’t think I’ve whined since I was a toddler. I reach for his forearm, trying to push his palm away from my tummy.

I’m in the most awkward position. No one has ever touched me so intimately. No one has ever lifted my dress, exposing my panties like this.

“Lift your hands over your head, Baby girl,” he orders in a gentle tone.

I don’t want to. I consider defying him. I shouldn’t let him manipulate me like he’s doing. But I seem to be a slave to his demands. My mind might be shouting at me to shove him away, but my body obeys him. My arms rise above my head against my will.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, sending tingles all over my body. “It feels good to obey Papi, doesn’t it, Little one?”

I nod subtly, again consumed with the sensation that I’m not controlling my head. He’s mesmerizing. There’s a war inside me, but the part of me that wants to be his good girl keeps winning.

He continues to rub my tummy with his giant hand that spans so wide that his pinky grazes the underside of my breasts while his thumb strokes the elastic of my panties.

“Lifting your arms stretches out your body and makes you feel more vulnerable. Your little tits rise higher on your chest. Even with this pretty dress on, you feel more exposed.”

He’s right.

“I can see the hard points of your sweet nipples pressing against the front of your bra and dress, Allisa. I bet they’re small and pink.”