Page 11 of His Little Cryptolite

I shudder, whimpering.

“Now, bend your knees, pull them up, and let them fall open wide against the mattress, Baby girl.”

“Papi…” I’m scared. Scared of losing myself. Scared of becoming a slave to this dark mysterious man who is manipulating me.

“You won’t hesitate when Papi tells you to do something, Little one. You’ll learn to follow my orders immediately to avoid my palm on your naughty bottom.”

My lips quiver. I’m overwhelmed. He’s asking too much of me.

“I know it’s hard at first. It’s against your nature. Human females aren’t accustomed to following orders. But in your heart, you know you were born to submit to me. You’ve been waiting your entire life for this moment.”

Is he right?

“You were always destined to be my Baby girl, Allisa. From the beginning of time.”

“Is that why you picked me?” I whisper.

“I didn’t choose you, Little one. Fate did. She doesn’t make mistakes. I’ve been at Club Zoom for four nights, watching and waiting for my perfect mate to come into the club. If you hadn’t come tonight, I would have remained waiting until you did.”

My breath hitches. “Really?”

“Yes, Baby girl. You’re mine. We will spend centuries together, you and me. A few months after we arrive on myplanet, we’ll be so in tune with each other that we’ll operate as a well-oiled machine, practically one living being.”

His words frighten me and intrigue me at the same time. I want to belong to someone. I want to belong tohim. But it’s really scary.

“Spread your legs, Baby girl. Do as Papi says. Your pussy is creaming for me. I want to smell it stronger.”

It’s weird that he can smell me. Or maybe it isn’t so strange. I can smell him, too. He has a unique scent that I can’t place. Masculine. Dominant. Is that a scent? Perhaps he smells like his soap. Clean. Fresh. None of the smells are familiar to me.

His palm digs into my tummy, reminding me that he’s waiting for my obedience.

I fight tears as I pull my shaky knees up and spread them. I’m voluntarily submitting to this man who insists there will be no negotiating. Cool air hits my wet panties. My cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“That’s a good girl.” He removes his hand from my belly, towering over me as he uses both pointers to trail along the straps of my dress and then down toward the bodice.

I arch my chest off the bed when he grazes over my nipples, so horny I can’t focus.

“This dress is so pretty, Baby girl. Feminine and delicate. It suits you, doesn’t it?”

I give a slight nod. “Yes, Papi.”

He glances down. “Your panties match. I bet your bra does, too.”

I swallow.

“I’m going to remove your clothes, Little one. I want to see your breasts and those tight little nipples.”

Goosebumps rise all over my body. My nipples are so hard they ache. I want him to see them. I want him to touch them.

I’m ridiculously attached to this man I just met. I can’t stop it.

Chapter Five

Crogor

The connection I feel toward this Little girl is ten times more powerful than I anticipated. I was told what to expect, but there is no way to grasp the magnitude of the bond until one experiences it themselves.

I was late entering the club tonight. To be honest, I’d been upstairs, pacing, deliberating the value of this trip. I was feeling impatient and frustrated that I’d been here four nights without meeting my mate.