Page 19 of His Little Cryptolite

“Relax over the pillow now, Baby girl.”

She’s trembling as she lowers her body into position. The base of the cup is flanged, the lip curling against her thighs, forcing her to keep her knees wide in order to be comfortable.

“Fold your arms under your cheek, Little one, and don’t move them. I don’t want you to reach back and get your hands in the way while I’m spanking you.”

She grumbles as she obeys me. She also parts her knees wider and pulls them up toward the pillow, probably to avoid pinching her inner thighs against the chastity cup.

I have to consciously steady myself as I palm my Little girl’s lower back. She’s beyond precious. I’m impressed by her ability to submit so deeply to me so quickly. It helps that she was clearly exploring her Little side before she came to the club. To a certain extent, she was even in her Little headspace—judging by her outfit and the fact that she was drinking a non-alcoholic girly drink.

Allisa submitted to me from the moment I approached her. She had already sucked my finger and obeyed my orders before she ever saw my face.

I smooth my other hand up and down her thigh, mesmerized by the contrast of our skin. She’s so unbelievably white. There aren’t even tan lines separating the color of her bottom from her thighs. No lines around her breasts either. She either doesn’t go in the sun or she reapplies sunscreen frequently.

She won’t need skin protection on Eleadia. She will be naturally protected from the ingredients in her formula. Nevertheless, I will be hesitant to expose her with skin this pale. I’ll need to speak to the doctors to see if they trust the formula to protect her with certainty, or perhaps I should be careful exposing her until we’re sure even someone as pale as Allisa is fully safe.

I can’t resist the urge to slide my hand from her lower back toward her bottom, palming her little tush as I let my middle finger ease between her cheeks.

Allisa’s body stiffens, and she lifts her head. “Papi…” she whines.

I love her whine. It’s always so small as if she’s only partly protesting. And that’s certainly the case this time, because I smell the spike in her arousal as I gently tease her rear entrance.

I want to explore every inch of her. I want to know what she looks like inside and out. I want to spread these white cheeks and find out if her puckered hole is the same shade of pink as her nipples, clit, and lips.

My girl arches her head back farther as I press the tip of my finger against her forbidden hole. “No…” she moans. There’s no umph behind her protest, and her cream is flowing into the chastity cup.

Unable to resist, I bring my other hand to her bottom and part her cheeks wide. My cock throbs as I stare at my Little girl’s puckered hole. I’ll see it millions of times over the course of our lives. My fingers will be inside this hole every day multiple times. But this is her first exposure and the first time I’m seeing it. So pink.

She clenches, and I watch as the tiny hole pulls up into her body. She’s panting and squirming, but she’s turned on. Not because she enjoys me staring openly at her anus but because she thrives on the deep embarrassment.

I doubt she knew this about herself until minutes ago when I stripped her dress off and popped her bra open. She’s gasping for oxygen as I continue to expose her.

She’s also rubbing her nipples against the bed. Naughty girl.

I lift my hand and give her a firm swat low on her bottom, hard enough to cause her to yelp and lift her chest higher. Sliding a hand under her chest, I wrap my fingers around one of her breasts and lean over to speak near her ear. “Did you just rub these naughty titties against the bed, Allisa?”

She gasps. “I don’t… I… Maybe… Yes, Sir.”

It’s hard for me to keep from chuckling at her stammering response. I never dreamed of being in a position like this. It didn’t occur to me that I would be so rough and firm with my mate when I found her, and certainly not this soon into our relationship.

I’m taking my cues from my Little girl. She’s going to thrive on my deep commanding orders. She’s trembling with uncertainty—but what isn’t deniable is the constant stream of arousal flowing from her body. The chastity cup is going to be full of her essence by the time I finish admonishing her.

“On your knees, naughty girl,” I order. She can’t easily get into such a position by herself, so I flatten my palm against her chest and lift her upright.

It happens so fast that she’s probably a bit dizzy. She grabs onto my forearm. She’s not going to be able to hold this position for long because her knees are obscenely wide.

I spread my fingers so I’m palming my girl’s entire chest, touching both of her breasts and nipples. Keeping her so she’s leaning slightly forward, I reach into the basket of toys and grab yet another device that’s going to make her nearly orgasm.

Holding the toy in front of her, I let it swing by one strap so she can think about the implications.

She licks her lips. Her small hands dig into my arm. “Papi…”

“I’ve only given you a few rules so far. What was one of them, naughty girl?”

She tips her head to look at me with wide eyes. They aren’t teary. She’s intrigued. Maybe I caused this by injecting her nipples with an aphrodisiac. Either way, all that’s doing is enhancing her natural inclination, giving her courage to do things she wouldn’t ordinarily be so willing to experience.

I squeeze one of her breasts. “What was my rule, Allisa?” I say in a firm tone.

“Not to play with my nipples, Sir.”