Page 21 of His Little Cryptolite

Allisa moans, squirming in my arms. Her cunt is fucking soaked. Her scent is so strong it seems like they can smell it on the mothership from here.

I lower her onto her tummy. “Hands under your cheek again, Baby girl.”

She fidgets. The cups can’t be comfortable, but they won’t injure her. I’m just glad there were a stack of them in the basket because I definitely needed the smallest size. They only extend a few inches from her chest.

With the new addition, she’s even more gorgeous. Legs wide, pussy open, tits hanging with no contact. The only thing needed to complete this look is a red-hot bottom.

Palming her lower back again, I line my other hand up with her ass and slap her hard. If she weren’t so turned on, I would take my time and warm her up, gradually introduce her to spanking. But that’s not what she needs.

She might not have known this about herself, but she suspected. After all, she clearly did some homework.

My Baby girl purrs as I spank her. Instead of stiffening, she relaxes into the mattress, her small hands flat against the bed under her cheek. She even lifts her bottom higher than the pillow is forcing, silently begging for more.

I give her exactly what she needs, swatting her dozens of times until I decide she’s had enough. For one thing, her ass is bright red and hot to the touch. For another thing, she’s close to reaching orgasm.

When I stop, she cries out in frustration. Her body finally stiffens. “Papi…” Her whine is precious.

“Deep breaths, Little one. I know your clit and titties are throbbing. Ride through the need. You won’t get an orgasm after Papi gives you a naughty-girl spanking.”

She starts crying. “Papi…”

“I know, Baby girl. I can smell how desperate you are. Your pussy is so needy you can almost come without me touching it.”

Sobs wrack her body, and she fists her hands under her chin. “Hurts…”

She’s not referring to the spanking. She’s talking about the knot in her tummy that’s tight from denial.

“I know it’s not comfortable, Little one. Punishments are meant to be unpleasant. If you don’t like the sensation of being denied release, you won’t do naughty things.”

I rub her back and thighs, avoiding her hot bottom, letting it sting.

“I bet that little chastity cup between your legs is filled with your juices.”

Allisa sniffles. “Meanie.”

I chuckle. “And your titties? I bet they’re desperate for attention, too, hanging loose without any contact.”

“Big meanie.”

Fuck, I love this girl. With my whole heart. She’s my world. My life.

I reach for the clasp at her back and unfasten it. Afterward, I undo the restraints around her legs.

My girl slouches deeper into the pillow as I remove the cup from between her legs. She sighs in relief. It’s impossible not to smile as I lift her off the bed, leaving the breast cups behind.

Allisa winces as I turn her to prop her up on my hip. Her wet pussy presses into my bare skin. I feel like she’s marking me, and I like it. Too bad when I truly mark her with my essence, it will send her into a sexual frenzy. The same doesn’t happen when her juices get on my skin.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her from the bedroom. “Where are we going, Papi?”

“Time for me to give you a bath. You’ll feel ten times better after I wash you with Eleadian soap in Eleadian water. And you’ll feel twenty times better after I feed you a bottle of formula—also made with Eleadian water. It will flush the toxins out of your system.”

“Toxins?” She bounces on my hip.

I swat her sore bottom, making her yelp. “You are the naughtiest Little girl I’ve ever met,” I chastise, chuckling. “I just punished you, and yet you’re blatantly rubbing your pussy and your titties against me.”

When I reach up to tweak one of her nipples, she gasps, batting at my hand.

I grip her small bud harder. “Behave.”