Page 22 of His Little Cryptolite

She whines. “Papi…”

I twist her tit, making her wince before I release it.

We’ve reached the basin in the kitchen, and I turn on the water.

“What is this, Papi?”

“This is where I’m going to bathe you, Little girl.”

“In the kitchen?”

“Yep. There’s a basin just like this one in my home, too.”

“You really don’t have bathrooms?”

“Not like the ones on Earth, no. Nothing in an Eleadian bathroom would look familiar to you or accommodate your small stature, so I will wash you in a basin and diaper you. Simple.”

“Gross. What happens when I need to poop?”

“Same thing.”

She scrunches up her button nose. “You seriously intend to wipe my ass and clean poop off me for the rest of my life?”

“Yes, Baby girl. I also intend to discipline you when you use naughty words like ass.”

She sighs.

The water is warm enough, so I plug the bottom of the basin and lower her onto her sweet tush. Pointing to the hooks on the sides of the small tub, I say, “See these?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do I need to cuff your wrists to the edges of the tub while I wash you, or can you be a good girl and sit obediently?”

“I’ll be good, Papi.” Her face distorts as she adjusts her bottom. It has to hurt, especially now that she’s sitting in warm water.

“Hold on to the sides, Baby girl,” I instruct, waiting for her to steady herself before I reach up to remove the band from her ponytail.

“If I get my hair wet, it will be a mess, Papi. I need products to keep it from getting frizzy.”

“I have to wash your hair and every other inch of you, Little one. You will be totally purified when we enter the transport vessel. I suspect your hair will turn out completely different from how you’ve ever seen it after I wash it. From now on, nothing will touch your hair or skin except Eleadian soap.”

As I free her pale-blond locks, she looks up at me with wide eyes. “It will be a disaster, Papi.”

“If it’s inconvenient, I will braid it, Baby girl. Don’t you worry. Let’s see how it turns out first, yeah?”

“Okay.” Her shoulders drop. She’s uncertain. I can’t blame her. I don’t have a clue what to expect either, but I do know this is our only option. Whatever happens, I will manage it.

Allisa is extraordinarily calm compared to the stories I’ve heard about other human females. She’s taking things in stride without much fuss. Of course, I’ve shocked her a dozen times, and I will continue to do so every time I introduce her to something new. But she’s adaptive.

I pour water over her hair and fill my hand with liquid soap. When I start massaging her head, she moans. “Ohmygod. That feels so good. I might be willing to wear a diaper and take a bottle if it means you’re also going to wash my hair.”

I chuckle. “You might be willing, huh?”

“Yeah.”

I can’t stop grinning. I’ve hit the jackpot. I feel like her true personality is coming out. I suspect it’s been repressed for years. I don’t want to make her sad, but I think she needs to talk about what she’s leaving behind, so I decide to ask some questions. “Tell me about your life on Earth, Little one.”

She lifts her head, turns to look at me, and giggles. “Ohmygod. Bradley.”