Page 23 of His Little Cryptolite

I frown. “Who’s Bradley?” It must not be some guy she was dating because she doesn’t look disappointed to leave him. Her eyes are twinkling.

“He’s my boss’s son, and he’s been obsessed with me for months, stalking me, following me everywhere. I’m sure he’s pacing in front of this club even now, waiting for me to emerge.”

I don’t really like this story. Her jovial tone is the only thing keeping me from wanting to hunt this Bradley down and make him pay.

Eleadians are by and large not aggressive people. We’re mostly peaceful, but I don’t like knowing someone was stalking my girl.

She continues, “I came to Club Zoom tonight to escape him. I needed to go somewhere I was certain he couldn’t get to me. To be honest, I really hoped one of you would choose me and take me away from this planet.”

“Why do you want to leave the planet?” I ask. “Aside from this asshole who’s been terrorizing you.”

She shrugs. “I’m not happy. I went to college and got a degree in marketing because my parents wanted me to. Then I got a job with Metford Marketing. It was so prestigious. But it’s also boring as all hell. I’ve been suffocating in a life I don’t like, trying to please my parents, and making a career out of doing something that doesn’t hold my interest.”

“And where are your parents?” I ask as I wash her arms.

“They live nearby. What will happen to them? Should I call them? Oh shit, what about my roommates? I should call them, too. They’re going to freak out when they find out I’ve been chosen. There were four of us. We roomed together in college. Then Bailey came to the club on a dare. Her father was such a dick that I doubt she cared that she got selected. She’s going to flip when I tell her what happened when he found out she was gone.”

“You can see her after you’ve adjusted to your new life, Baby girl. It will give you an incentive to behave.”

She rolls her pretty eyes.

It’s impossible not to smirk at her insolence, but I shouldn’t let it go unmentioned. “I’m going to give you a pass while you’re telling me your story, but as soon as we leave this building andhead for the mothership, you will stop using such naughty words and rolling your eyes disrespectfully. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Papi.”

“I’m going to need to come up with some creative ways to discipline you. I can’t spank you nearly as often as you’re going to need to be punished. That’s already obvious.”

She squirms in the water. “The spanking was weird.”

“Only because you enjoyed it. Lots of Little girls like to have their bottoms spanked. It’s common. It feels good letting your body relax and accept your punishment.”

I support her back as I slide my hand up her front to wash her breasts.

Allisa looks down, gripping the sides of the tub as she watches me run my hand over her tits.

I linger unnecessarily. Her breasts are so soft. They barely fill my palm. They’re perfection. And I love the way her nipples stiffen when I touch them.

“So you’ve seen other boobs, I guess, since you said no one wears a shirt or even a bra.” Her tone is odd.

“Yes, Little one. I’ve seen plenty of boobs. None of them did anything for me because they weren’t attached to my mate. Unlike on Earth, men don’t spend their days ogling females who do not belong to them. It’s not a thing. Our matches are fated, so there is no spark of interest for another Little girl.”

“But, you know mine are small,” she says softly.

I squeeze one and pinch the dainty nipple hard enough to make her breath hitch. “I know yours are perfect. I know every inch of you makes my cock stand at attention. I won’t have you worrying about the size of your titties, Allisa.”

She offers me a wan smile. “I’ll try, but I’m not looking forward to everyone seeing them.”

“You’re not the first Little girl to fret over this topic. Every human female finds the custom odd at first. You’ll get used to it. I promise.”

She shudders. “But nipple rings? Really?”

I chuckle. “Yes, Baby girl, really. I already know exactly what stones I’m going to order for you. The jeweler has a Little girl who has an amazing eye for gemstones. She will pick the perfect pair.”

“She works with her Papi?”

“Yes, Little one, but that’s not a common practice. It’s not as though she has a nine-to-five job like people have on Earth. She simply assists because she has a talent.”

“What do you do, Papi?”