Page 25 of His Little Cryptolite

“I suspect they will.” There’s no sense sugarcoating it.

I pull her against my chest and hug her tightly. “I know it’s hard, Little one. Change is always difficult, but I promise I will make you happy. You will have a full life that lasts long after everyone you’ve ever known is gone from this universe.” I kiss the top of her head. “Time to clean out your bottom, Little one. Lie on your side for me.”

Chapter Nine

Allisa

I’m filled with emotions as Papi spreads out my damp towel and guides me onto my hip. As much as I felt trapped and hated my life on Earth, I’m sad to leave and even sadder to not be able to say goodbye.

I remind myself that I never have to see Bradley again. I never have to get up at the crack of dawn to spend all day at a job I hate. I never have to tell my parents how unhappy I was and disappoint them by quitting my job.

There’s a deep bond forming between me and Papi. It’s so strong that already I hate it when he’s not touching me. I’m facing away from him, and I fidget as he does something behind my back.

I don’t even want to look. I’m certain I don’t want to know what’s about to happen.

I calm significantly when Papi puts his hand on my hip. “Roll toward Papi for a moment so I can inject a calming serum into your titty, Baby girl.”

Trembling, I follow his demand. I should jump off this bed and run from the room. Why would I let this man push a needle from his mouth into my nipple? But there’s no denying I found it oddly enjoyable the first time he did it. So, I don’t fight him as he guides my body partially onto my back.

There’s a pillow behind me, keeping me from rolling any farther than he intends. One of my arms is trapped against the mattress. Papi holds my other hand, bringing that arm away from my body, stretching it out behind me. The position opens up my chest, giving him full access.

Papi spreads his free hand on my tummy, and I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. He’s not gentle. He uses enough suction to cause me to wince. And then he lowers his weird quill into my tender nipple, leaving it for a few seconds before finally releasing my sore tit.

He rubs my tummy before easing his palm up to reverently fondle my boob. When his thumb glides over my offended bud, my entire body tingles. It feels so good that my pussy floods with wetness.

“That’s my good girl. Let the serum calm you, Baby girl.”

It’s working. I’m not nearly as stressed as I was a minute ago. Nevertheless, I whimper as he eases me back onto my side. He palms the back of my thigh and guides my top leg forward. “Bend your knee, Little one,” he says softly.

I whimper as he places a pillow under my knee and settles it bent and pushed up toward my chest. He rubs the back of my thigh. My bottom is tingling from the spanking. I know it’s red.

“Relax, Allisa. Trust Papi to take care of you.” His fingers graze my pussy lips. “I want you to stay in this position while I fill your bottom with clean water. I want your pussy open and vulnerable. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” This entire night is surreal. I’m submitting to a man I’ve never met. I’m naked. He’s done unspeakable things to me.

And I want more.

My breath hitches when he parts my butt cheeks, exposing my forbidden hole. I never imagined anyone would ever see this part of me in my entire life. I assume I would have eventually met a man and gotten married, but he would not have ever touched me there or even looked at it.

I met Papi tonight, and he’s staring blatantly at my anus. When he touches the puckered skin, I flinch. His finger is wet and cold.

“It’s just lube, Baby girl. I’m going to spread it up inside you to help stretch your tight bottom and keep you from getting injured when I insert the nozzle.”

Nozzle? My head spins. I purse my lips, not asking questions. It’s better if I don’t know the answers.

Papi eases his finger into my hole. It feels so strange. Wrong. Dirty. People don’t do this. Maybe sometimes a doctor has to, but no one else.

He grips my hip with his other hand, which is so large he can hold my cheeks open at the same time.

“Such a good girl. Try to relax your bottom, Little one.”

That’s an impossibility. I can’t even breathe. All of my focus is on the fact that his finger is inside my dirty hole. It’s sliding deeper. He’s easing it in and out, stroking nerve endings I never knew existed.

“That’s it… Let it feel good.”

It can’t feel good. Right? But I’m panting.

“Give me your hand, naughty girl.”