Page 27 of His Little Cryptolite

It’s so frustrating. I can’t help myself. And he knows it. That’s why he keeps offering more statements meant to embarrass and arouse me—because apparently those two things are one and the same.

“Such a good girl,” he praises again. “It feels so nice to submit to Papi, doesn’t it, Little one?”

I sniffle. “Yes, Sir.” The admission makes me tremble, but I’ll never be able to lie to this man. He’d know.

“The machine is going to suck the water back out of you now. When it’s done, I’ll diaper you and any remaining solution will flow into the absorbent material.”

My breath hitches as a whirring sound fills the room. That would be the machine. Luckily it doesn’t take long, and my tummy feels much better without the pressure.

When Papi grips the expander and pops it out, I blow out a relieved breath.

He guides my hand down to my cheek again. “Hold your bottom open for me, while I take care of the equipment, Baby girl.”

I can’t imagine why this is necessary. Probably it’s not. I suspect there’s no medical reason why he needs my rosebud exposed. He’s forcing me to do this because I’m so horny.

He moves around behind me for a minute, and I don’t dare sway an inch in any direction.

“Good girl.” He eases my fingers from my butt cheek, removes the pillow from behind me, and rolls me onto my back. “Knees bent. Legs wide. Arms above your head, Little one.”

I arrange myself to his specifications and watch as he gathers more supplies. He slides a diaper under me before rubbing a cream all over my pussy. It feels so good that I don’t dare move.

“This is just diaper cream, Baby girl. It will protect your sensitive skin so you don’t get a rash. I’ll always apply plenty of it, because I suspect your pale skin is thinner and more tender than other Little girls’.”

My breath hitches when he lifts the hood from my clit and rubs the little button. “You’ve been so well-behaved. You deserve a reward. Would you like Papi to make you come by rubbing your pleasure button? Or do you think you’re ready for Papi to fuck your little cunt with my finger at the same time?”

My face heats at his vulgar words. He’s so good at that. And he’s waiting for an answer even though he knows exactly what I want and need. “Please, Papi…”

“Please what, Baby girl?”

“Please finger my pussy,” I murmur. “Make me come.”

Papi reaches up to pin my wrists to the mattress before kissing me on the lips.

I love his mouth on mine. It’s so much more intimate than everything else he’s done. He holds my gaze while he kisses me, too. I’m melting for him as he continues to gently stroke my clit.

He licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him, loving the way his tongue now dances with mine. When he finally releases my mouth, he hovers, his face inches from mine. “Eyes on mine, Baby girl.”

I’m looking right at him, but I suspect he’s demanding that I not look away. I won’t.

Papi flips his hand over, presses his thumb against my sensitive nub, and thrusts what I assume is his middle finger into my pussy.

I cry out. The pain is sharp and quick. Unexpected. I shouldn’t be surprised. His finger is probably larger than a human man’s shaft.

Tears come to my eyes as he eases out and presses in again, deeper. It hurts. It feels like he’s tearing my pussy.

“Your cunt is so tight, Allisa. You’re doing so well. I know it hurts. The pain will subside in a moment.” I shudder every time he shocks me with the crude word cunt. He uses it so matter-of-factly. I guess it’s just a word for him. Or more likely he’s been taught that it’s a dirty word and knows that he rattles me when he says it.

How and when did I get so kinky?

The pain ebbs, and something new takes over. Pleasure. It’s intense and persistent, making me writhe and buck against him. I need to come more than I need my next breath.

Suddenly, he curls his finger toward the front of my channel and seems to pinch my pussy between his finger and his thumb over my clit. My eyes roll back as my orgasm consumes me. My entire body shakes violently with the release.

I’m panting as Papi removes his finger gently from my channel, and I watch in shock as he brings it to his mouth and sucks my juices off the digit. It’s even pink from some of my blood.

He doesn’t clean me up. Instead he pulls the diaper around my hips and fastens the sides.

My pussy continues to convulse for some time, more of my wetness leaking into the diaper.