Page 6 of His Little Cryptolite

He inhales deeply near my ear. “I can smell your pussy creaming for me, Little one. It’s the most delightful scent in the universe.”

My face heats at his crude words. He can smell my arousal?

He slides his fingers between my thighs and lightly grips my pale skin. “Spread your knees, Baby girl,” he whispers. Every word is a demand.

I’m shaking as I part my thighs a few inches, opening myself. I’m ten times more aroused, both from my obedience and this new position.

Is anyone watching us? What are they thinking? We must look like we’re about to fuck on this stool.

I don’t give a single fuck what anyone is thinking. This giant of a man is paying attention tome, not them.Me. The only woman in the room who looks absurdly childish. The one in a tiny pink dress and a ponytail. The one who was drinking a Shirley Temple.

“What’s your name, Baby girl?”

“Allisa,” I murmur.

“Allisa… What a pretty name.”

“And your name is Papi?” I ask.

He chuckles, his warm breath hitting my neck, making all the hairs stand on end. “No, Little one. Papi is an endearment Little girls use on Eleadia. It’s what you’ll call me. My name is Crogor.”

“Crogor…” I try it out. It’s an odd name.

“Papi,” he corrects.

I giggle. Is he actually laying claim to me? The idea terrifies and thrills me at the same time.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. It could be Kate or Mary. It could be Bradley. It makes me flinch.

Papi releases my thigh and surprises me by sliding his hand into the pocket of my dress. He grabs the phone, removes it, and puts it in the pocket of his suit jacket.

“Papi…” I murmur.

“We’ll address your phone later, Baby girl. Right now, your focus is on me.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Yes, Sir, or yes, Papi.”

I swallow. He’s so intense. It’s almost scary. “Yes, Sir,” I mumble.

“That’s my good girl. So polite.”

My body shivers. His words slay me.

He plants his huge hand on my tummy next, flattening my dress so that the hem rises almost too far, so close to exposing my panties.

Instinctively, I grip my knees together.

“Allisa…” he warns in a deeper voice. “What did I say about your thighs, naughty girl?”

I gasp. I’m shaking violently now. His thumb grazes the underside of my breast, making my head spin. “Papi…” I whine.

His lips come directly to my ear. He nips the lobe before saying. “Do you want me to spank you?”

My body goes rigid. I shake my head. “No, Sir.” Except I’m lying. Some part of me does want him to spank me. I crave it like a drug. I’ve been curious about having my bottom swatted for weeks.

Papi chuckles sardonically. “Your cream is so potent every inhale is making my cock harder for you, Baby girl.” He deliberately teases my breast again with his thumb. “Has anyone ever spanked your naughty bottom before?”