Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
A gorgeous smile spreads across his face. “That’s my good girl.” He slowly rises until he’s on his knees, straddling me, looking down at me. He lets his gaze roam around my face and hair, touching me reverently. Gentle strokes to my cheeks, my chin, my nose, my eyebrows. It’s like he’s memorizing me. He fingers my hair.
“I’m going to change into comfortable pants, Little one. And then I’m going to remove your clothes and give you a bath.”
As he slides off the side of the bed, my heart races. I push to sitting. “I can take baths by myself, Papi.”
He cups my chin. “From now on, Papi will bathe you, Little one.”
I gasp and shudder. He’s going to see me naked and touch me. I want to argue, but the strange power he has makes me want him to do just that—touch me.
He’s still holding my chin as he leans closer. It’s like he’s waiting for something.
Suddenly I know what he wants. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He kisses my nose and smiles.
My heart beats faster when he praises me. It pleases him immensely when I submit to him. I can already see a pattern developing. He will make demands on me, I will comply, and he will praise me. Is this a healthy arrangement?
“Do not move from this spot, Little one. The bed is high off the floor. I don’t want you to fall.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur breathlessly.
Another kiss to my nose and he turns to pad across the room. With his back to me, he opens a dresser drawer.
I’m stunned as he removes the rest of his clothes, every stitch. I can’t blink as I stare at his firm butt. I start panting. I’ve never seen a man’s butt cheeks before. I find myself wanting to grip them. Thoughts of wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his glutes make me tremble.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
A whimper escapes my lips as he steps into loose black pants, and he’s grinning when he turns around. I kind of hate that I didn’t get to see the front of him, but I might have fainted. I wonder if he intends to have sex with me tonight.
“Your pheromones are intoxicating, Little one,” he says as he saunters toward me.
My breath hitches as he grabs my hips and drags me to the edge of the bed before lifting me off the mattress and setting me on my feet.
He drops to his knees in front of me and eases my cardigan off my shoulders and down my arms.
The man is over two feet taller than me. Kneeling in front of me still doesn’t put us at eye level. He’s looking down at me from a few inches above. “I need to see all of you, Baby girl. I need to wash you. After that, I’m going to taste every inch of your body.”
I gasp. His words are so gentle and so vulgar at the same time. His suggestion is incomprehensible, and yet I want him to do what he’s suggesting. My body burns for him. It’s like he lit a spark inside me, and it’s growing by the minute. I want his gaze on my naked skin. I want his mouth on me.
When my cardigan hits the floor, I feel naked even though I’m still fully clothed. I’m wearing a white T-shirt and white bra under it. A plain white bra and plain white panties. That’s all I own. I don’t think he’s going to be impressed when he sees them.
His hands come to my waist. They’re so huge that his fingers touch at my back while his thumbs stroke just beneath my breasts.
My breath hitches. My legs barely hold me up. The flame is growing. I’m hot, burning from the inside out. My breasts feel heavy, and I want him to touch them. “Papi…”
His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. He does that a lot. It’s like he’s scenting me. “Your arousal smells divine, Little one.”
So, yes. He is scenting me. I’m nervous. “Papi, I’ve never…” My face heats. I don’t know how to tell him how inexperienced I am.
“You’ve never what, Baby girl?” he encourages, setting his forehead against mine.
I lick my lips. “I’ve never done anything with a man at all, Papi. You’re the first person to kiss me.”
“Then we’re even,” he murmurs.
I gasp, my eyes going wide.
He leans back a few inches, grinning. “The only females on Eleadia are the claimed mates who have come from Earth. All of our females died over a century ago in a strange cosmic event. Until we discovered Earth and our compatibility with human females, we were a planet of just males.”
I blink several times, processing what he’s told me. I have so many questions. “Wait, who gave birth to you if all the women died a hundred years ago.”