Page 39 of His Little Cryptolite

I glance back and forth between them. She’s right. I hadn’t thought of that. I’ve only met Sophie a few times, but she has white-blond hair, pale skin, and blue eyes just like Allisa. I assume it’s shocking because Allisa has told me her hair color is rather rare on Earth.

Ekert chuckles as he opens the door wider. First, he nods toward me and then addresses my Little girl. “It’s nice to meet you, Allisa. Please, come in.”

Sophie is holding on to his leg, but she bounces excitedly on her toes as we enter.

After shutting the door, I squat down to set Allisa on her feet, keeping my arm around her. She hasn’t stood on her own for over six months, and it’s not something I’m going to allow, especially in light of the fact that we’ll be embarking on a deeper level of regression. But I want her to be able to face Sophie eye-to-eye and make friends.

“What do you say, Baby girl?” I prompt. She hasn’t uttered a word yet even though she did release the pacifier, which now dangles from the ribbon.

She tips her head back to look up at Ekert first. “Nice to meet you, Sir.”

I give her hips a squeeze. “Good girl. Such nice manners.”

Her cheeks pinken at my praise. I’m not surprised. She’s embarrassed at being called out for something so babyish in front of other people.

Luckily, Sophie breaks the ice again when she points at Allisa’s pacifier. “That’s such a pretty color of binky. I haven’t seen one like that before.” She tips her head back to look up at Ekert. “Can I get one like that, Papi?”

Ekert strokes her hair indulgently. “I don’t think so, Little one. I saw that style at the clinic the last time we were there and asked Chadka about it. It’s not the right type for you, Sophie.”

She humphs. “Poop. It’s pretty.”

Allisa picks it up and strokes her lips with the nipple. I know she wants to put it in her mouth. She’s trying really hard not to. “It’s, um…” These are her first words since we arrived, and I’m surprised she’s considering telling Sophie about this brand of pacifier.

There’s a brief awkward silence, and then Ekert clears his throat. “Why don’t we go into the shop. We’ve made some additions lately. We added a human-sized table and chairs where Sophie can sit with newly arrived Littles and show them the stones she helped choose. But we also added an area with a blanket in case any Baby girls aren’t ready to sit in chairs or stand yet.”

I warned Ekert over the phone that I’m experimenting with a deeper regression for my Little girl, and therefore Allisa wouldn’t be standing or sitting in a chair. I’m grateful he’s made accommodations for someone like her, even if he did add the blanket arrangement as a last-minute setup just for Allisa.

Sophie skips alongside her Papi, holding his hand.

I scoop my girl off the floor and carry her on my hip into the shop and over to the blanket where I finally lower her to her bottom. Tipping her chin back, I meet her gaze. “No standing.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

I smile. I spoke that two-word order as a trial to see how she would react to being reprimanded in front of strangers. Not onlythat but the words themselves suggest that she is not like other Little girls.

If she doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s living a more regressed lifestyle, she can easily say that her legs aren’t strong enough yet. She won’t get away with that forever, but it will work for today.

I decide to double down. “What happens if I see you trying to pull up onto your feet, Allisa?” My tone is filled with warning.

Her breath hitches, and her eyes widen.

And her pussy creams.

Bingo.

Everything is trial and error today. So far, she’s physically embracing her younger side.

I lift a brow because she hasn’t answered me yet.

She licks her lips. “You’ll spank my bottom, Papi,” she says in a voice that’s not loud but not a soft whisper either. Noted.

As I rise, Ekert asks me, “Would you like me to grab a support pillow? It will help keep her from toppling to one side.”

I look toward Allisa. “What do you think, Baby girl? A U-shaped pillow would give you stability.”

She blinks at me, biting into her lower lip. We both know she doesn’t need assistance sitting. So does Ekert. I’m not sure what he told Sophie.

Sophie quickly adds. “I have a really cute pink one. Sometimes I use it when I’m feeling tired. Papi, why don’t you grab it?”