Page 7 of His Little Cryptolite

“No, Sir,” I whimper.

“Ah, so you’re curious.”

I don’t answer.

“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you, Allisa?”

“Probably, Sir,” I answer truthfully for some odd reason. If my naughty behavior will earn me a spanking, then yes, I will most likely misbehave.

He nibbles on my ear again. “I’ll spank you when we get upstairs, but I’m going to swat your pussy instead of your bottom if you don’t open those knees, naughty girl.”

Another gasp escapes my lips as I yank my legs open.

This is so intense. I’ve blocked out the rest of the room. The dull noise around me is far away as if I’m underwater. Just me and Papi.

“Good girl. Would you like another cherry? We don’t have them on Eleadia, so this is your last chance to eat them.”

“You don’t have cherries?” That’s kind of depressing.

“We don’t have any of the foods you have here, Baby girl.”

“Oh.” I’m shocked. I shouldn’t be. It’s another planet far away. I shouldn’t be surprised they don’t have hamburgers and pizza. But I’m kind of sad.

Papi moves his hand from my tummy to the cherries. He picks up another and brings it to my lips. “Lick it, Baby girl.”

I reach out with my tongue and flick the sweet juice.

“Mmm. You are precious.” He lets me have the treat, his fingers lingering for a moment between my lips before he releases it. “Chew slowly. Savor it, Little one. It will be a very long time before you eat solid foods after this.”

I take my time, memorizing the flavor. After I swallow, I ask, “Why won’t I eat solid foods, Papi?”

“We’re very careful about introducing our foods to human females. We don’t want to risk an allergic reaction.”

“What will I eat?” I can’t believe we’re having this conversation as if it’s a forgone conclusion that I’m going with him. The thought makes me tingle all over. I want him to take me away. I want it so badly that it’s hard to mourn what I’ll be losing.

I’m so unattached to Earth that the first thing I’m aware of that I’ll miss is the cherries. My parents are second. They will be sad. Probably also mad. But maybe it will appease them when Kate and Mary explain how unhappy I was. I’ll miss my friends, too.

I won’t miss my job or stupid Bradley. I won’t miss the fact that my life is not what I want it to be on Earth. It seems like this giant dark man who is wrapped around me has a Daddy side.

“You’ll drink formula until I decide to introduce solids, Little one.”

“Formula?”

“Yes. It’s specially designed for human females. So far, only one has had a negative reaction to it, and the doctors tweaked it so she could tolerate it. Don’t you worry.”

Papi feeds me one more cherry. His sticky fingers linger in front of my mouth as I eat it, then he says, “Lick Papi’s fingers clean, Baby girl.”

I lean slightly forward to draw his thumb into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. When he removes it with a pop to offer me his pointer, I give it the same erotic treatment.

If anyone is watching, they must be thinking “get a room.” The thought makes me feel powerful. This man is mine. He picked me. Not them.

Papi sets his hand on my inner thigh again. His fingers are wet with my saliva, and he grazes his thumb against the elastic of my panties.

A noise leaks out, startling me. My pussy is soaked and throbbing. I need him to touch me there. I don’t even care if anyone watches. Fuck ’em.

“I need to taste your nectar, Baby girl. It’s time to go upstairs.”

I whimper and nod.