Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Not with Papi. I want him in my mouth. Will he fit?
Papi scrutinizes me. He must decide I’m committed because he finally nods. “After I’m done licking every inch of you, Little one,” he declares before he resumes licking my nipples. Back and forth. Over and over.
When they are the hardest peaks they’ve ever been, he switches to sucking them. He’s good at this. A professional. How many damn women has he been with?
A sound escapes my mouth, and I bite my lip, but I’m too late. He notices and lifts his head. His brows are furrowed. “What’s wrong, Baby girl?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
Both of his brows lift toward the ceiling. “Guess what happens to naughty Little girls who tell lies.”
My body shudders violently. I hope his question is rhetorical, but after a few seconds of him staring at me, I realize he wants me to respond. “They get spanked?” I whisper.
“Hard,” he confirms. “And then they stand in the corner with their noses to the wall while they think about lying to their Papis again.”
I gasp. The thought of him spanking me makes me hornier than I could have ever imagined. Now I’m picturing myself standing naked in the corner of the room in a timeout. Like a child.
It hits me. Papi… That’s another word for Daddy. Raevion isn’t just any Dom. He’s a Daddy Dom. I’ve never considered age play before. Not for myself. I’ve known some women who enjoy doing scenes at a local club. Scenes where they pretend to be a naughty schoolgirl and end up over their Daddy’s knees getting their bottoms spanked.
I’ve read books about it. Sure, they made me squirm. But imagining pretending to be younger and actually doing so are two different things. Is this a kink he practices all the time? Maybe only when he’s having sex?
Could I be misreading him? “Are you a Daddy Dom?”
He nods. “I’ve heard that term. I suppose it’s about as accurate a description as humans could use to describe us.”
“Us? All of you?”
“Yes. All Eleadian men are Papis.” He draws in a slow deep breath, scenting me again.
“That’s not fair.”
His brows furrow again, but he smiles slightly. “What’s not fair, Little one?”
“You can smell me.”
He chuckles. “You’re like a drug. I’m addicted.”
“But I can’t smell you.”
“Sure you can. You’ll never have the same heightened ability I have, but your senses are already heightening. All of them.”
I draw in a breath. He’s right. I can smell sex in the air. His? Mine? Our combined need? I can feel his power all around me, too.
“Are you planning to Daddy me all the time, or is this a sexual kink for you?”
“It’s not a kink at all, Little one. It’s who I am. Your Papi. I will dominate you at all times. It will feel perfectly natural to you. You won’t even remember what it was like to have to make your own decisions or take care of yourself.”
His words are odd. I have so many questions.
“I would slow down and explain myself better if you weren’t so unbelievably aroused, Baby girl. Let me make you feel good. Then we’ll talk.”
I give him a nod because I can’t imagine this going any other way. The knot in my stomach is almost painful. I need to come. No one has ever made me come before. The only orgasms I’ve had were alone with my vibrator.
This man is going to make me come in seconds. It’s a given. I’m so close already, and he’s barely touched me.
Papi slides down my body, lifts one knee to nudge mine apart, and when I spread my legs, he settles between them.
I blush as he palms my inner thighs and drops onto his chest between my legs. His gaze is on my pussy, staring. He’s breathing heavily as he looks at me as if I’m the first woman he’s ever seen.
“Papi…” I grab his shoulders and grip them. I need his mouth on me.
He lowers his lips to my pussy and kisses gently before dragging his tongue through my slit and up over my clit.
I cry out. Holy fucking whackadoodle.
My eyes roll back. I can’t breathe. I’m shaking with need. “Please, Papi. Please make me come.”
He drops his mouth to me again, sucks my clit and lips all at the same time. When his tongue thrusts into my channel, I come. I come so hard I scream. My body convulses as the pulses of my release continue on and on.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking and licking. His wicked tongue doesn’t let me come down from my high. Instead it builds again, higher.
He parts my folds wider with his thumbs, holding my body to the mattress. If he releases me, I will fly backward and hit my head against the headboard.
I need him to hold on to me so I don’t float away. I love the pressure, the fact that he’s forcing me to take what he’s offering. I love the way my clit feels swollen and tingly and how he teases it with his teeth and his tongue. He’s so talented. Do they teach classes on Eleadia about how to please a lover?