Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
His brow furrow in confusion. “Little? You’re pretty small. My hands are more than twice the size of yours. I could span your waist with my fingers and overlap them.”
I shake my head. He’s not understanding what I’m saying. “Not little as in size. I’m not into the age-play kink scene. I’m too dominant for that.” I shudder at the thought. “I’m too dominant for any kind of kink.” Though right now, for the first time in my life, I feel a bit submissive for some reason. It’s unnerving, and I’m trying to shake the feeling.
“Age play…” Ganrax seems to be searching his mind for the meaning of the term. “This is a form of kink on your planet?”
I nod. Shit.
“I think I’ve heard of it. I forgot what it means. We only have the six months of our voyage to learn everything we can about humans. Some parts didn’t stick in my head as well as others.”
I sigh. I don’t want to spell it out for him, but I must. “Age play is when one party in a couple prefers to submit to the other as if they’re far younger than their actual age. The dominant is often referred to as a Daddy, in the case of men I mean. He might call his Little Baby girl. I assumed you noticed Mia is Little, and you’re assuming I am, too. I am most certainly not.”
His face tightens slightly, but his expression is otherwise unreadable. “The term we use on Eleadia for Daddy is Papi,” he informs me.
Ah. So he does understand. I’m relieved. I even manage to exhale a long breath.
“We should go upstairs,” he declares.
His decision feels abrupt as though he’s changing the subject. I’m not sure I’m ready to leave this dance floor. It’s my only tether to Earth. As soon as I let him take me away, it’s over. It feels like a monumental decision even though I’m marginally understanding there is no decision at all.
“It’s so loud down here, Little one, and I don’t like the way people are watching you. I really don’t like the way they keep trying to photograph you.”
My heart beats faster at his overprotective stance. It feels kind of nice. It also has tones of dominance, which makes me stiffen my spine. “I think we need to talk some more. I’m not sure I’m the right woman for you.”
His brow furrows again, but he’s smiling at the same time. “Baby girl, our connection is already formed. It’s solid and unbreakable.”
My breath hitches when he slowly leans his head down toward my neck. He inhales deeply as though scenting me, and then he kisses me in a spot that makes my knees almost give out. I can smell him, too. I have no idea what the scent is, but it’s intoxicating.
He nibbles a path to my ear and whispers, “Forgive me, Little one.”
Before I have a chance to question why I might need to forgive him, he sets his lips behind my ear and… “Ouch!” I cry out as something pricks my skin. It felt like a needle. It was fast, and now it’s gone.
I reach up and slap my hand over the spot. “I think something bit me. A spider or something.”
He chuckled. “I bit you, Baby girl.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s customary. I will nick your skin often with my quill. You’ll get used to it and learn to both crave it and wish to clobber me at the same time.” He’s teasing me, but his words make no sense.
“Quill?”
“It’s behind my front teeth. I can let it out and retract it in an instant. It releases a powerful serum into your body.” His hands slide down to my biceps. “You should start to feel even more bound to me.”
Jesus. I think he’s right. In addition, my nipples are hard points. I’m pretty sure I’ve been slowly growing more aroused by the moment since he approached me, but now I’m acutely aware of it. My breasts feel heavy, and there’s no way he could miss the bumps of my nipples against the front of my dress.
Why had I thought leaving the house without a bra was a good idea? Now I can’t hide my arousal.
Ganrax inhales deeply, taking his time. His eyes glaze over as he does so. It’s mesmerizing and strange at the same time.
“Are you smelling me?” I ask.
“Mmm. Definitely. And you smell so divine. Your arousal is potent and making my mouth water.”
I clamp my thighs together. My dress is so very short. Another poor choice on my part apparently. I wonder if he picked me because I looked like a sure thing. “I’m not the kind of woman who has sex on the first date,” I blurt out, hoping to make myself clear.
I have no idea why I feel the need to say something like that. It’s not even true. Not tonight anyway. I have little doubt this night will end with this enormous man inside me.