Page 43 of His Little Ametrine
“Papi…”
“Let’s work on getting your strength back. How about some exercises.” If I touch her right now, I will end up naked, fucking her clear into tomorrow. That’s how turned on I am by her happiness over my musical connections.
My Little girl only needs to smile to get my cock hard, and I miss her. For her, it’s only been four days since we had sex before leaving Earth. For me, it’s been six months. Six months of tending to her, inhaling her sweet scent, not being able to see her eyes.
Now I understand why it’s not advisable for us to have sex before leaving Earth. I’ve had a taste, and I want more. I want everything. But I have to wait. I won’t thrust into my Little songbird until she’s able to walk. That’s a hard rule.
She pushes out her bottom lip and gives me the most adorable fake pout that makes my cock and my palm twitch at the same time. “Why are you not touching me?” she whimpers.
“Because touching you right now will lead to sex, and my cock is not coming near your sweet pussy until you can walk.”
She gives me a slow coy grin, the naughty girl. After a few seconds, she says, “Are you really going to have my clit pierced?”
I groan. She’s tempting me on purpose.
“Maybe we should discuss it. If you really want me to have a gemstone dangling from my swollen little nub, I think we should talk about it. I couldn’t see what Ekert was specifically suggesting. Do you have a mirror so you can show me?”
I narrow my eyes and growl. “You are the naughtiest Little girl on the planet, Sara.”
Her eyes go wide as if she has no idea what I’m talking about. “What do you mean? I’m just being practical. I might consider getting my clit pierced, but I need to know exactly what your plan is. You should probably nick it with your quill a few times first, too, so I’ll know what it feels like to have a needle so close to my most sensitive body part.”
It’s hard not to laugh. If she says “clit” one more time, I might come in my pants. Or I could punish her by pulling my cock out, masturbating over her body, and letting my semen squirt all over her chest. That would teach her a lesson.
I won’t because that would be cruel. I’ve never considered using edging as a form of punishment. I don’t really like the idea of tormenting my Little that way. Besides, I would be punished just as severely as her. Her pheromones would fill the entire house and drive me mad with the need to be inside her.
The one and only time I did come inside her, I thought I might expire while I worked to get my essence off her skin. My cock—which had just emptied itself inside a female for the first time in my life—needed her again in seconds. Her extreme arousal, brought on by my semen inside her and running down her legs, made her so potently irresistible I was shaking with need.
I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her lightly before whispering, “If you don’t stop this naughty line of thinking, I’m going to nick your skin, but it will be to put you to sleep so I can escape your temptation.”
She draws in a sharp breath. “That’s mean, Papi. You can’t use that quill against me to get what you want.”
I lift a brow and grin. “Of course I can. I’m bigger than you,” I tease. My girl’s scent is so strong, and she’s kicking her legs and arching her chest and hips as high as she can. She’s so amazing. I’m so fucking lucky.
“Papi…”
“Your options are to let me help you work on your strength or to go down for a nap. You choose.”
She pouts. “Fine. Help me learn to walk, Papi.”
Chapter Nineteen
Six days later…
Sara
I’ve worked my booty off to get to this point. Papi and the doctors say I’m stronger than any other Little ever has been on day ten. I knew I could do it. I had a lot of motivation. I didn’t like lying on my back day after day. I wanted to be able to push myself upright, crawl, and finally walk.
Papi has his back to me as I surf the furniture. He has told me ten times a day that I may not climb up onto it. I haven’t tried because I don’t relish the idea of being spanked.
It’s not that I didn’t like him spanking me. I loved it. Too much. The only spanking I’ve had was the trial one he did to show me what it would feel like. I came so hard afterward I could see stars.
Ever since then, any time I’ve thought about his palm on my bottom, I’ve had to clench my pussy in an effort to keep the scent of my arousal from flooding Papi’s nostrils. It never works,though. I can’t fool him. He smirks at me when he knows I’m aroused.
When Papi threatens me with a naughty-girl spanking for breaking his rules, I stop that behavior immediately because the thought of him swatting my bottom andnotgiving me relief afterward makes me toe the line on every one of his rules.
In other words, Papi’s rules may be absurd to me, but his method of discipline is effective enough to keep me from breaking them.
I reach the edge of the couch, hesitate, and let go. I’m so proud of myself for taking my first tentative step that I start giggling.
