Page 8 of His Little Ametrine
I arch my chest and moan at the unexpected sensation. My hands come to his biceps, so I can hold on for the ride.
The moment he flicks my nipple with his tongue, my eyes roll back. My legs are pressed together, but it’s not helping stave off my lust. I’m already so desperate for him that a knot has formed in my tummy. I need him inside me.
He said he wasn’t going to take his pants off. Fuck that.
I drop my hands to the front of his dress slacks and tackle the button, but he rises off my breast and gives me a stern look. “Barely holding on to control here, Little one. If I take my pants off, I will end up inside you.”
I release the button. “Why would you hold back? If it’s inevitable anyway, I want it now.”
He gives me a slow grin. “You’re sure?”
“Never been more certain of anything.” I can see the outline of his enormous erection inside his pants. It’s definitely huge. Ifind myself wanting to see it, touch it, taste it… I’ve given a few blowjobs before. None of them did anything for me. Every time, I felt like the guy was getting all the pleasure, and I was simply a vessel. I felt kind of dirty afterward.
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 anaughty 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?”
