Page 21 of His Little Sapphire

Strogan…Papi… He’s sucking the air out of the room. He has scrambled my brain. I’m not thinking straight. I think I lost a few marbles when Papi put his mouth on medown there. I didn’t even know that was a thing. Am I sheltered? Or is that something Eleadian men do?

“Talk to me, Chrissy.”

I think I like it when he calls me Chrissy. It’s not as harsh. Most of my peers called me Chrissy growing up. Most of the adults in our compound called me Christine. It always sounded so formal or abrasive. Now it makes me feel like I’m in trouble.

“I like it when you call me Chrissy,” I murmur.

He smiles. “Good. I like it better too.”

“Christine makes me feel like I’m in trouble. Like when my mother reprimanded me.”

He nods. “I’ll reserve it for when you misbehave then.”

“I don’t misbehave.” I’m not kidding. I don’t. I wasn’t raised thinking it was an option. Children who got into trouble in the compound were disciplined severely. None of us did so often.

Papi threads his fingers with mine and slides our combined hands closer to my head. “I believe you, but you’re going to start a new life now with new rules. All Little girls are naughty sometimes. It’s natural. Some even do it on purpose.”

I gasp. My eyes widen. “Why would they do that?”

He chuckles. “Because they like having their bottoms spanked.”

My eyes bug out now. “You can’t spank me. I’m a grown woman.” I’ve mentioned this before. He’s also mentioned spanking me several times. Like those previous times, I get a fluttering sensation in my stomach that makes no sense.

He gives me another brief kiss. “On Eleadia, you will be my Little girl to guide and protect. You’ll make mistakes, and I will spank you.”

I shake my head and squirm. “Maybe I don’t want to go to Eleadia.”

He nuzzles my neck, which distracts me. His lips move to my ear where he breathes into it and nips at my earlobe before sliding his lips to a spot behind my ear that makes my entire body quiver.

And then he pierces my skin.

“Ouch.” I flinch, jerking my head to the side. “Stop doing that.”

He kisses the spot and nibbles a path back to my mouth. “I’ll nick your skin often, Baby girl. It helps remind you you’re mine. It reinforces our binding. It makes you aroused.”

I gulp. “You can’t do that.” I’m not sure if I mean he’s lying or he shouldn’t manipulate me that way. Either way, I mean it.

“I can, Little one. Eventually you’ll crave my quill. Sometimes in the heat of passion I will use it to drive you mad, nicking your pretty nipples and even your clit.”

I gasp yet again. He does that to me often, shocking me. I shake my head, though I’m starting to realize my arguments are futile.

“There are a lot of things I want to tell you before we leave here, and we don’t have much time. But first, I want you to answer my question. Who told you it was wrong to enjoy sex? Your mother?”

I nod. “And all the other elders.”

He frowns. “What are elders?”

“The older people who were the governing body of my compound.”

“What’s a compound? I didn’t learn about elders and compounds.”

I draw in a long breath. “They aren’t the norm. Sometimes people on Earth live off the grid. Like out in the wilderness or in a secluded community, totally separated from others. I was raised in one.”

He listens intently. “I’ll have to read about these compounds. When did you leave?”

“About five years ago. My mother got sick, and the elders didn’t believe in medicine. She was scared and didn’t want to die, so she took me, and we went to the city. She spent a lot of time in and out of the hospital. I took care of her.”

“But she didn’t make it,” he says reverently. I’ve told him this.

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