Page 10 of His Little Sapphire

She’s panting and needy. Desperation brings sweat to her brow. She moans over and over as I thumb her clit.

Finally, I thrust my middle finger into her extremely tight channel as deep as I can.

My Little girl cries out, her voice echoing in the room. I’m both proud and unnerved. She’s mine in every way. No one has touched her but me. But I hate that I’ve hurt her even though I know it will only last a moment.

When her cries switch to whimpers and she starts wiggling around again, I ease partway out and back in, deeper, flattening my palm against her swollen nub, rubbing it, driving her higher.

I’m aware of Surgient beside me. He’s a few feet away, but he says nothing. I’m grateful. I keep my focus on Christine, memorizing everything about her as she climbs higher and higher toward nirvana.

I can’t wait to see her come apart, and I add a second finger to her channel when I think she’s ready. She lifts her hips into my palm as I thumb her clit at the same time. “Papi…”

Fucking beautiful, my girl.

“Don’t fight it, Little one,” I encourage, my voice sounding lower, hoarse. “Let it feel good.”

She shudders, lifting her hips and dropping them over and over, impaling herself on my fingers. She’s no longer squeezing my forearm with her knees. I don’t think she’s aware of anything except the need to reach for her pleasure.

I love every single moment of this experience. It’s unexpected, and I didn’t plan it, but it’s happening, and I’m not stopping until she reaches orgasm.

It doesn’t take long. My Little girl eventually goes rigid, digging her heels into the bottom of the basin as she holds her hips aloft and freezes. A moment later, she shatters, her body shuddering all over as her pussy grips my fingers and pulses around them.

It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I’m eternally blessed.

ChapterFour

Christine

I’m falling. I think I’m going to fall through to the core of the Earth. Or maybe I’m floating. Out of my body. Up toward the ceiling. That seems more accurate.

What just happened? I blink several times as I try to catch my breath. Something amazing happened. It tore me apart and put me back together.

Papi has eased his fingers out of me, but he’s still stroking my lower lips and circling the little nub. He doesn’t stop until I wince. My skin is so very sensitive all of the sudden. Every nerve ending, but especially those between my legs.

When I’m finally able to focus on him, I blink and then gasp. There’s another man in the room, standing behind him and to one side.

I jerk and writhe. I want to cover myself.

Papi palms my stomach. “Relax, Baby girl. It’s just Surgient. The doctor from the starship.”

Doctor? That’s even more mortifying.

Papi keeps one hand on my wrists while he uses the other to dampen a cloth and wipe off his broad chest where I leaned against him and got him all sticky. When he’s done, he pulls the plug in the bottom of the basin under me and lets the water out before reaching for a towel on the counter. He finally releases my hands. The moment I tug them down, I instinctively cover myself as best I can.

I can’t believe a man is seeing me naked. Two men. And he touched my private parts so intimately. I’m flushed in a way that will never subside. What would my mother think?

If she were alive, I’m not sure I would even bother going home. She would say I’m soiled. She would be so disappointed in me. Except this wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for this. I fought Strogan the entire time. Didn’t I? I know I didn’t encourage him. I’m not that kind of girl.

The only blessing is that my mother is long dead and buried. She can’t judge me for allowing myself to get into a situation where I was alone, vulnerable, and let a man take advantage of me.

I try to shake the negative thoughts from my head. I’ve been living in regular society for several years now. I know my upbringing was not normal. I’m probably the only virgin living in the city. Except maybe I’m technically no longer a virgin.

Papi helps me sit more upright, wraps the towel around me, and lifts me into his arm. He cradles me against his chest as he pats the rest of me dry, including my hair. The towel is huge.

I squeeze my eyes closed against his chest as he turns around.

“I don’t think she has any broken bones,” Surgient jokes.

I’m mortified.

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