Page 16 of His Little Sapphire

Once again, I’m speechless as he rises, lifts my legs, and slides something under me.

I glance down as he pulls a soft material between my legs and fastens it around my waist. It takes me several seconds to process what he’s wrapped me in. Suddenly every bit of my panic comes to the surface, and I reach for the tabs of the strange diaper to pull them. I don’t want to wear a diaper. I won’t.

Papi stills both my wrists before I manage to achieve anything. He kisses my stomach and nibbles a path to one of my breasts.

I groan when he tries to distract me by suckling one of my nipples. “No, Papi. Please. Let me go.”

He releases the swollen nipple with a pop and switches to the other one.

I groan. It feels so good, and that sensitive nub between my legs is responding too. I arch my chest as if begging for more and gasp when a sharp prick pierces my nipple. A second later, I cry out.

Papi pricks my nipple again, holding me down so tightly I can’t get away. Without meeting my gaze, he switches to the other breast and nicks that nipple too.

My private parts are soaked. A growing need is building. When combined with the fact that I need to pee, I’m coming unglued. “Papi, stop.”

He lifts his face and kisses me, on the mouth this time. It’s a brief kiss, but it makes my head spin even further. So many sensations and emotions are bombarding me I can’t think.

After the kiss, Papi scoops me up into his arms and cradles me against him. My partially dry hair hangs loose over his arm. Except for the diaper, I’m naked. Papi is not wearing a shirt either, and it’s oddly calming when my breasts press against his chest.

He carries me from the room and back into the kitchen area, where he opens the fridge. Inside I see odd foods I’m not familiar with and several bottles.

Suddenly, I remember what Surgient said about bottles. Baby bottles? Papi is going to feed me like a baby, and I’m wearing a diaper.

I struggle in his arms. It’s too much. I’m panicking again. I want down. I want to find a bathroom where I can be alone to pee and think and figure out what to do.

Papi holds me tighter, undaunted by my squirming attempt to free myself. He puts a nipple on the bottle and carries me to a large rocking chair in the living room.

“Let me go,” I argue, trying to push his hand away from my waist.

“Your struggle isn’t going to do anything except wear you out, Little one.” He sets the bottle on the end table and wraps both arms around me, rocking me against him. He kisses my forehead and continues talking, “Papis on Eleadia take care of their Little girls in every way, Christine. You’ll be coddled and loved from now on, but Papi has rules. They’re for your safety. If you disobey me, I’ll discipline you to remind you that I’m in charge.”

I bite into my lip. Is he serious? When I release it, it hurts. I don’t care. “I don’t want to be a baby.”

“You’ll never be a baby, Little one. But you will be my Little girl. Our customs are designed for your safety. It takes six Earth months to arrive on your planet and six to return. We put our lives on hold and go to great lengths to find our perfect mates. It makes us rather overprotective because we never want anything to happen to our females.”

I jerk my gaze to his and narrow my brows. “How is feeding me a bottle or putting a diaper on me keeping me safe?”

“Your diet is strictly controlled by me, Little one. At all times. The bottles have everything you need to be in perfect health for several centuries. Feeding you is a pleasure to me. It’s bonding. I want to look into your eyes and hold you while you eat. I also want to ensure you never choke on anything and finish all of your food.”

“Centuries?” Hairs stand up on my neck.

He nods and smiles. “Our scientists best guess is that we will live for centuries. It would appear our females will too. Once you arrive, you will stop aging like me.”

I blink. “How old are you?”

“Over one hundred years. Our aging is much slower than on Earth. Since it’s a relatively new development on my planet, no one can be sure what will happen next.”

I swallow. “I won’t age either?”

“Nope.”

That’s so weird. I’m not even sure it’s a good thing. “What if you get tired of me?” I have no idea why this is the first thought I have. Of all my questions and concerns, that one isn’t on the short list.

He smiles. “It won’t happen. It’s not in our nature. We mate for life. When I punctured your skin with my quill the first time, I bonded us together forever. We’ll be drawn to each other. It will be stressful to be separated even for short periods of time.

My mouth drops open. I feel the bond he’s speaking of. It’s stronger when he’s holding me against him, touching so much of me. Still, I’m feeling defiant. “I want to use a bathroom though.”

He rubs my back. “No bathrooms, Baby girl. We don’t even have them.”

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