Page 9 of His Little Sapphire

She has no idea how unbelievably pretty she is, and I nearly chuckle as she slides her other hand across her chest to cover both breasts with the one forearm.

I wrap my fingers around her wrist between her breasts, lift her arm above her head, and look her in the eye. “Submit to me, Baby girl. Don’t cover yourself. I know it feels strange right now, but Little girls on Eleadia aren’t permitted to cover their pretty breasts.”

She shudders as I lift her second arm up to join the first, finally giving me a better view of her small frame. A frown forms on her lips. “I’m not pretty. Stop saying that.”

I flinch, eyes widening. I wonder if this is what she means when she says Zack wouldn’t be interested in her. Holding her wrists easily with one hand, I reach for the soap and slide my hand up her tummy until I completely cover one of her small breasts.

She squirms, arching her chest again, moaning this time. Fuck but she’s so precious. I love how she responds to my touch. Her little nipple puckers hard under my palm, and I can’t resist flicking it with my thumb several times, loving how her heartrate increases again and her breast swells in my palm.

“You’re the prettiest Little girl I’ve ever seen, Christine.”

She gasps when I switch to her other breast, claiming her, making her writhe, ensuring she learns quickly that she’s mine. When I pinch her little nipple, she cries out.

My cock is so hard, but it’s going to have to wait. My Little girl needs more time to accept what’s happening before I take her body so completely.

I need to continue washing her. Surgient will arrive at any moment. I reluctantly release her breast to continue soaping her upper body, her legs, and her back before I slide my hand down her thigh. “Open for me, Little girl.”

She’s squeezing her knees so tight. It’s adorable how her cheeks turn pink, and she shakes her head. “You don’t need to wash me there.”

I narrow my gaze at her. “Papi will be touching you there often, Baby girl. Be a good girl and open your legs wide for Papi so I can wash your pretty little pussy.”

She gasps, her cheeks dark red now. “No. Please. You’re making me feel all funny inside. I don’t like it. It’s wrong.”

I smile. “I think you do like it, Little one. You’re supposed to like it.” I pat her thigh. “Be a good girl and Papi will reward you. If you’re naughty, I will have to spank you. I don’t want to spank you when I’m not sure about the extent of your injuries.”

She’s given no indication she’s in any kind of pain since we got here, so I think it’s safe to say she didn’t hurt herself too badly in the fall. But again, I’m not sure about my sedation level. In addition, she could be blocking the pain with her rush of sexual tension and adrenaline.

She gasps. “You can’t spank me. I’m not a child.”

I smile. “You’re certainly not a child. But you’re my responsibility now, and I will discipline you when you don’t obey me, Baby girl. For your safety.”

She shudders. Her pointed little nipples stiffen further. “You can’t do that, Papi,” she complains. “I’m a grown adult.”

I lift a brow. “If you don’t spread your knees for me in the next five seconds, you’ll learn exactly how serious I am.”

She gasps again and jerks her legs apart.

“Good girl.” I slide my soapy hand between her thighs and palm her pussy.

She’s so hot. Her skin feels amazing against my fingers. It will feel even better after I remove her pubic hair. For now, I glide my middle finger through her folds, gathering her moisture before circling her button of pleasure.

She clamps her knees around my forearm, but I don’t mind. I’m where I want to be. I love how her eyes roll back, and her spine arches and stiffens. Her arousal is thick in the apartment, potent. It brings me to my knees. Fortunately, not literally.

After I circle her clit a few more times, I slide my middle finger back to her entrance.

My Little girl squirms and gasps and struggles.

I watch her, falling in love with her as I do so. It’s natural and easy and feels so right. The moment I ease my finger into her, I pause. She’s so tight, much tighter than I’d been told to expect.

The elevator pings behind me, and I realize it will be Surgient, but I don’t glance his way. I continue to focus on my Little girl. Why is she so tight?

She’s panting and writhing, her body arching and rolling back and forth as much as I permit. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, her mouth wide, her face pink.

I dig into my memory of this part of my studies and suck in a sharp breath when I’m reminded that females have a hymen inside their channel, a thin barrier they’re born with that eventually tears. It can happen at any point in their lives. Perhaps while exercising or riding a bike. If it doesn’t tear by the time they’re an adult, it will when they insert something. A tampon, a vibrator, a male erection.

Nothing has penetrated my Little girl.

I grit my teeth, trying to make a decision. As I hold her wrists tighter and watch her breasts lift and swell, her nipples sharp points, I decide to puncture the thin barrier. It will have to happen at some point anyway.

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