“When we go to Earth to find our mates, the connection is a chemical reaction for us. We know when we see her. If she wasn’t right for us, that connection wouldn’t form. Once we prick someone with our quill, their essence is altered. That female bonds to us in an unbreakable fashion.”
“Against her will,” Janie blurts out.
There is some truth to her point. Although Eleadian men know for certain when a female is their intended mate, the female does not necessarily recognize the bond until we prick her. Even the tiniest drop of our essence under her skin seals her to us whether or not she thought she wanted it.
I sigh. “Although it is true that our mating process on Eleadia is nothing like that on Earth, let me point out a few things. One, it’s well known on Earth that if you enter a Club Zoom on any continent, you might not return to your life on Earth. Human females have the freedom to choose to go into one of those clubs or not. The fine print is right there. They must read and sign a waiver in order to enter any club.”
“Fair point.”
I smile. “Second, you might notice that the mating practices on Earth are a disaster. There’s no real bond between humans. They don’t even take it seriously. They go through the steps to unite and then throw it all away a few years later. That does not happen on Eleadia. Ever. We bond for life and dedicate all of our days to our females. We can’t help it. It’s in our nature. Our need to protect is strong.”
She gives a slow nod. “I can see that.”
“You will never feel unloved. I will never ignore you. I will never walk away from you. And I want to see that feeling reflected back at me when I look at you, so I will pamper you and do everything in my power to make you happy.”
“Do you have to continue pricking me with your quill so I’ll stay attracted to you?” Her question is serious.
I shake my head. “No. The first time I punctured your skin was all I needed to bind you to me in a way that is unbreakable. I keep doing it because you like the way it makes you feel. It gives you a high. And I love how you squirm when my serum enters your body.”
She squirms now. Delightfully.
“I crave it like a drug,” she admits. “I want you to do it all the time.”
I grin. “That’s the plan.”
She squeezes my hand with hers. “I can’t grasp a lifetime of such deep submission yet, Thabo.”
I wince at her use of my given name. She’s called me Papi ever since I asked her to. I don’t think she realized what it meant yet at the time. This is serious for her.
“I think you can. You’ve adjusted better and faster than any Little girl I’ve met. I think in your heart you knew you were deeply submissive, but it wasn’t acceptable on your planet to feel that way. You read books that filled the void.”
She nods. “I guess. But the thought of spending hundreds of years living as your Baby girl is scary.”
“I know it is, Little one. It’s a huge adjustment. It will get easier and seem more normal with every passing day. Every Little girl I see has trepidations at first. I’ve never met a female from Earth who lived in a relationship that required the deep level of commitment and submission we insist upon on Eleadia. Some may do it part time or for fun, but it’s our lifestyle.” I pat her bottom
She wiggles her cute tush. Suddenly, her face turns white. “Do you even have bathrooms here?”
“Not like you have on Earth, Baby girl. “There’s a small room off my bedroom where I empty my waste about twice a day, but it’s not something females can use.”
“Females here use a diaper always?” Her lips start trembling. “I thought maybe it was just because I couldn’t walk yet or something. I was kind of feverish when you explained it to me. Or maybe I was delirious. But Livy wears a diaper. Does shealways?”
I’m still holding her hand, and I lower them so my knuckles rub her nipple. “Yes, Baby girl. Always. There aren’t other options, and Papis like to take care of their Little girls in all ways. It helps us monitor your health too. We know exactly what you eat and drink because we feed you, and we know every aspect of your output because we change you.”
She bats my knuckles away from her nipple with her free hand. “I can’t think when you touch me like that. You scramble my brain.”
I chuckle. “I enjoy the little moans you make and the way your eyes roll back.” I lean forward and reverently kiss her other nipple.
She shoves at my head. “You’re distracting me.”
I lift my face and meet her gaze again. “You enjoy it.”
Her hand comes to my shoulder and she pushes against me. “Give me some room to breathe, Papi.” At least she doesn’t call me Thabo.
I lean back, but I don’t like it. My heart hurts. I feel a twinge of rejection that doesn’t sit well with me. Perhaps I’ve been smothering her a bit much though.
Janie crab crawls backward until she’s no longer touching me and rests in the corner of the sectional. “I feel like I’ve been inside one of my romance novels. The age play is so enticing. The submission leaves me breathless. But it’s huge for me. The thought of maintaining this level of submission all the time forever is mindboggling. I can’t fathom letting you dominate me so totally forever.”
I inch closer but don’t touch her. I won’t voice out loud my current concern because she would be furious. I don’t want her to fall off the couch. I casually set a hand on the arm of the sofa, blocking her in.