Page 12 of His Little Turquoise
Papi is not blinking. He pauses several seconds. “You tookhisshoes off?”
I nod. Is that weird? “So I could rub his feet, but I didn’t usually do that right either.”
Papi stiffens. His jaw goes so tight. There’s a twitch in his face. “What else?” he finally asks.
I’m nervous now. I haven’t even told him the weirdest parts. Those things were just normal behaviors for service submissives. He liked me to service him. Why is that strange?
Except Ava told me it was not normal and so did the club owner and a few other members when they finally intervenedand put a stop to what they said was abusive behavior. They banned Rick from the club after that, but I was too upset to go back.
“I had to keep the toys organized and tidy. Make sure the bins for blocks didn’t have anything else in them. The dolls were sitting up on the shelves. The coloring books were lined up straight. The crayons were in the right order.”
Papi’s eyes pop open, and the tick becomes a vein that looks like it’s going to bust. “Is that how Daddies on Earth behave, Mia?” He sounds stunned.
I slowly shake my head and admit, “No. Not all of them. I just didn’t know he was doing anything wrong, and I couldn’t please him.”
Papi licks his lips. “Well, you won’t have any rules like those in our home, Little one. I don’t care if your toys are mixed up or your crayons get out of order. What the hell order do crayons belong in anyway?”
His question is rhetorical, and besides, I don’t know the answer. I don’t think I ever did.
He shakes his head and continues, “My rules are for your safety, Mia. And your pleasure,” he adds.
I don’t know what he’s referring to, and he doesn’t give me a chance to ask.
He keeps talking. “Safety rules keep you from getting hurt. You’re the most important person in my life. I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t get injured. Eleadian males travel six months each way to find a mate on Earth. We treasure our mates above everything and everyone for the rest of our lives.”
I find myself reaching up to touch his face. I don’t like that he’s so frustrated by my story.
He tips his cheek into my palm, turns his face, and kisses my tender skin before wrapping his fingers around mine andholding me in place. “In our home, you won’t be permitted to go outside alone because I wouldn’t want you to fall or wander off and get lost. You won’t be allowed to touch knives or any other sharp objects that aren’t safe for Little girls. You won’t climb on the furniture without Papi. I’ll lift you up and either sit with you or secure you when your feet are not on the floor.”
I giggle. “Papi, you’re just being silly now.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I’m serious, Baby girl. I also know that Little girls have a hard time with safety rules at first, but they’re meant for exactly that—safety. None of them will involve keeping the house tidy or rubbing my damn feet. You’re not a slave. You’re my Little girl.”
He’s serious. I know lots of people told me Rick was off his rocker, but it’s starting to make more sense now.
Chapter Five
Surgient
My head is about to explode, and I’m not sure I’m hiding it well from Mia. What the hell has she been through? I know I’m not very educated on age play among humans, but I’m fairly certain it looks nothing like what she’s describing. I assume it resembles life on Eleadia a bit more similarly than her description.
Apparently I’m not wrong. She’s well aware it was a bad relationship, and she’s no longer in it. She hasn’t been for two years. She’s still suffering from the emotional abuse though.
“Papi?” Her small voice is adorable. She’s not as nervous as she was when we first came upstairs. Part of that is from my quill; part is from my spanking. Hell, part is from her unloading some of her history.
“What, Baby girl?” I’m sure she has a million questions.
“I need to go potty,” she whispers.
Shit. Right. I forgot human females need to urinate more than Eleadian males. I should have taken care of that sooner. However, I also know from every single Papi who has brought their mate to the mothership for an exam to clear them for travelto Eleadia that human females balk hard at what I’m about to introduce to my Little girl.
I rise from the chair, cradling her in my arms. Her naked bottom is hot against my forearm.
She squirms. “Put me down, Papi. I can walk. Just point me to the bathroom.”
I nuzzle her neck as I carry her to my bedroom. “Your sweet little feet are not going to hit the floor or the ground for a long time, Baby girl. Get used to having Papi carry you.”
She gasps. “That’s silly. Why would you want to do that?”
