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I swallow. “So our relationship will be a total power exchange?” I’ve heard of this before. I don’t know anyone living in such a relationship. It’s rare for two people to sync well enough to take that kind of risk. And he’s suggesting it’s the norm for his entire planet.
“Yes.” His hands slide up to my torso and higher until they’re splayed around my waist. He flicks my nipples with his thumbs.
I arch my chest clear off the bed and moan.
“That’s why, Baby girl.”
I start trembling. It’s so intense. My pussy is clenched so tight I might literally orgasm without contact. I draw my knees up, but once again, he’s between them.
“Now. I’m going to examine you, and you’re going to lie back and enjoy it.”
Chapter Seven
Surgient
My Little girl is not like any other Little girl I’ve examined in my two-years on the mothership. One of the reasons is that she already knew she was Little. She’s lived the lifestyle to some extent. She has experiences.
In addition, she’s more familiar with a variety of kinks than a lot of human females. She’s not repressed or ignorant about even the most important topics like total power exchange.
She’s still going to be shocked by the medical tests and exam I’m about to perform, and it’s probably for the best that she practically asked me to restrain her.
Normally when a Papi brings his Little girl to my office for an exam, he’s there as a set of hands to help restrain her. In my case, no one else is in the room. I will take her to the ship’s doctor before we leave, of course, per protocol now that I’m technically not the main doctor, but tonight, I’m going to examine her myself.
I’m curious why she hasn’t experienced restraint before? It seems like her exposure to human age-play practices is stilted orwarped. I’m not an expert, but there are holes in what I would expect her to have experienced.
I’m not going to make this exam quick, nor am I going to skip anything. For one thing, I’m not just her doctor right now. I’m her Papi. This isn’t just anyone’s Little girl. She’s mine. I want to be thorough.
But heavens help me, I want to introduce her to everything so I can see her reactions, which I’m certain are going to be strong, in a good way.
It’s true that Eleadian males take our mate’s health seriously with frequent visits to the doctor, but it’s also indisputable that the human females Eleadians find themselves bound to thrive on the intensity of the domination.
I’ve studied humans enough to know this deep need for submission is not inherent in every human female. Which makes me suspect that our males are simply not attracted to dominant females. There seems to be a chemical attraction. I know I felt it tonight with Mia. I knew even before I descended to the main floor of the club. My suspicion was further solidified as soon as I drew in a breath near her.
She was already worming her way into my heart before we spoke. Fate? Does some sort of higher being control who we find to be our perfect soulmate? I don’t know. No one knows, but I’m not going to argue with it either.
I’m staring down at the most precious living being I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s stretched out on my bed, arms tethered above her head, legs spread wide. She’s panting. Her skin is the most gorgeous shade, and I adore the way it pinkens in splotches across her cheeks and chest when she’s embarrassed. Her freckles are beautiful, like sprinkles of fairy dust. Her breasts are perfect. Lovely. Her nipples are pink, swollen, hard points.
And her pussy… It’s swollen too. Her scent is wafting off her in waves. She’s so aroused, and the odor is filling the room, filling my senses, begging me to take her.
I won’t. Not yet. My cock will be much larger than any she’s ever had before. I wince. The thought of a human man touching her makes me wince. There’s no need for jealousy though. No human will ever touch her again. No human man will ever even see her again.
On my planet, we don’t covet other males’ mates. It’s not a law. It’s a chemical bond. When two mates bond together, they become so fixated on each other they can’t see anyone else. No one else is attracted to a claimed female either. She won’t smell right. Her scent will indicate she belongs to another. Heart and soul.
“Papi…” she murmurs in a soft voice, dragging me from my thoughts.
I’m still staring at her body, feeling so lucky and blessed. My two-year contract on the starship was worth every moment now that I’m looking at the reward.
I slide my hands from her torso to the mattress on either side of her and lean over her. “I need to ask you questions about your medical history, Baby girl.”
She swallows and purses her lips as if she doesn’t really want to discuss it. Is she embarrassed to talk about previous sex partners? I don’t want her to be, but I can’t stop it.
In an ironic twist of fate, Eleadian males are all virgins. We have not had anyone to have sex with for over a hundred years. We have plenty of toys that have allowed us to replicate the feel and experience of being with a female, but I’m quite certain nothing comes close to the real deal. Already I can tell that being inside my mate is going to be a heavenly experience. Substitute devices don’t have feelings and emotions. They don’t look into the soul.
On the flip side, most human females who enter Club Zoom have had sex before. It’s human nature. However, whatever attraction or bond they might have thought they had with a human male doesn’t come anywhere close to the bond they will feel with their Eleadian mate. Prior sexual experiences do not measure up.
“How many Daddies have you been with, Mia?” I ask gently.
She furrows her brow and shrugs. “I don’t know.”
