Page 5 of His Little Turquoise
“Mia,” she whispers.
Chapter Three
Mia
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m talking to one of these giant men. Theyareas tall and broad as Ava heard. Taller, I think. And so handsome. He’s wearing black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. Why is he talking to me?
“Nice to meet you, Mia. My given name is Surgient.”
Surgient… Odd name. It suits him.
“Do you feel the pull, Little one?”
I release my thumb from my mouth and clasp my hands in front of me. It’s hard. This man is so dominant that he’s causing me to feel extremely Little. This isn’t an appropriate place to let my Little out so fully. It’s an adult night club. Not a kink party.
When I’m nervous, I have a tendency to suck my thumb. I don’t do it in public though. Or not usually.
Surgient is watching me. He’s so incredibly handsome. His skin is dark. So are his eyes. His black hair is cut very short.
He rests his wrists on his knees, putting his hands so close to mine. The contrast of our skin is dramatic. I’m so pale. Almost white.
I sway his direction with every breath as if I can’t help myself. His scent is permeating my body. I can’t describe what he smells like. Maybe his soap. It’s unique. Not like anything on Earth.
“I know you feel it, Baby girl. Don’t fight it. I also know you’re scared. I want you to know I will never hurt you.” He slowly lifts a hand and brings it to my face. When his thumb strokes my cheek, I gasp.
He smiles. “Yeah. It’s powerful, isn’t it?”
I’m scared out of my mind, like he said. “I should go.”
He cups my cheek, his expression serious. “You can’t, Mia. It’s not possible.”
I glance around him, trying to find Ava, but she’s talking to Surgient’s friend. She’s not looking at me. “Why not?” I ask, trying to buy myself some time. I need him to stop touching me, but I can’t pull away.
Intellectually I know I should. I should turn and run from this club. If I could just get outside, I might be able to breathe again. Surgient is using all the oxygen.
That makes no sense, Mia.
“This is how it works, Little one,” he says gently. “You knew when you signed the release this might happen.”
I gulp. “It can’t. I’m…”
“Little?” he supplies.
I nod, dumbfounded that he seems to understand. Every vibe I get from him suggests he is a Daddy. He said they are called Papis on Eleadia. It must be the same thing. But he also said all men are Papis. Or maybe just the Daddies…
“Is a Papi the same as a Daddy?”
“I suspect they are similar, Baby girl. Though there are probably differences. I’m not fully familiar with the dynamics of human age play.”
He does know what it is though. He knows a lot of the terminology.
I try to shake myself out of the trance I seem to be in. “I just came with Ava. She asked me to be her wingwoman.”
His brow furrows. “Wingwoman?”
I nod. “It’s like a wingman. Like when you go somewhere with your friend so they don’t have to go alone. She wanted to see what you all looked like. We hear rumors.”
He smiles. “Are they true?”
