Page 6 of His Little Turquoise
I nod, knowing my eyes are wide. “You’re even bigger and taller than we heard.”
“Eleadians are larger than humans.”
I glance down at his body. “Are there other differences?”
“A few.” He doesn’t elaborate as he lowers his hand from my cheek to my hair. “This is the prettiest hair I’ve ever seen, Mia.”
“Thank you,” I murmur.
His gaze returns to mine. “I’m going to take you upstairs now, Baby girl.”
I shake my head. “No. I can’t do that.” My defiance causes me to jerk my hands behind my back again to protect my bottom. I’m not usually so naughty in front of a Daddy. Or Papi. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a healthy relationship with a Daddy, but even during a Friday night at my favorite kink club, I would never roll my eyes or tell a Daddyno. It’s ingrained in me. Surgient is making me feel very young. I’m straddling my Little headspace and my adult space, but I’m not doing it well.
His brow furrows, but he’s also grinning. “Are you protecting your bottom from a spanking, Mia?”
My cheeks heat, and there’s no way to stop the flush I’m sure he’s witnessing. I nod. I’ve never been a good liar. I can’t lie at all. I’m not usually so naughty either.
“These Daddies you speak of. They don’t permit eye rolling or being toldno, do they?”
I swallow hard. “No, Sir.” The reverence flows off my tongue naturally.
“Papis do not allow such naughty behavior either, Little one,” he informs me. “You don’t like to be naughty, do you?”
I shake my head slowly. “No, Sir.” I feel like I’m floating out of my body. This can’t be happening. I’m surely not standing here talking to this gigantic man who is Daddying me in every way. He’s Daddying me better than anyone ever has, and I barely know him.
Part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and rush into his arms. But that’s irrational, and I’m scared. Why doesn’t Ava look at me? I glance at her again. She’s consumed by the man she’s talking to.
“I’ll tell you what, Baby girl. When we get upstairs, I will spank your naughty little bottom, and your behavior will be forgiven. How does that sound?”
It sounds like heaven. It sounds like I’m dreaming. Maybe I’m still in bed, and I never even got up yet today. I knew Ava wanted me to go out with her tonight. I knew we were going to Club Zoom. I bet I’ve tucked that into my subconscious and created an elaborate dream from it.
“Is Ava a good friend?”
“Yes. We’ve been roommates for six years. We met in college. I can’t go with you. I can’t leave her.” I’m saying the words, but already I don’t believe them.
“I suspect you will see her again, Baby girl,” he says soothingly.
My breath hitches. How can he know that?
“What do you do for work here on Earth, Little one?”
I lick my lips. I know he’s distracting me. “I’m a graphic designer. I have clients waiting for me to finish their work.”
“The club will contact them and let them know, Little one.”
“Let them know what?” I shake my head. I can’t stop.
He moves closer and cups my face with both hands. “You’re mine, Mia,” he tells me again.
Silent tears escape my eyes. I know he’s right. “I’m scared.”
“I know, Baby girl. That’s normal.” He swipes the tears away with his thumbs. “I promise to do everything in my power to help you through this transition so you can be the happiest Little girl in the universe.”
I start panting. I might hyperventilate. I try to pull away from him, but he swoops in and lifts me off the floor. He cradles me to his chest, careful to trap my dress under my bottom so no one in the club can see my panties.
Surgient presses my face against his chest as he turns around. He speaks to his friend. “We’re going upstairs.”
“We’ll be right behind you.”
