Page 33 of His Little Turquoise
Papi lowers his lips to mine. “How did I get so lucky?” he mutters against my mouth.
I accept his quick kiss and then sigh, the same concern I’ve had all evening raising its head again. “You don’t know everything about me yet. What if you realize in a few months I’m not as amazing as you thought?”
“It won’t happen, Baby girl. I promise. It just doesn’t work that way.”
“How will I find a job? What if I can’t pull my own weight on your planet? I’m a graphic designer. Who will hire me?”
He kisses me again. “You won’t need to pull your own weight, as you call it, Little one. Papi will take care of your every need. We don’t use currency on Eleadia the way you do on Earth. Every man does his job and contributes to society in a system of trading that works for us.”
I stare at him in shock. “You don’t have money?”
“No. Don’t need it.”
“And women don’t work?” This confounds me. The suggestion sounds heavenly, but would I get bored after a while?
He shrugs. “Some help their Papi’s out. I’ve heard our jeweler’s Little girl, for example, has an amazing eye for stones. She helps people choose the best cuts and makes suggestions, but it’s not the sort of job like you picture here on Earth. She doesn’t work set hours for pay. She just helps out when someone comes to make a selection.”
“Oh.” I can’t fully process such a society. Sounds utopian. Could it be real? I guess I’ll understand better after we arrive and I see this planet in action.
I lower my gaze to the enormous erection waiting patiently as it bobs in front of me. Its owner is also very patient, talking to me about work and jobs while he hovers above me naked and aroused.
“How many women have you had sex with?” I whisper. It seems only fair. He asked me. I should get to ask him.
He gives me a strange smile. “None, Baby girl. Remember there are no females on Eleadia except the ones bonded to men.”
My eyes go wide. I never thought of this. “Oh.” This amazes me and makes me feel somewhat less self-conscious. At least I’m not the only virgin here. We will both be fumbling in a way, though I’m certain Papi knows far more about sex than me.
“Not with a live being anyway,” he jokes. “We have amazing toys that simulate the real thing, but they aren’t sentient beings, of course. Just being naked with you and looking at you is already a far superior experience. When we use a simulation tool, we have no reference for what it might feel like to be with a live female.”
“You don’t watch porn?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. The question sounds silly.
He smiles. “No. We don’t have any reason for it. It doesn’t do much for us. I’ve seen human porn, but the bond we have with our females is nothing like what is projected on those fake videos. They don’t do anything for us to help reach orgasm.”
There is so much for me to learn. “So you’ve just closed your eyes and masturbated for like a hundred years without any reference point?”
“Yep. It feels good. It prepares us for what we will feel like inside an actual human, but it’s not the same.”
For some reason this conversation is making me wetter. I kind of like that whatever happens between us right now might not be disappointing to him.
“Do it,” I demand.
He chuckles. “So bossy.” He kisses my neck before nibbling a path to my ear, making me shiver. “You’ll only get away with that in my bed, Baby girl. Don’t get used to it.”
I whimper at the promise, my pussy growing impossibly wetter at his dominance.
When he nicks the spot behind my ear with his quill, I grab his arms. “Papi…”
His lips come back to mine, hovering over me again. “You’ll never choose when or where Papi pierces you, Baby girl. I’ll decide.”
I shiver again. His promises are also threats. They drive my arousal higher.
After another kiss, he nuzzles my neck and then kisses down between my breasts. I dig my fingers into his forearms when he pricks my nipples yet again, first one and then the other. He’s wicked.
Holding himself aloft with one hand, he reaches for my pussy with the other, strokes my folds until they part for him, and thrusts a finger into me.
I lift my hips off the bed and cry out.
“My girl is so responsive. You’ve needed this pussy filled all evening, haven’t you, Baby girl?”
