Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I’ll admit, the tiny piece of lace she was wearing before I tore it off her was sexy, but in my world, total submission is sexier. The kind of submission where I control every aspect of her life, and she willingly gives it over to me.
It takes time for human females to grasp how life on Eleadia works. I have a feeling it will take Ava more time than the average Little girl. Ava, who uses every breath to insist she is not Little.
I release her lips but hover close, inhaling her scent and enjoying the sated look on her face. I love how her eyes are half open, she has a sweet smile, and her face is relaxed. In a moment, she’s going to jump back into her body, and my sweet angel will turn into a rabid devil.
In…three…two…
“Ganrax…” She shoves at me before we get to one. “Can I get out of this tub yet? Are you done manipulating me?”
“Mmm.” I find it impossible to be mad at her. She’s trying so hard to hold on to a way of life she knows is over. She’s fighting more with herself than with me.
Yes, a part of me feels bad for the way females are yanked from their lives and removed from the planet, but the truth is they’re cherished, adored, loved, and treated like princesses. That’s not something common on Earth, and rarely is it lasting.
For Eleadians, it’s for life. I will worship her body for hundreds of years. It will be hard at first, but when she realizes the bonuses that come with mating me, she will eventually let go of her stubborn ways. The rest of our lives will be blissful happiness because that’s our way.
I let the water out of the basin and reach for a towel.
She sits upright, pouting, while I dry her off and toss the wet towel aside to exchange it for a dry one. After wrapping it around her, I lift her into my arms and cradle her against my chest.
It’s instinctive to want to hold her against me. It will help us bond for her naked chest to rest against mine, which is why I didn’t close the front of the towel. Her soft breasts are pressed against my pecs, and our hearts are beating in sync. Does she realize that?
I waste no time heading for the couch where I intend to spank Ava’s naughty bottom hard enough to encourage some contrition. She’s a stubborn Little girl. She knows she’s mine. She knows how good it feels to submit to me, but I sense she’s going to fight me for a long time.
When we reach the couch, I tug the towel away, sit, and arrange her over my lap face down.
“Hey,” she shouts, lifting and twisting her small body as if she’s any match for me. “What are you doing?”
I easily clasp both her wrists in one of mine and pin them to the small of her back, leaving her head and feet against the couch cushions. Her bottom is raised in the air over my thighs.
She’s still flailing, though. “Ganrax. Papi…”
I palm her bottom, admiring the color of her skin. I noticed before but now it’s even more apparent. She did protect her skin for the previous twenty-four years. There is only a faint difference in color between her bottom and her thighs. I wouldn’t have been surprised to have seen a distinct tan line. I’ve read that human females are sun-worshipers.
“You can’t spank me,” she shouts.
“I can, Little one. I told you I would after your bath. I also told you I will never renege on a punishment. If I give you an order and you don’t comply, your bottom will end up red and hot.”
“I’m an adult, G—, Papi. You can’t spank me.”
“You’re definitely an adult, Baby girl. The prettiest one I’ve ever set eyes on. And feisty, too. I need you to understand that no matter how often or how hard you fight me, I will still be your Papi. I will still adore you and protect you until the end of time.”
She shakes her head back and forth. “No one has ever spanked me. I don’t like it. I don’t want it.” She’s crying now.
I rub the backs of her thighs, which haven’t stopped moving as she continues to attempt to squirm free. “How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never experienced it?”
“Because it’s barbaric!” she shouts. “Spanking isn’t even good for actual children. Studies show it only alienates them. It’s not effective.”
“Oh, Little girl, I think you will find that spanking adult Little girls is very effective.”
She twists, trying to look at me. “What does that even mean? It makes no sense.”
“You’ll see.” I’m aware there are some Little girls who do not respond well to spanking, especially if they were abused at some point in their lives. But the vast majority are so turned on by the submission that they end up panting with need. I already know this is how Ava will react because contrary to her words, her pheromones are filling the room with her arousal again.