Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Ava

My brain is scrambled. I can’t believe I just came, again. I’ve never had two orgasms in a row. Plus, no man has ever managed to make me come. And then there’s the fact that I’ve never had an orgasm without a vibrator.

Until now. Until Ganrax. Until…Papi. This giant man from another planet who has swept into my life, taken over every aspect of it, and proven to me that he’s going to rock my world in bed.

I’m grinning as I try to catch my breath. I shouldn’t be. I’m not stupid. I know we have a million things to discuss. I need to find my spine and make sure he knows I’m not some submissive wimp who’s going to roll over and let him control me just because he managed to give me two amazing orgasms.

On top of that, he cheated. He controls me with that damn quill. He uses it to drive me wild. It’s like a drug. I guess it is a drug. He’s injecting me with something in his saliva that makes me so horny I can’t deny him. It’s unnerving.

He finally releases my hands to scoot me back on the mattress and climb up between my legs. He’s so imposing and huge that his knees continue to force my legs wide.

I’m so exposed, and as my vision clears, I shudder. He’s staring down at me, not touching me at all now. His hands are planted on either side of my shoulders.

“Ava…” His voice is gentle and filled with reverence. “You are so perfect. I’m so glad you came to Club Zoom tonight.”

I clear my throat. “Ganrax, as spectacular as that was—and don’t get me wrong, it was off-the-charts amazing—we need to talk. I don’t think you understand that I’m not right for you.”

It’s weird arguing with him about this issue, but he needs to understand. I need to make sure he grasps that I’m not the kind of woman he’s looking for, or we’re in for a lifetime of arguing and hurt.

He gives me a small smile. “Ava, I don’t think you understand that nothing else matters. You’re exactly perfect for me because Fate decided so. The rest will work itself out.”

I sigh. “Ganrax…”

He winces. He wants me to call him Papi.

“I’ve never experimented with age play in any form. If I had, I would have been the Mommy to a Little boy or girl, not the other way around. I have been to kink clubs. I’ve done some scenes, experimented, both as a sub and a Domme, but trying things out in a controlled environment with a dungeon monitor hovering around is far different from letting a man dominate me the way you want to.”

He climbs off the side of the bed and lifts me into his arms, cradling me. “I’m going to give you a bath, Little one.”

I gasp. “No, you’re not. Have you listened to anything I’ve said?”

“I’ve heard you, Baby girl, but there’s nothing I can say in response. All I can do is show you that you’re wrong.”

I gasp and try to squirm out of his arms. It’s ridiculous. He’s gigantic. He only needs one arm around me to control me. “Put me down,” I order. When I shove at him with my free arm, he silently grabs my wrist and pins it to my side.

He carries me into the great room and stops at the kitchen counter. He’s smiling at me. “May I point out how aroused you get when I restrain you, Ava? Even something as simple as circling your tiny wrist makes your pussy leak. You can’t hide it from me. You’ll never be able to hide your pheromones. No matter what words come out of your mouth, I can scent your naughty body betraying you.”

Him and his damn sensitive nose. Shit . “Just because I might get aroused when you pin me down doesn’t make me submissive. It just means I enjoy a bit of kink with my sex.”

He reaches over me, and a moment later, I hear water running. He’s turned on a faucet at the kitchen sink. I’m not looking that direction. My gaze is on his. He’s so frustrating.

His gaze shifts to the sink behind me for a few seconds as he does something I’m not focusing on. Maybe he needs to get a drink? But he leaves the water running as he returns his attention to me. “Have you ever let a man restrain you during sex before, Ava?”

His question takes me off guard. I shake my head. “Fuck no.”

He lifts a brow. “What did I say about cussing?”

My face heats. “You can’t spank me, Ganrax. I’m a grown woman. I’m not your submissive.”

“I can spank you, naughty girl, and I will after I give you a bath. I’m not fond of all the artificial scents on your body. I want to smell just you.”

His words are so weird. What the hell is he talking about? “Artificial scents? Like perfume and makeup? Lotion and shampoo?”

“Yep. I want all of that off you.” Suddenly he leans forward, and my ass hits water.

I yelp. What the fuck? Is he setting me in the kitchen sink? I glance around and see that I should have paid attention. I’m in a strange giant sink built into the kitchen counter. I grab the sides and sit upright, hoping my hair won’t get wet. I washed it earlier today. I don’t want it to get wet again. “Why do you have a giant sink?”

“It’s a basin, Baby girl.” He reaches for what I assume is liquid soap.

“No.” I shake my head and push with both hands on the sides, trying to get out. What the hell is happening here? Five minutes ago, I had both the first and the second most powerful orgasms of my life. I’m still reeling from the experience. Now, I’m sitting naked in a strange basin, and when I look over the side, I realize how far off the floor I am.

Ganrax sets the soap back on the counter and grabs my biceps. “Look at me, Little one.” His voice is shockingly calm. He’s restraining me but not in a way that will bruise my arms.

I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. “No. Let me out.”

“Ava… Look at Papi.”

I continue to shake my head, pursing my lips. I feel like a toddler having a tantrum, which unnerves me.

“I’m going to tell you something, and I suggest you listen. But first, you need to look at me. I can wait until you’re ready.”

Damn him. How can he be so calm? I won’t give in. I don’t want a bath. I don’t want him to wash me. I don’t want my hair to get wet. I don’t want him to explain anything else about his dominant ways to me. I want to go home.

At some point, he turns off the water and immediately resumes his grip on my biceps. I’m stubborn, If I hold out, he’ll realize I’m a bad choice for a mate and let me go.

There are several problems with my reasoning, though. One is that Mia is somewhere in this building also being claimed by another man. Unlike me, I bet she’s happy as a clam being babied by her giant behemoth Papi.

Problem number two: I’m running out of steam. My energy is zapped from the stress of everything that’s happened.

Problem number three: The water is growing cold, and I’m starting to shiver, which is making my nipples pucker further.

And perhaps the worst problem of all: Ganrax has ruined me for all other men. I’m beyond aware that on that point he’s right. I’ll never in my life feel the kind of odd fated connection I feel toward him. If I walk away, I will live a sad unfulfilled lonely life.

What infuriates me is that he’s not giving me a choice. Though it is possible none of this is his fault. He’s as much a victim of Fate as I am. He had no idea who would be his mate until I stepped into the club. He didn’t pick me. Fate picked me. He’s just following Her orders.

Is that even a thing? It’s preposterous and frustrating. I can’t stand the idea that my freewill has been taken from me. Except, I also remind myself that I did make a choice. I chose to come to Club Zoom. I knew the risks, and I chose to ignore them. That’s on me.

Suddenly I have questions. “How long have you been here at Club Zoom?” I murmur, not lifting my gaze.

“Five nights.”

“How long would you have stayed if you hadn’t met me tonight?”

“Until you came to the club, Little one. That’s how it works. We’re not permitted to leave the club and wander around in society. Our size would draw too much attention. Our safety could not be guaranteed. Your species has weapons that could lead to our death. In addition, your government and others on this planet are not understanding of our assertion that our mates are chosen by a higher presence. They ignore that fact and permit this symbiotic relationship for the betterment of your waning planet.”

I know what he’s speaking of. I’m aware that there are ten locations like this one on Earth. The governments agreed to this arrangement out of self-preservation. Without the expertise of the Eleadians, Earth will cease to exist. Decades of poor choices have led to the increasing destruction of the planet. In exchange for help from the superior knowledge of the Eleadians, these powerful aliens have been permitted to set up ten clubs across the globe where they follow strict guidelines in order to find women.

“I’m not buying it either,” I mutter.

“I know it’s hard to wrap your head around, Little one, but you do feel it. You can deny it for as long as you’d like, but in your soul, you know I’m right. You know you’re just as much mine as I am yours.”

Shit. He’s right. I splash the water, not caring that it lands all over him and the counter and probably the floor. “But you cheat. You have that stupid needle in your mouth.”

Ganrax doesn’t flinch. “You know that’s not true, either, Baby girl,” he says in his infuriatingly calm tone. “You were there when I stepped onto the dance floor. You felt me coming and knew you were mine before you ever turned around. My quill only helps. Our fate had already been sealed.”

Shit, shit, shit. He’s right again.

“If you’ll look at me, I’ll share another fact with you so we can proceed.”

I’m running out of arguments, but that doesn’t make me less angry. Mostly I’m angry with myself. I made this decision to come to Club Zoom to satisfy my stupid curiosity. I was also cocky about it, being sassy with John, the bouncer at the entrance, while simultaneously proclaiming that my life wasn’t all that interesting, and so be it if I were to get chosen. “I’m cold,” I whisper. Goosebumps have risen all over my arms, chest, and shoulders. I’m starting to shiver.

“Look at Papi while I talk to you, then I’ll let the water out and refill it as warm as you’d like.”

“What if I get hypothermia?” I grumble. I really sound like a toddler.

He chuckles. “You won’t get hypothermia. I promise. The water in the basin isn’t going to get to a temperature lower than the room itself. This isn’t the Arctic Circle, Baby girl.”

Damn him. Why is he so smart and always right? It’s maddening.

“Why do I have to look at you? Just tell me what you want to say.”

“You have to look at me because I asked you to do so. I wouldn’t be a very good Papi if I let you manipulate me into changing my orders.”

I drop my shoulders, grumbling. I’ve never been so defiant in my life, probably not even when I was a toddler.

Another minute ticks by that feels like an hour because I’m shivering. Finally I realize I have no other options, so I tip my head back, but I do so with a scowl.

He smiles at me as if I’ve pleased him greatly. “There’s my good girl. I knew she was in there somewhere.”

I narrow my gaze further. “Don’t patronize me. Say what you have to say.”

He shows no sign of being affected by my disagreeable words. Instead, he strokes my arms with his thumbs. He’s been holding my biceps this entire time. “The quill behind my front teeth has several functions.”

For some reason, this unexpected declaration makes me shudder. I don’t think I want to hear more, but I have no choice.

“As you know, it can inject a serum that acts like an aphrodisiac, making you feel amorous. In addition, it can be used to inject a painkiller, which will be convenient if you ever get injured.”

I gasp. “Seriously?”

“Yes. If you broke a bone, I could quickly stop the pain and even inject as much as you might need for the doctor to reset it. Same with stitches or even just a bruise. Though I will point out that Eleadian males are extremely overprotective, so we don’t often let our mates get into situations where they might get injured. Nevertheless, accidents can happen even in our own backyard.”

“I guess you don’t need many doctors then if no one gets injured,” I respond in the sassiest voice I’ve ever heard come from my lips.

“On the contrary, part of our overprotective nature means we take our Little girls to the doctor with far more frequency than humans. We believe in preventative medicine. You will be healthier than you’ve ever been as you acclimate to my planet.”

I groan. Great. Doctors. My favorite. Too bad my internal sarcasm doesn’t ooze out of me. Or maybe it does. Probably so considering he’s chuckling.

“My quill has one more effective use.”

“I don’t think I want to hear this.”

Another chuckle. “Probably not, but you’re going to, and let me point out that your sassy sour demeanor is adorable and in no way turning me against you.” He lifts a brow.

Asshole. I don’t dare say that out loud, especially since he’s already indicated he intends to spank me for cussing, and whatever he decides is law because he’s far too big and powerful for me to defy.

“My serum can also be used to calm you. I can inject you with varying degrees of it if needed. I could give you a tiny amount to help lower your heart rate when you’re scared or angry. I could give you a bit more to force you to relax deeper. It will act like a muscle relaxant and prevent you from being able to fight me. I can also give you enough to totally make you unconscious so you sleep.”

I gasp. “That’s over the top, Ganrax.”

He lifts his brows, saying nothing.

I sigh. “Fine, Papi. Whatever.”

“There’s my sassy girl. I will use the serum when we enter the transport vessel so that you’ll sleep all the way home.”

This time I stop breathing. “Why?”

“It takes six months to get to Eleadia, Little one, and your human body needs to be in stasis for the trip. You wouldn’t survive otherwise.”

My voice rises. “Six months?”

“Yes. You won’t even know it. When you wake up, it will seem like you just slept through the night.”

“Will you be asleep, too?”

“Nope. I’ll be taking care of you.”

I’m stunned. I never thought about this fact.

“Now, I’ll give you a choice because I know how much you like choices.”

I growl at him. I already know I’m never going to like his “choices.”

“You may either be cooperative and let Papi bathe you, or I can inject you with enough relaxant that your body goes limp in my arms while I wash you. Which do you prefer?”

He does not fight fair. I want to point out that he has a third option—let me go home. But I don’t. I’m pretty sure my snarkiness is starting to wear on him.

He releases my arm to cup my chin with one hand. “Can you be a good girl for me while I wash you, Little one?”

Something about his tone and the way his gaze is penetrating mine suggests I should let go of this battle so I can retain the ability to continue to fight the war. Plus, my body reacts strongly to his words. That particular tone and the way he says “good girl” and “Little one.”

“Fine.”

“How about you try something a bit more agreeable like please give me a bath, Papi .”

My breath hitches. This is the second time he’s ordered me to ask him to do his bidding. It’s so bossy and over-the-top dominating. The thought of begging him to Daddy me makes me grip my knees together.

He speaks again. “I promise to be a good girl while you wash me, Papi.”

I swallow.

He waits.

Can he smell my arousal? My pussy is under the water. I hope not. I’m sure he can feel my increased pulse, though. He’s overly sensitive to such things. Bracing myself, I give him what he’s demanding. “I promise to be a good girl while you wash me, Papi.”

His smile broadens. “See? That wasn’t hard. Not as hard as your nipples are from asking.”

Damn him. Damn, damn, damn.

He releases me, and I hold the edges of the basin while he lets the cool water out, replaces the stopper, and runs warm water in. While the water rises, he picks up a large cup and fills it. “Tip your head back for me, Little one, so I can get your hair wet.”

“I don’t want my hair wet, Papi.” Maybe if I’m agreeable, he’ll listen to me. “I washed it today. I don’t have any way to style it again. It will get all wavy and frizzy.”

He lifts my chin with a finger. “I’m going to wash all of you, Baby girl, including your hair. You will feel so good when we get all the chemicals off your body and hair. The water alone should already be affecting you.”

“It’s not normal water?”

“Sure it is. But it’s Eleadian water. We bring it from our planet. Your water isn’t healthy or safe. Ours is pure and clean. We don’t touch yours or drink it. You won’t anymore either.”

“But can’t you leave my hair alone this time?”

“No, Little one. It would be silly for me to wash only part of you. Tip your head back and stop arguing with Papi.”

I’m fighting tears as he pours the cup of water over my head. I doubt he has a hair dryer or gel or any other product I need in this apartment. I hope they at least have them on Eleadia.

“Take a deep breath, Baby girl,” he orders in a soothing voice. “I know you’re nervous. I promise I’m going to do everything in my power to help you adjust. All Little girls have trouble accepting a new way of life at first.”

“I bet Mia’s not,” I grumble. “She’s Little. She’s probably giggling and happier than a clam.”

“That’s rare, Ava. If she’s adjusting that easily, good for her. But most Little girls need time. You’re not an anomaly.”

“I’m not Little,” I remind him again.

He doesn’t respond. What he does do is massage my scalp in such a way that I’m nearly panting. How does he make washing my hair so erotic? I never want him to stop. It feels so good. His hands are huge, and his fingers are strong. He applies the perfect amount of pressure and takes his time.

When the water level is high, he turns off the faucet and continues massaging my scalp until I’m practically putty, and I nearly groan when he’s done. He takes great care to rinse my hair thoroughly, using the cup and one hand at my forehead to keep water from running into my eyes.

I reach up and stroke my hand over the length of thick hair when he’s done. It’s softer than I’ve ever felt, and he didn’t even use conditioner. I don’t see any. Just the one type of soap.

He puts more in his palm and rubs his hands together. “Tip your head back and close your eyes, Baby girl. The soap won’t burn if it gets in them, but I don’t want you to get water in your eyes.”

I hold my breath while he gently washes my face. I’ll be surprised if he’s able to remove my mascara with his simple soap, but apparently he succeeds because he doesn’t take more than a minute to scrub my face clean.

“I’m going to pour water down your face now, Little one. Hold still for me.”

I draw in another breath and hold it. I can’t say I’ve ever dated a single man who has seen me without makeup. When he’s done, I look at him, expecting to see shock. All I see is a huge smile as he bends to kiss me briefly.

“Much better. Your natural skin is gorgeous, Little one.”

“You said John will go to my apartment and get some things. Can he get my hair products and makeup?”

“You won’t need hair products or makeup, Ava. We don’t have things like that on Eleadia. Little girls don’t use them.”

I splash the water hard enough for it to hit Papi in the face. “I’m not Little,” I demand.

He wipes the water from his eyes, wraps his huge hand around my head, pulls my face against his bare chest, and kisses my temple. He holds me like this for long seconds before reaching for the soap again.

He’s so frustrating. I hate that I feel calmer when he touches me. I also hate that my entire body lights on fire as he washes me, starting with my fingers and working up my arm.

I’m panting as he switches to the other arm, mesmerized by the feel of his big hands. He does my back next. When he rubs more soap onto his palms, I watch closely, knowing my chest is next. I even grab the sides of the basin again.

Sure enough, he works the suds into my shoulders and then down. The moment he cups my breasts, I jump. A low moan escapes my lips unbidden. I’m mad at myself for being unable to control my reactions.

He spends more time than necessary washing my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs over and over as if they’re dirtier than the rest of me and need to be scrubbed. By the time he releases them, I’m a hot mess. A horny ball of need.

I’m breathing heavily while he washes my feet and then my legs. As he reaches for more soap, my pussy pulses. I’m close to orgasm, and he hasn’t touched me yet.

“Spread your legs wide for me, Baby girl,” he purrs. Purrs .

I obey him because I can’t help myself, and I want his hands on me. I need to come.

He continues rubbing his palms together, creating more suds, making me wait. “Lean back, Ava. There’s a headrest behind you.” When I obey, he continues, “Good girl. Lift your feet out of the water and set them on the sides of the basin.”

My breath hitches. My heart is pounding. I’ll die if he doesn’t touch me, and this is so erotic. His voice is mesmerizing, and he’s asking me to make myself so very vulnerable. I both hate and love him at the same time.

As if I have no self-control, I do as I’m told. I’m like a puppet, and he’s the puppet master. I’m not able to deny him, not while I’m staring at his huge hands and needing them on my pussy.

I’m trembling and clutching the edge of the basin so tightly next to my feet that my knuckles are going to be sore tomorrow. Hell, will I even be awake tomorrow to be aware of this problem?

He sets his hands on my inner thighs and strokes down to my pussy. I moan loudly as he washes my folds, taking his time again, paying extra attention to my clit and between my labia. He even pushes two fingers up inside me.

I’m dizzy with need, so close to the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm, when he presses down on my pelvis with one hand while lowering the other toward my rear hole.

I gasp and try to wiggle free. “Papi, no…”

He ignores me and rubs his fingers over my puckered hole.

I think I’m going to pass out.

My eyes roll back, and I cry out when he pushes a finger inside me. “Papi, no!” I try to free myself, but I’m trapped.

“Relax your bottom, Baby girl. No part of you will be off-limits to Papi. I’ll be intimate with your little bottom every day.”

I shake my head, not believing this is happening. My bottom? Hard no.

While he continues to stroke his finger deeper in my private hole, he grinds his palm against my clit. It’s a dirty trick. So very manipulative. And it works.

Nerve endings I was not aware of and would rather have never known about come to life inside my rectum as he adds a second finger, thrusts faster, and rubs my pussy.

“No. No no no no…” I roll my head back and forth, holding on tight to the sides of the basin. My body is rigid and has a mind of its own. My traitorous pussy is pleased and begging me to let him continue.

Gritting my teeth, I fight the growing arousal, but I’m losing. Papi is making it feel so good. My arousal is climbing as I pant and moan and squirm. The feeling is foreign and unwelcome. Invasive and…so good. Oh, God .

He thrusts his thumb into my vagina, adding to the growing pressure that threatens to explode.

I don’t care anymore. I just need to come. He hasn’t even pricked me this time. This is all me. My need. My…fate.