Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Ganrax

My heart hurts. When she stops fighting me, I want to scream. It was much better while she was still arguing, but she’s worn out, and I’ve pushed her to her limit.

It’s unavoidable. Everything I’ve introduced to her was mandatory. Little girls have to learn several things in the first few hours after we claim them. There are no other options. We’re working our way down the list.

I know she’s thirsty because she keeps licking her lips, and they are so dry.

She’s going to balk at my next plan, too, but it can’t be helped. I hold her tightly with one hand so she can’t squirm free and take a tumble to the floor as I pad into the kitchen. When I open the fridge, she glances inside and sighs. I say nothing as I snag one of the bottles.

Ava isn’t breathing. Her eyes are wide, but not focused on me. I want to know what she’s thinking, but I don’t dare ask. It can’t be good. I carry her to the rocking chair.

“No,” she says with all the conviction she can muster as soon as I adjust her in my lap and lift the bottle to her lips. She purses her lips hard and turns her naughty face away.

I would chuckle if it wouldn’t hurt her feelings. I know it’s going to be challenging helping her learn to submit to me, but she can only hold out so long. Eventually she will give in. In the meantime, I’ll probably be exhausted, but she’s so predictable already that I’m fighting the urge to laugh. I’m running out of things to shock her with, though. Just a few more.

“You said you were thirsty, Little one, and I know you have to be after three orgasms and all the energy it takes you to argue and fight with Papi. I didn’t see you get a drink in the bar earlier, either. I bet you didn’t have time, which means you haven’t had a sip of anything since you left your apartment.”

She twists her head away, her entire body turning with her. “I’ll have water, in a glass.”

“You’ll have formula, in a bottle,” I inform her gently.

She shakes her pretty head. Her hair is almost dry, and I like seeing how it looks naturally. It has far more wave and curl than earlier. It will be so pretty up in pigtails or even braids. I’ll probably put it in pigtails for a while, but I suspect she will hate it.

Since when am I deviously plotting ways to make my Little girl more frustrated? I think about that for a moment and then realize that’s not it at all. It’s that I know deep inside Ava will ultimately prefer pigtails over braids. She will fight me every step of the way, but I will win because I’m the Papi, and she’s far more submissive than she wants to admit.

I suspect she sort of knows on some level, which is why she’s being so defiant and disagreeable.

I rock her gently, holding the bottle up for her to take. She’s thirsty. Her lips are so dry. I can tell by the rumble of her tummy she’s also hungry. “Did you eat before you came to Club Zoom, Baby girl?”

“Why do you care?” she grumbles as she tries to cover her breasts with one hand.

“Because my job is to ensure you’re healthy, Little one. I bet you didn’t have dinner. You need the calories in this formula.”

She finally meets my gaze, her glare full of frustration. “So what I’m learning is that not only do you want me to be Little, but super young like a Baby. You’re going to feed me and make me use diapers.”

I decide to respond to her indirectly. “We cherish our mates on my planet, Ava. In every way. Papis are doting and protective and controlling. We’re wired that way, Baby girl. Yes, I will take care of every single one of your needs. I will hover. I will not let you out of my sight very often. I will have rules that are meant for your safety and protection. I will also worship you, snuggle with you, rock you, hug you, play with you, and make you scream with pleasure. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. I want to see you smile and laugh. It will take time for you to adjust. I understand that, Little one. It’s expected. But no matter how long it takes for you to accept me, you eventually will. You’ll realize no one on Earth has a bond like we will. There is no human male you could have met who would have treated you like I will. You are my life, and deep down you already know it. You can feel it in your heart. So, you can be stubborn. I kind of like knowing that you will challenge me every step of the way. But you need to know that no matter what you say or do, it will change nothing. I will still be your Papi. Nothing can break the bond we have already developed. No matter how long it takes you to submit to me, I won’t waver. I won’t even get angry, Baby girl. I will wait for you.”

I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten to her on some level. Her eyes look watery. Her bottom lip is quivering. “I don’t want to submit to anyone,” she whispers.

The poor thing tears at my heart. I roll her closer so her breasts press against my chest. I kiss the top of her head. “I know, Baby girl. It’s hard at first. It’s foreign and different, but I promise it will eventually feel right.”

“It won’t.” Yeah, she’s stubborn.

“One step at a time. You’re hungry and thirsty. Take the bottle for me. What can it hurt? It will fill your tummy and quench your thirst. Who cares if it comes from a bottle?”

“You do because you’re controlling.”

I chuckle. “I’ll give you that. I am controlling. But I will smother you with love at the same time.” I kiss her temple. She smells so much better now that I’ve removed the combination of scents she’d been wearing.

We survived bathtime, a spanking, and diapering. I love that she’s now free of hair products and makeup. She’s so pretty she takes my breath away. I lean her back and look down at her breasts, taking in the dusky nipples that have been hard since I unveiled them.

They will be hard for the rest of our lives after I have them pierced. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to tell her that part prematurely, but I’m thinking pink. Perhaps morganite. A soft pink/peach color will look amazing against her skin.

“Stop staring at my boobs,” she mutters. She tries to cover them again, but I gently remove her hand and bring it to my lips so I can kiss her knuckles.

“You’re so pretty, Little one. I’m going to stare at you a lot.”

“Can I have my dress back now?”

Here we go . I haven’t even won the battle of wills over the formula, and we’re moving back to the clothing discussion? Crap. “No, Baby girl. You don’t need your dress.”

“What am I going to wear? Will John pick up clothes for me?” It’s like she never heard me tell her she won’t be wearing clothes.

I shake my head. “No, but if you have some personal items you don’t want to leave behind, he’ll grab those. I can send him a list. Would you like to discuss that now?” I’ll do anything to avoid repeating the clothing conversation.

She frowns. “Fine. I’d like some pictures that are in a photo album on the shelf under my nightstand. And…” She hesitates.

“And what, Baby girl?”

“You won’t judge me?” She narrows her gaze again.

“Never.”

“The doll my mother bought me when I was three is next to the photo album. It’s all I have of my mother.”

“I’ll make sure John gets it.” I’m so fucking pleased to know she has a doll. “Anything else?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, makeup, clothes, hair products. Whatever you don’t have, I’d like to bring it, though Lord knows what I’ll do when it runs out.”

I chuckle. “You won’t need any of those things, Ava. Little girls don’t have makeup, hair products, or clothes on Eleadia.”

She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply through her renewed frustration. She’s fighting back another round of tears. She needs a bottle and a nap.

I tap her lips with the nipple. “Please drink for me, Little one.”

I’m relieved when she relents, letting the nipple into her mouth. It takes her a few moments to get the feel of it, and then she’s sucking, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest.

This is a moment I want to freeze for eternity. My Little girl, snuggled in my arms, her hair a wild mess of curls because I haven’t combed it or styled it, wearing nothing but a diaper, and finally taking her first bottle.

She’s precious, and I will cherish her for the rest of my life. No matter how long it takes for her to adapt, I will not lose my cool. I knew this could happen, and I was even more certain when I first saw her. On Earth, she might have been a dominant female, but she’s been lying to herself. Underneath the tough exterior is a submissive. I just need to coax her out.

For fifteen blessed minutes, my Little girl sucks down her bottle. She does so because she’s so thirsty and needs the nutrition. The fight has run out in her. She needs rest.

I stroke her skin while she suckles, trying to sooth her with my touch. I know it helps. Holding her helps, too. When we’re chest to chest like this, she will always calm. I could use my quill on her, and maybe I should have done so more than I have, but I didn’t want to cause her to argue that I’ve influenced her.

My serum can definitely influence her. I can use it to enhance her pleasure. I can use it to put her to sleep. I can also use it to dull her pain or completely numb an area of her body if need be. But my serum isn’t actually controlling her. She’s drawn to me as strongly as I’m drawn to her because that’s the way of Fate. Deep down, she knows this is true, but accepting it will take time.

When the bottle is empty, I rise carefully so as not to disturb her, pad into the bedroom, and grab a pacifier from the same container where her diapers are.

The moment I pop it into her mouth, she resumes suckling, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she relaxes further in my arms. The poor thing is totally worn out.

I hate to put her down. I’d rather continue to hold her, but I need to do some things while she naps, so I ease her onto the bed, cover her with a soft blanket, and prop pillows around her. I don’t want her to fall off.

The first thing I do is change out of these uncomfortable dress pants and into the stretchy black pants that are common among my people. The next thing I do is send a text to John, listing the things I’d like him to get from Ava’s apartment. I suspect he’ll need to go for Mia, too.

Moments later, my phone rings. It’s Surgient. I answer immediately. “Hey.”

“How are you doing?” he asks softly.

I chuckle sardonically. “Everything they say is true. This Little girl is so feisty I didn’t think I’d ever get her to calm down, take a bottle, and sleep.” This is an understatement, but I don’t want to go into details.

“I’ve seen it in every male I’ve spoken to for two years, my friend.” Surgient would know. He’s been the intake doctor on the mothership for those two years. He’s examined every Little girl before she was put into stasis to leave for Eleadia.

“I promised Ava I would send someone to her apartment to get some things,” I tell him.

“I promised Mia the same. Have you lined someone up?”

“Yes. John from the front desk. He says he does this often. I texted him a list. I’ll share his contact information with you. He’ll get both of their things and deal with the manager of their building tomorrow, too.”

“Excellent. Thank you.”

“It’s going to be a very long trip home,” I say as I run a hand through my hair.

“Yes. Eternal.”

“I think Ava is at least slightly mollified by the knowledge that her best friend was also chosen tonight. What were the chances?”

“It’s rare. I’ve heard of friends both getting selected before, but not on the same night,” Surgient says.

I sigh. I’m almost as exhausted as Ava. “I guess I’ll see you in six months and a few weeks.”

“Yep. The girls will be chomping at the bit to get together.”

“Let’s hope. If Ava hasn’t stabbed me in my sleep.” I try to laugh, but it’s not filled with humor.

As I set the phone down, I turn back toward the bedroom.

Ava is right where I left her. She looks so peaceful in slumber. She’s completely relaxed for the first time since I met her. The formula helped. It has calming properties.

I don’t move. I can’t. I need to watch her. Her sweet little legs are spread wide to comfortably accommodate her diaper. Her arms are resting bent and near her head in a very open submissive position. I wonder if she normally sleeps so open and peacefully. Her hair is wild and gorgeous, forming a halo around her head. She’s rhythmically sucking the pacifier as if she does so every day, which I know for certain is not the case. I bet this feisty girl stopped using a soothing aid when she was about one.

The best part is that the blanket has slid down her body just enough that her nipples are exposed. She has the most perfect nipples I’ve ever seen. I’m going to enjoy worshiping them, and my cock stiffens at the thought of having them pierced.

There are so many more hurdles to overcome. I’m concerned my Little girl is not going to transition quickly. I know she will eventually, but it’s not going to happen overnight. She’s particularly angry about having what she thinks of as her freewill taken from her.

What she doesn’t understand yet is that neither of us really exercises freewill. She’s just mine, and I’m hers. She’s battling her instincts, but they aren’t natural instincts. They’re learned. When she realizes that and follows her heart, she’ll see that submitting to me is far more natural and comfortable than fighting with me in a battle of wills.

I have to give her time. She’ll come around eventually. Every Little girl does.