His Naughty Little Mate Page 4

  All the discoveries Carmen had hoped to make seemed inconsequential given her current circumstances. If she never left this planet, never made it back to Earth, what would she have to show for her life? A few failing friendships and a string of broken romantic relationships. That’s it. No one would miss her. Her heart squeezed painfully and she blinked back tears. Be strong. Don’t cry. The future isn’t written yet.

  She vowed to reevaluate her priorities in life if she ever made it back to Earth. To really work on her personal relationships. To settle down with the right man and start a family before it was too late. Life was meant to be lived, and while she enjoyed her research, it didn’t quell the loneliness in her heart. It gave her life some meaning, but it wasn’t enough to push away her nightmares or make her truly happy.

  She ran a hand through her hair, still damp from a shower, and sat up against the pillows piled behind her. Stars sparkled around a bright yellow waning moon, the beauty of the night spilling in through the window to make her feel even more homesick for the life she wished she had. A second chance awaited her on Earth, but only if she were able to return one day.

  The familiar sound of the door zipping open and shut set her heart to pounding. She straightened and took a deep breath, staring through the darkness at the tall figure advancing in her direction. Her stomach fluttered when his face came into focus through the shadows.

  Erik.

  She licked her lips and rose to her feet, looking up at him while her legs once again turned to jelly under his smoldering gaze. “You’re really here,” she said, unsure of what else to say. They’d slept in the same room before, but never in the same bed.

  “A promise is a promise, little girl.” He cupped her face and leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, his tongue briefly delving inside before he broke away and stared down at her, the hunger in his eyes leaving her breathless with desire. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

  She struggled for words, but before a reply formed in her mind, he kissed her again, this time more forcefully. He coaxed her lips to part, and she melted into him, roving her hands up and down his back as his cock strained against his pants and pressed against her center. She drank him in, his masculine scent and his delicious taste, delighting in the growl that rumbled from his throat when she gyrated her hips against his.

  *

  Erik couldn’t help himself. The weeks of living in close quarters with Carmen, watching her sleep in the tight white tank top and shorts that had sufficed as her pajamas, and comforting her when she had a nightmare, had nearly broken his resolve to keep their relationship strictly professional. Each day, anticipating the sleeping hours had been torture. Every night he’d had to fight the impulse to pull her up into his bunk, and he’d often fallen asleep imagining how it would feel to sink his aching cock into the sweetness between her thighs.

  He hadn’t allowed himself to desire a woman in a long time. Not since Heather. The pain of that failed relationship had driven him to solitude. It was safer to be alone, with no one to hurt him. But he was tired of being alone, and tired of being afraid to move on with his life. It was time to take a chance, and his interest in Carmen went well beyond mere physical attraction. Somehow she’d broken through the walls he’d erected around his heart, and he harbored a tenderness for the stubborn young woman, as well as a fierce need to protect her.

  She softened, allowing him to take command of the kiss, and he groaned as she thrust her center forward against his hard cock. His tongue glided against hers, pushing deeper into her mouth. Tangling a hand in her hair, he tipped her head back and continued his steady, demanding exploration. Soft moans hummed through her mouth, spurning his desire to burn white hot. His cock pulsed with need, and his blood heated.

  When he pulled away to stare at Carmen, her lips were dark pink and swollen from his kisses. Her hair was mussed and her chest heaved up and down under her gasping breaths. The outline of her peaked nipples was evident, and he touched her left breast, tweaking the bud through the sheer fabric of her dress. She sucked in a quick breath and her whole body tensed, her head tilting to the side as her eyes closed. She bit her lip and groaned, and it was all the encouragement Erik needed. Slipping the garment off her shoulders, he pushed it down her body until it pooled at her feet, then pulled the shorts underneath down her hips and off her shapely legs.

  She stepped out of them and peered up at him shyly, but didn’t make a move to cover herself. His cock jerked at the sight of her naked beauty, all creamy white flesh and tempting curves. He cupped one of her full, round breasts, letting his other hand travel down the flat of her stomach.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

  After a deep, shuddering breath, she parted her thighs for his inspection. He slipped two fingers along her slick folds, delighted to find her completely bare.

  “Such a smooth, wet little pussy, Carmen. Laser treatments?”

  She flushed. “Yes. I had it done years ago, right after I turned eighteen.”

  “You were eighteen when I first met you.” He slipped a finger inside her moist entrance, and her muscles clamped down upon his digit. So tight, so inviting.

  “Seems like forever ago,” she whispered, gasping as he pushed a second finger into her tightness. She leaned into him and clutched his shoulders for support.

  “I remember,” he said, nibbling on her ear lobe, “one of my first thoughts about you was that you were too big for your britches. You clearly needed someone to take you in hand and give you a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom.”

  She struggled against him, trying to pull away. Obviously his words had riled her, even though the flow of moisture in her pussy betrayed her arousal. “One of my first thoughts about you was that you were a grumpy, hard ass who needed to get laid.”

  Grasping her hands, he pulled her forward as he sat down on the bed, forcing her to stand between his legs. He arched an eyebrow at her pouting demeanor. “Well, Carmen, this grumpy hard ass wants to take a good look at your bottom right now. Are you still red from the last spanking Blue gave you?”

  Eyes wide, she shook her head so fast her hair flipped about her shoulders. “No, my bottom is fine, Erik. Can’t we, um, just go back to the kissing?”

  “Later. After I inspect a certain young lady’s naughty little bottom.”

  “Wh-what? Erik, I… oh!” She squealed and struggled in his hold as he turned her over his knee, positioning her bottom high.

  Firm and round, her cheeks were dark pink in the center, evidence that she’d probably gotten yet another spanking from Blue today. Her center ground against his swollen cock as she fought to escape his lap, but he held her firmly and draped one leg over hers. Her hands flew around as she tried to cover her bottom, and he secured her wrists at the small of her back, then cupped her bottom with his free hand.

  “Your bottom looks suspiciously freshly spanked, Carmen.” Taking his time, he caressed her cheeks one at a time, enjoying the mewling noises she made as she thrashed around on his lap. He swatted her bottom, leaving a fresh red mark on her left cheek. “Stay still, young lady. I’m not finished with my inspection.”

  “Erik, you’re embarrassing me,” she said in a small, pleading voice.

  “Is that so?”

  She tensed, her bottom firming up under his hand as he drew one cheek to the side, exposing her bottom hole. Soon he had her splayed wide as he watched her puckering entrance clench and unclench. Whimpers drifted up, and ever so slowly she began to relax over his lap.

  “Such a good girl,” he praised. He released her cheek and focused on the slick warmth between her thighs, spreading the moisture around her smooth pussy lips. Her resistance waned. She lifted her bottom up, meeting his hand as a low moan left her. Moisture flowed from her center, her arousal increasing as he stroked, explored, and teased.

  He tapped at her clit, and a strangled, wanton cry was his reward. She was so responsive, so sweetly submissive. Swirl. Tap. Swirl. T
ap tap. He tormented her swollen bud, continually bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, only to draw away for a few seconds, before tapping on her clit instead of applying enough pressure to hurl her into the ecstasy he knew she craved. Her bottom rose and fell atop his lap as she sought her release.

  “Look at this naughty bottom,” he said. “Still pink from a spanking you got from your nurse, Carmen.”

  “Wh-what? Stop calling Blue my nurse.”

  He abandoned her slick folds and began rubbing her backside. “Would you rather I call her your babysitter?” He swatted her ass twice after she gave him an unladylike reply. “How did it make you feel to be dressed in a childish nightie and put in diapers, Carmen? Be completely honest.”

  A shudder rippled down from her shoulders, and her legs parted slightly at his question. “I-I felt frustrated. Blue doesn’t understand me.”

  “How would you feel if I was to care for you like Blue has been, Carmen? Except instead of your nurse, I’d be more like your daddy. A daddy who loves taking care of his little girl, dressing her up in childish dresses, diapering her, and even spanking her when she’s been naughty?”

  She whimpered and buried her face in the blankets. Reaching for her pussy again, Erik discovered her soaking wet, her arousal trickling down her thigh and onto his pants. He slipped two fingers into her tightness and set a slow rhythm of thrusting in and out.

  “I think the idea of being taken care of so completely, so intimately, excites you and embarrasses you at the same time, Carmen. I can understand your frustration with Blue though. She’s a stranger, not a trusted friend. Or a lover. I think you would thrive under the right person’s attentions though. You need a strict daddy to keep you in line, don’t you, little girl?” He kept thrusting, the passage around his fingers eased by her increasing moisture. She was hot and ready, panting with desire even though his observation shamed her. Her cute blushes when he mentioned spanking, and her even deeper flush when he called her little girl, had clued him in to her most hidden desires. She wasn’t admitting to those desires, but she wasn’t denying them either.

  “Please, Erik,” she said, her voice muffled by the covers. “Please let me come.”

  He grinned and slowed the pace of his thrusts. She groaned and lifted her hips, and groaned again when he restricted her pleasure, continuing with the slow, torturous thrusts.

  “I want to hear you say, ‘Daddy, I am a naughty little girl and my bottom belongs to you.’”

  “D-Daddy, I am a na-naughty little girl and my bottom belongs to you.”

  The desire thickening her voice sent a sharp tingle up his thighs, tightening his balls and causing his cock to throb with unbearable need. But he wasn’t finished with her yet.

  “Good girl,” he said, patting her bottom. His gaze traveled around the room, and when he saw her old clothing folded neatly atop a table by the wall, along with a basket filled with the cloth diapers, he beckoned Carmen to slide off his lap.

  Hair spilling over her shoulders, she hugged her knees and peered up at him, her face flushed and her lips still swollen. He wanted to push her down atop the mattress and ram his cock into the wet warmth he’d spent the last few minutes stroking and teasing, but he wanted to test her boundaries too, and ever since he’d seen her wearing a diaper he’d wanted to be the one to put it on her. He walked to the door and turned the lights up, then returned to her side, loving that he could more clearly see her, all of her.

  Lifting her arms from her legs, he urged her to part her thighs. Moisture glistened up at him, her pussy so slick, pink, and plumped with her arousal.

  “You’re all wet, little girl, and you’re about to make a mess on the covers.”

  “I-I’m sorry, daddy.”

  He almost gasped at her response, but caught himself in time. Her reaction to him was exactly what he wanted—he’d just expected her to resist him a little more. Of course she was so obviously aroused, perhaps she realized there was no point in hiding it. In his most secret fantasies, fantasies he’d entertained in the hours at night when he had trouble sleeping, he was her daddy and she was his sweet, but sometimes naughty, little girl. Now here she was, willingly calling him ‘daddy’ and was just as turned on as him.

  “Naughty little girls who make messes need to be punished, Carmen.” He stood up and brought the small basket containing the diapering supplies to the bed. “First daddy has to get you cleaned up though. Lie down and be a good girl for your daddy.”

  She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and gulped before she obeyed, lying down atop the covers with her thighs parted. “Like this, daddy?”

  “Good, but now I need you to lift your legs up and hug them to your chest. Daddy’s got to have access to your little flower to get you all cleaned up.”

  The temperature in the room seemed to rise as she did as he asked, slowly drawing her legs up to her chest, displaying her pink pussy and even her bottom hole to his gaze.

  “Such a good girl,” he praised, rubbing her bottom. “Now keep in this position while daddy cleans you up.”

  Searching around in the basket, he found a packet of moist wipes that were warm to the touch. He pulled one out and began cleansing Carmen’s pussy, starting at the top and working his way down. She whimpered and shuddered, and by the time he reached her bottom hole, her pussy had started growing wet again.

  “Carmen,” he said in a scolding tone. “Daddy is trying to clean you up. You need to behave and stop wetting yourself. Do you want a spanking?”

  “Oh, daddy, I can’t help it. I-I need to come.”

  “No, young lady, you need to control yourself. Now daddy has to spank you for making a new mess.” With that, he tossed the wipe aside and placed a steadying hand on her ankles, setting into her bottom and striking her sit spot before moving to her thighs. She howled and thrashed around, but he gripped her ankles and remained at her side, preventing her escape. “Keep still, little girl. You earned this spanking. After daddy gets you all cleaned up and diapered, you’re going to spend some time in the corner to think about how a proper young lady is supposed to behave.”

  Her bottom reddened under his punishing hand, though he didn’t spank her for long. Just long enough to add some more color to her pretty little backside, long enough to give her a taste of his discipline. Erik would be loving with her, but he would also be firm.

  “Now remain still while daddy cleans you again, Carmen.” He produced another wipe and worked his way up and down her pussy, cleaning her folds thoroughly before moving to her bottom hole, where he swiped the warm cloth in circles around her snug entrance. “There. All cleaned up.”

  Glancing down in the basket, his eyes widened when he noticed a clear bottle of white powder, and a clear tube of gel. He uncapped the gel and squirted a small amount on his finger, touching it to her rosebud.

  “Oh!” She tensed up, and he prodded her further, dipping his fingertip into her tight hole.

  “Keep still,” he reminded. “Very good girl. Daddy likes taking care of you, Carmen. You’re a special little girl.”

  Her eyes misted over, and she blinked rapidly. She gazed at him and smiled. “Thank you, daddy.” The vulnerability in her tone wrenched at his heart. He wanted to keep her with him, always. Wanted to protect her and make her his in every possible way.

  “You’re very welcome, sweetheart.” Next, he sprinkled the white powder atop her pussy lips and bottom cheeks. After rubbing the powder in with slow caresses, he lifted her by her ankles and slid a diaper beneath her, quickly closing the sides. He helped her sit up and tucked her hair behind her ears, holding her face and not allowing her to glance away. “Come on, little girl, it’s time for you to stand in the corner and reflect upon your behavior.”

  Chapter Four

  Carmen felt thoroughly chastised as she stood in the corner. No one had ever instructed her to stand in a corner, let alone spanked her. Well, aside from Blue. A shiver rippled up her spine. Erik had only given her a few swats, but she suspe
cted she’d be spanked again after her reflection time ended.

  Tiny warm pulses spread out from her loins at the thought of going over his knee for a proper spanking. She knew he’d be firmer with her than Blue. Blue’s spankings only angered her and filled her with more defiance, but the idea of being spanked by Erik for disciplinary reasons had a whole different effect on her. They had a history together, and though it was somewhat complicated, she trusted him with her life. She respected him and cared about what he thought of her. Her need to please him confused her, as did her arousal as she remained still, staring at the converging walls.

  She was standing in a corner, naked except for the diaper he’d put on her. Lying on the bed while he’d tended to her, taking his time as he cleaned the arousal from her pussy lips before diapering her, had been strangely intimate. It had turned her on, and she’d also noticed the bulge of his erection straining against his pants. The deep shame of surrendering to him under such embarrassing circumstances left her quivering with excitement.

  A warm hand touched her shoulder, prompting her to jump in place.

  “Your corner time is over, Carmen. You were a very good girl for standing still during this part of your punishment.”

  His deep voice and masculine scent filled her senses, and the strength of his presence calmed her.

  He was right here with her, protecting her as he’d promised. Disciplining her too. She fidgeted in place as her anticipation grew, her breaths coming quicker and her heart pounding fast.

  “This part of my punishment?”