Page 41 of Saving Sophia

I took her chin in my hand again and rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip. “You have a little naughty streak. Don’t ever apologize for that. I love it.” She relaxed and let her mouth open slightly at my touch, her eyelashes brushing against her cheek. I tipped her chin up with one finger to make her look at my face again. ““Now, naughty little Sophie, ask me what you want to know.”

She hesitated, then looked at me with pleading eyes. “Are you … do you …”

I waited, my hand resting on hers.

“Do you tie people up?” She finally blurted out the words. “I’m sorry, that’s stupid.”

“Don’t speak about yourself that way.” I gave her a stern look. “I said you could ask anything, and that’s a perfectly good question. Bondage can be fun, but it’s not my main thing.”

“What is your main thing?” she gulped. “Do you … like to … hurt people?”

“No,” I said. “I’m not a sadist. But my brother Vincent is.” She gasped. I patted her hand reassuringly. “It’s not as scary as it sounds. He only hurts people who like pain. That’s never been my main thing either.”

“Wait, didn’t you say he owns a club?” she asked.

“I did.”

“Is it a …”

“It is.”

She quirked her mouth to the side. I almost burst with wanting her, but I maintained my composure.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath and looked at me directly. “If you aren’t into tying people up or hurting people, then … what?” She dropped her eyes.

I stroked her fingers. “Not all Doms are harsh or scary. I take the lead, but it’s more about guidance and nurturing for me.”

“That sounds so … nice.” Her voice was wistful, her eyes intrigued.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t discipline when it’s warranted,” I added. “Fibbing about liking yucky wine for example.”

She rocked from one knee to the other, peeking up at me like she was gauging if I was serious. I winked to say I was teasing. Mostly.

“Want to take another step?” I asked.

She sucked her lip in, then released it and nodded her head.

“Come up on my lap.”

Her breath hitched and she looked briefly at the fly of my jeans again before she stood up, hesitating only a second before putting out her hand and sliding forward onto my thighs. I guided her, turning her body so she curled against my chest. I tucked her into the crook of my arm and rested my chin on top of her head. She snuggled in, pressing herself against my body.

It was heaven.

“Comfy?”

“Mmhmm,” she murmured, heaving a contented sigh.

I reached my other hand around to stroke her still-damp hair. “Still frightened?”

“Um …” she paused. “No. This is nice. I got scared before because you were so stern, and I didn’t know what to do, but this is cozy.”

“Do you like following my lead, letting me guide you?”

“Yes.” Her answer was a whisper. “And …you … called me little Sophie.” She blinked up at me. “I liked that, but I … don’t know why.” My dick got even harder at her admission. There was the Little I knew she hid inside.

“No one’s ever called me that.” She chewed on her lip.

I tugged her lip from her teeth with my finger. “Never?”

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