Page 42 of Saving Sophia

“Callie calls me Soap.” She huffed out an embarrassed little laugh.

“But no one calls you little Sophie? Only me?” I traced the delicate curve of her rosebud mouth. “And you like that?”

A tiny, affirmative whimper escaped her throat.

“That’s exactly what I like too.” I found her hand and interlaced our fingers. “A sweet little girl, eager to follow my lead.”

She shifted, squeezing my hand and placing her other hand against my chest. “You make me feel … small.” Her eyes left me to stare out the nearby window while she worked on the words. I let her process, running my nose along the top of her hair, relishing the summer berry scent of her. “But not like” —she flicked her fingers like she was dismissing something before bringing her fingers back to my chest— “insignificant … small. You make me feel … special small.” Her fingers curled into my shirt, and she stared up at me like she discovered a truth about herself in that instant. Watching her connect with that Little part inside her, maybe for the first time, made my body flicker and thrum with electricity.

I shifted more so she was almost lying across me. “I’m going to ask you a question, my naughty little Sophie. I expect a truthful answer.”

She stared up at me, her mouth turned up in a shy grin, her eyes wide and starting to trust.

“When you were in the shower, and I knocked on the door and called your name, what were you doing?”

“Oh.” She squirmed, sending all kinds of sensations through my lap, her cheeks immediately flushing. “No, I … I can’t …” Her struggle confirmed my earlier thoughts, and I gave her a triumphant half grin.

I leaned over her until only a few inches separated my mouth from hers. “Tell me.”

She squirmed harder, her body rubbing against me. I called upon every ounce of my restraint not to tear off her pajamas and fuck her right there. She looked perfect. She smelled perfect. I wanted to make her confess and take her over my knee more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can’t?” I gave her a stern look.

“I don’t want to say it.”

“You can do naughty things, but you can’t say naughty words?”

“I wasn’t?—”

“Remember,” I stopped her with a finger on those luscious lips. “Honesty.”

She made a little ‘eep’ sound and squeezed her eyes closed.

“Do you want me to help you?” I prompted.

She opened them again, puzzled and helpless. So cute.

“I think you took off all your clothes and got into the hot water,” I touched the edge of her jaw. “I think you slid your hands down your body.” I ran a hand down to her shoulder, following her arm then across her belly to rest at the top of her shorts.

“You got to about here.” I tugged at the drawstring, slipping a finger inside the band. “Then you started thinking about something.” Her body lifted slightly to meet my hand on her belly. “What were you thinking about, naughty little Sophie?” I hovered over her.

“Our kiss,” she breathed out, the words barely taking form. “I thought about our kiss.”

“Good girl. Did you like that kiss?”

She nodded, eyes wide, and I couldn’t resist anymore.

“Do you want to kiss me like that again, sweet girl?” I traced my finger along the edge of her belly button.

Her nod was big and fast and exaggerated.

“Then do it, baby.”

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