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She wipes tears from her eyes. “You’re so pleased with yourself.”
“I am. I’m forty-eight years old, June. I’ve dabbled with Littles. I’ve done arranged scenes from time to time at Surrender. But I’ve never found my own Little girl, someone I knew I wanted to spend my entire life chasing around. I want to tickle you until you’ve got tears streaming down your face. I want to buy you all the dresses in the world and put them on you so you can feel Little all day. I want to get games and toys and play with you. I want you to have other friends who are Little and go on playdates. I want to watch you laugh and learn to be happy in your skin.”
“And sex?”
“Oh, Little girl. I’m going to be splashing my come against the shower wall every day until you’re healed and ready to let me take you. I’m going to fuck you in every room of this apartment regularly.” I lean forward. “I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t see straight.”
She rolls her pretty green eyes. “Let’s not get carried away. There’s no evidence I’m even capable of having an orgasm.”
“Oh, my sweet Little girl. Trust me. You’re going to come. Over and over. You’re going to scream my name. And sometimes you’re going to scream Daddy. My cock is hard just thinking about it.”
I pray I’m not pushing her beyond what she can handle. This conversation went much better and further than I expected.
She bites her lips and squeezes her thighs together. “I’m certainly willing to let you try.”
Fourteen
June
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My head is spinning. We’ve talked so long that it’s late. We’ve been staring at each other in silence for several minutes since we exhausted the topic and I’ve no longer been able to come up with more questions. I’m sure I’ll have plenty in the days to come, but I’m tired now.
Blade is holding my hand, stroking my fingers. His knuckles are grazing my thighs. Something I wasn’t aware of inside me has been tingling all day, ever since he stripped me naked and gave me a bath. He’s awakened something inside me. Arousal. Need.
I want that. I want to know what it feels like to be loved. This is nothing like the relationship I had with my ex. That wasn’t love. I thought I loved him in the beginning, but it was just lust and wishful thinking. A good-looking man found me attractive and swooped me off my feet.
Nothing about that was ever real for him. It was a game. He’d taken me to see if he could control me, and he did for three years before I escaped.
This thing with Blade is nothing like that. I know he’s not manipulating me. For one thing, I was Pete’s glorified servant. He expected his meals at certain times. He had rules, but they were not fun rules meant to make me horny. They were mean rules like keeping the grout clean and meeting him at the door with a beer when he came home. Rules like sucking his cock whenever he felt like it and spreading my legs with no warning or foreplay.
Every moment of this day has been foreplay with Blade. Now that we’ve relaxed and sat staring at each other with odd grins, I want more. My nipples are hard. My panties are wet. I feel like something inside me is going to implode if it doesn’t get out. Is this what it feels like to be aroused? I have to think so.
“Will you make love to me?” I blurt out.
He brings my fingers to his lips and rubs my knuckles along the softness. “Not tonight. I don’t want to risk hurting you. I’m sure your arm hurts. I’ve seen you wince several times. I bet you have far more visible bruises tonight than I saw earlier.”
I sigh.
“But I will spread your legs and eat your pretty cunt until your eyes roll back. How does that sound?”
My eyes pop out of my head. He’s serious. My heart races. I swallow. “You won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work, will you?”
“Not even a possibility, Little one. You’re going to come so hard you’ll forget about your arm.” He tucks one arm under my knees and rises, taking me with him, supporting me cradled against his chest.
I’d never heard of age play until tonight, but I feel every bit as Little as he suggested as I lean my head against his shoulder and let him carry me. He obviously has no issues with my weight. Not that I weigh much. But most grown men aren’t in good enough shape to carry a woman.
Blade is. He’s not even winded. He supports me with one hand under my bottom while he wanders around, turning off lights before heading for the master bedroom.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to sleep in the guest room?” I tease.
He laughs. “Never. Not ever.”
“And why did you offer me two rooms?” I ask as we pass them.
“One for an office. One for a playroom. You might want to have a daybed where you can nap, but you’ll sleep in my arms overnight. I can’t stomach the idea of going one more night without you in my bed. It seems like today was a month long. You’re mine, June. You’re in my bed from now on.”
He kicks the door to the bedroom closed and shuffles toward the giant bed. When we reach it, he lowers me onto my feet in front of him and starts peeling off my clothes, slowly revealing me to him.
