Page 9 of His Little Turquoise
“Mia…”
I suck in a breath and look at him.
“Your mind is racing. It’s understandable. We don’t know each other yet, but we will, Baby girl. Eventually, we’ll know everything about each other, and you’ll learn to trust me.”
I look away. If he’s really a Daddy type of person, I’m going to disappoint him.
“Mia, look at Papi.”
I turn my head back again. I’m sad. Sad about what I know will happen in the future.
Surgient has his palm on the back of my thigh, and he eases it up higher under my skirt until his fingers are tracing the edge of my panties again. I purse my lips, shocked by my reaction to his touch. My pussy is wet and clenching. If he strokes the strip of cotton between my legs, he’ll find out I’m wet.
I squeeze my legs together. I don’t want Surgient to know I’m wet. I can’t process that right now. My head is spinning.
“I’m going to turn you over and spank you now, Baby girl,” he tells me calmly.
Chapter Four
Mia
My bottom lip quivers, and the growing foreign sensation of desire grows tenfold. I’ve been spanked before. I used to enjoy it before Rick. I was a member of the kink club long before Rick showed up. I used to do scenes with Daddies. Scenes though. Nothing like this. It’s not a scene. This is my life.
Surgient gently turns me over so I’m lying over his lap. I tuck my hands under my chest. He’s so large that my entire torso fits across his thighs. When he pushes my dress up my back, exposing my panties, I whimper and squeeze my legs together. My responses to him are so foreign I can’t process them.
He pats my bottom. “You’ve been spanked before, right, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“When was the last time someone spanked you, Mia?”
I lick my lips and whisper, “Two years ago.”
His hand stills on my bottom. “That’s a long time, Baby girl.”
I don’t respond. I don’t know what to say.
When his fingers slip under the top of my panties to pull them down, I stiffen.
“Relax your body, Baby girl. Part your thighs a bit for me so I can pull your panties down.”
I grit my teeth. I want to please him. It’s in my nature. I want to do as I’m told. I always used to in the past. Why can’t I now?
Because Rick did a number on you, and you’re not willing to take a chance like that again.
Surgient is patient. He rubs my exposed bottom with his fingers while he waits for me to comply with his instructions.
I whimper as I give up the fight and hold my breath as he eases the cotton over my cheeks and down my thighs to my knees. I nearly faint when he palms the material between my legs.
“Does it embarrass you that your panties are wet, Little one?”
His direct question makes my cheeks heat. I nod.
“I can smell your arousal, Baby girl. I know you didn’t accidentally wet your panties. Why does that embarrass you? Little girls often get aroused when their Papi dominates them.”
“I don’t,” I blurt before I can stop myself. He can smell my arousal?
Surgient’s hand slides up to my butt cheeks again. “Have you had a Daddy before, Mia?”
