Page 30 of Stripping Little Seraphina
Heat surged through me. I cupped her face, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “You have no idea how much I want you, too.”
She whimpered, and that sound nearly undid me. She was trembling—not from fear, but from restraint. From holding herself back.
I pressed my forehead to hers. “We’re not rushing. I need to know your heart and your limits before I take more. But make no mistake, babygirl… I’m going to claim that desire one day. And when I do, you’ll know exactly who you belong to.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a shaky breath, her thighs pressing together. I smirked faintly. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
She gasped. “Mistress—Daddy?—”
“Mhm,” I murmured, savoring the slip. “That’s what I thought.”
I kissed her then—slow, claiming, deep enough that her nails dug into my shoulders. When she whimpered again, I slid one hand down, gripping her ass hard, spanking her twice as our mouths tangled. She moaned into my mouth, hips grinding against me, and the taste of her need nearly made me forget every promise to go slow.
But I pulled back, both of our breathing ragged. Her lips were swollen, eyes dazed. God, she was beautiful like this—undone and desperate.
“Not today, babygirl,” I whispered, brushing her hair back. “You get to want. You get to crave. You get to ache for me. And tomorrow”—I smirked, stroking her cheek—“we’ll see what you’ve earned.”
She whimpered again but nodded, obedient for now. I kissed her once more, softer, then tucked her against me, wrapping the blanket tighter.
Chapter Twelve
Seraphina
After Vasiah left me wrapped in blankets and aching in ways I didn’t want to admit, I sat with my phone clutched in my hand. My chest was still tight, but not from panic this time. From… needing. Wanting. Hoping.
And I knew there was something else I had to do before I lost my nerve.
I scrolled to Josephina’s name and hit call. She picked up on the second ring, her voice warm and teasing. “Well, well. Twice in one week? What did I do to deserve this honor?”
I smiled faintly, though my stomach was in knots. “Jo, I need to tell you something. Something… important.”
Her tone softened instantly. “Okay. You’ve got me. What’s going on, Sera?”
I chewed my lip. My throat felt dry. “You already know I’m lesbian. But there’s… more. A part of me I’ve never told you about. A part that’s hard to explain.”
“Try me,” she said gently.
I took a shaky breath. “I’m… a Little. Or… a Middle… Maybe both?”
There was silence for a moment, and my heart hammered. Then Josephina asked, calm but curious, “What does that mean for you?”
“It means… sometimes I feel younger inside. Not all the time. But I crave safety and structure, and… I like cuddles and stuffies and bubble baths. I like… rules, sometimes. Being cared for.” My voice dropped. “And it ties into intimacy, too. I want a partner who understands that side of me. Who can be firm, but gentle. Who lets me be small without making me feel broken.”
Josephina hummed thoughtfully. “So… you’re saying it’s both comfort and… kink?”
I blushed hard. “Yeah. Exactly. Both.”
There was another pause, and then she surprised me by laughing softly. “You know what? I get it.”
I blinked. “You… do?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’ve got my own needs, Sera. Different, but not so far off. I like being taken care of in certain ways too. Maybe not the same as you, but I understand craving safety. And honestly? It doesn’t make you weird. It makes you human. Hell, I’m jealous that you’ve gotten to a point where it makes sense for you. I’m still figuring stuff like this out.”
Whoa. Maybe little miss perfect wasn’t so perfect?
Tears stung my eyes. “You don’t think I’m broken?”
“Of course not,” she said firmly. “If anything, I’m proud of you for telling me. That takes guts.”
