Page 13 of Spoiling Lillian
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We’re much quieter in his truck on the way back to my apartment. I’m okay with that. I’m inside my head. I have a lot to think about. I keep shifting in the seat as I consider what it might feel like to have him spank me. I’m both excited and nervous.
“You know my apartment used to be Simone’s, right?” I ask him as we get closer.
“Yes. Why?”
“I just want you to know I didn’t pick anything in it. It was already furnished, and a lot of the, uh, stuff was already there. All I did was take over the lease. There’s a lot of…stuff…still in the apartment that Simone hasn’t taken yet or doesn’t need.”
He glances at me. “Stuff, huh?”
“Yeah.”
He chuckles. I humor him quite often. “Are we talking about toys and sippy cups or nude pictures on the walls or an assortment of dildos strategically placed around the living room?” he teases.
“Little stuff, silly.”
He reaches over to take my hand. “Lillian, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You also don’t have to explain Simone to me. I won’t judge you, no matter what. I hope you know that.”
“I need you to know that I haven’t committed to anything. I’m still exploring my options. Just because there are toys doesn’t mean I can’t be an adult.”
He parks the car and turns to me. “Lillian, you’re an adult. If you choose to play with dolls, that only makes you Little at heart. It doesn’t make you younger.”
“I know.”
“So no nude artwork or dildos on the end tables?”
I giggle. “If my sister had dildos, she must have taken them with her. I haven’t seen any.”
“What about your own? Will I encounter vibrators that belong to the current occupier?”
I blush. “No. I don’t know much about them, but I’ve been thinking about ordering one.”
He grabs my hand and lifts it to his lips to kiss my knuckles. “Why haven’t you?”
I shrug, feeling my face heat further. “It’s not the sort of thing I can discuss with Simone, and I don’t have the first clue about what to order.”
“I see. Maybe I should take you to a kink shop so you can choose some things.”
My pulse picks up. “You would do that?”
“Of course.”
“I did a search. I know there are several in the area, but there’s no way I could go to one by myself. I was going to order one online, but again, I don’t know where to start. There are like a million choices.”
“I’ll take you, sweet girl.” He releases my hand and opens the door. Seconds later, he’s on my side of the truck, lifting me out to set me on my feet. I’m in deep trouble because I’m twice as enamored with him as I was before I left the apartment for this date.
One of the things I love about him is the way he lifts me in and out of the truck. It’s so sweet, plus I like his hands on my waist. I like to feel his strength. I like the way my dress lifts almost obscenely when he does it. I like how close he is to me as I slide down his body.
I pull my keycard out of my purse as we approach the building and use it to open the outer and inner doors. My heart is racing as we step into the elevator.
The moment the doors close, Bryson turns to face me, pins me against the wall with his hands on my shoulders, and says, “Do you still want me to kiss you?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
His lips are on mine almost before I finish my one-word response. And my God, the man can kiss. He doesn’t leave a gentle peck on my lips. Not Bryson. He tips his head to one side and devours me.
His mouth is soft but demanding. His tongue slides between my lips and strokes against mine before I have a clue what I’m doing. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need me to know what to do. He has it covered for both of us.
