Page 15 of Spoiling Lillian
“True, but you’re not a masochist, and I don’t know how to process that.”
“Maybe you should kiss me again and see if you feel clearer about it?” I joke.
He chuckles, a deep sound that makes me clench my thighs together. My panties are soaked. He may be experiencing new sensations, but so am I.
Bryson shakes his head. “Such a naughty, tempting Little girl. Not a chance. The kissing portion of the evening is over. We tried it. We proved we have chemistry. Now, show me around your apartment so I can rein in my lust before I spank you.”
I love that he needs to rein in his lust. I love it even more that he’s not afraid to say so out loud.
I’m not about to make things easy on him. I don’t know why. This is so unlike me. But I can’t help myself. I feel like taking a walk on the wild side. All my life, I’ve been the good girl. I did everything my parents wanted me to do. I even stepped into the role of number-one daughter when Simone left home without a word.
I’m done being good. It’s exhausting, and it doesn’t suit me. I realize there’s a huge mountain between my interests and Bryson’s. I just don’t care. I’m attracted to him. I want him to teach me everything. Everything. I want it to be him.
I slide my hands down Bryson’s chest to his waist. He always takes my breath away, even over video calls, but tonight he’s drool-worthy. The black slacks and loafers he’s wearing, paired with a lavender shirt and black tie, make it impossible to look away. I know he works hard during the week, often physically at a job site because he has his hand in every aspect of his business, but the man gets up at the crack of dawn to work out. He’s solid.
“Can we renegotiate?”
“Nope. First rule in BDSM: no changing the terms of a negotiation once the scene has started.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “We haven’t started anything.”
“We have. As soon as we stepped into the elevator, we were in the scene.”
“How do you figure?”
“I promised you a kiss and a spanking.” He slides his hands under my hair and holds my head. “You got three kisses.”
I push out my bottom lip.
He laughs. “Such a sassy girl. If I wasn’t certain if you were Little before tonight, I’m quite sure now.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “What are you going to do about it?”
He surprises me by bending down, planting his shoulder against my stomach, and lifting me into the air.
I squeal as my head falls against his back. For a moment, I’m scared from being so high off the floor, but Bryson has a firm hold on me, both hands securing my thighs, anchoring me. “Never mind the tour. I’ll show myself around.”
“Bryson!”
He spins in slow circles, giving a running commentary. “Living room. Attached kitchen. Guest bath…” He moves toward the hallway. “Looks like we have two bedrooms.” He pushes open the first door. “Oh, my bad. This is definitely a playroom. The other must be the room you sleep in.”
A deep flush heats my face. I should probably be more embarrassed than I am, though. He’s seeing all my secrets. But he would have, anyway. I was never going to hide anything from him. What good would that do? It’s not as though the man has no idea I’m exploring my Little side. That’s how we met.
He strides right into the master bedroom and bends to lower me unceremoniously onto the bed.
I bounce when my butt hits the mattress. My dress is no longer covering my panties, but what do I care? He’s about to spank my bare butt, and I certainly don’t mind him seeing more of me.
My breath hitches as he leans over me, planting his hands on either side of my hips. “I’m going to spank you now, naughty girl.” He shoves back and grabs two pillows, stacking them near the edge of the mattress. “Turn this direction and lie over the pillows.”
I stare at him in confusion.
“I want them under your hips, Lillian, so your bottom is in the air.”
My face heats further, but I will be brave. I asked for this. I can’t argue with his methods. I was picturing him taking me over his knees. It seems like that would be more intimate, but perhaps that’s why he isn’t going to do it that way.
I crawl on my knees and lean over the two pillows so that my hip is against his thigh. My instinct is to reach back and adjust my dress, but that seems unnecessary. And my point is proven a moment later when Bryson lifts my skirt to the small of my back.
Nerves and anticipation cause me to breathe heavily as I turn my face in his direction.
