Page 17 of Spoiling Lillian
Bryson cups my chin, angling my face toward him. He lifts a brow as he meets my gaze.
“Red,” I whisper. What’s wrong with me? I watched lots of people getting spanked when I was at Surrender, the one and only night I went to the club. That included my own sister, who apparently has a fetish where she likes to be spanked hard, and instead of succumbing to the pain with tears, she gets aroused and needs to orgasm.
I’m not grasping that at all. I might have been aroused before, but now all I know is that my butt cheeks are on fire, throbbing. And I’m aware of the fact that Bryson barely tapped me.
Embarrassed and confused, I cover my face with my hands.
Bryson eases my panties up over my hips, sits on the bed, and lifts me onto his lap. He settles me sideways and pulls me in close, tucking my head against his shoulder.
For long seconds, he strokes the back of my head and rocks me gently. Eventually, he leans me back and cups my face. “Look at me, sweet girl.”
I draw in a deep breath and meet his gaze. My lips tremble as I lower my hands to my lap and wring my fingers together. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, now. What are you sorry for?”
I shrug. It’s hard to look at him. I’m broken. Tears well in my eyes and fall down my cheeks. I can’t stop them.
“Lillian, sweet girl… Why the tears?”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you. You don’t like being spanked.”
“All Littles like getting spanked. I expected fireworks and euphoria.”
He gives me a kind smile. “Not all Littles like to be spanked, Lils. I promise. Many of them don’t. Now you know.”
“But… Does that mean I’m not even Little?”
“Of course not. There is no correlation. Some Littles don’t like pain.”
“What happens when they misbehave?”
“There are lots of other options. Timeouts. Sentences. Being denied something they enjoy. The list is long.”
I sniffle. “It hurt.”
Bryson hugs me closer. “Then spanking isn’t your thing.”
I swallow hard and look him in the eyes. “It’s your thing,” I mumble. What does this mean for us if I don’t even like a soft swat to the butt? Bryson’s a sadist. I’ll never be what he needs.
Chapter 7
Bryson
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I hate that Lillian is hurting. She’s so torn up over this. I need her to understand that it doesn’t matter. Not to me. There are a lot of issues I’m worried about, but this isn’t one of them.
“Sweet girl, don’t take this the wrong way, but spanking you was never going to fulfill the sadist in me. I never would have spanked you hard enough or long enough or with the right implements.” I stroke over her hair and down to her back.
My chest is tight. This entire evening has been a shock to me. It shouldn’t have been. I’ve known I was interested in Lillian from the moment I met her. I doubt I hid my first reaction to her from Camden or Simone.
Honestly, I’m impressed with myself for putting off meeting her again face-to-face until tonight. A month of talking on the phone, video chats, and texts. Lillian has ingrained herself in my life.
I’m well-aware that we have very different needs, and I don’t have a clue how we’re going to overcome the monumental hurdle between us or even if it’s possible, but tonight only solidified that I can’t turn away from her.
I’m not a Daddy Dom. Or I wasn’t. But she’s definitely Little, and every single giggle, every squirm, every time she bites her lip… Everything she does makes my cock hard because it’s her. I’m fucking falling for her.
