Page 19 of Spoiling Lillian
She whimpers and opens for me when I lick along the seam of her lips. Her hands come to my waist, thank goodness. And then she slides her palms around to the front of my shirt, grabs my tie, and tugs me down.
There she is. My sweet girl. Feisty. Curious. Bold.
I kiss her for so long that my arms start to shake, and then I finally pull back and ease off the side of her bed. I grab her hands and haul her up so she’s standing in front of me.
She says nothing as I head for the door, keeping her hand in mine. When we get there, I cup her face and kiss her again. “Wipe the worry from your head, sweet girl.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “You’ll call me when you get home so I’ll know you’re safe?”
I kiss her one more time. “Yes, Lils. I’ll video call you. Get ready for bed. I expect to see you in one of those nighties, ready to go to sleep.”
She smiles. “Yes, Sir.”
After one last peck on her lips, I open the door and step into the hallway. “Lock the door and set the alarm, Lils.” When the door shuts, I wait to make sure I can hear the lock engage and the beep of her alarm.
I try not to go all caveman over her apartment. It’s hard. I may not be a Daddy Dom, but my instinct with Lillian is to keep her safe. Her sister isn’t living here anymore because she was attacked in front of this building.
Rationally, I know that was a one-off. The man who attacked Simone is in jail. But I still don’t like the thought of Lillian coming and going from this building, especially not at night. I impress that upon her often and make her call me when she gets home.
She’s a waif of a woman. It would be easy for someone to overpower her. As usual, I stuff my concerns to the back of my head because I have no right to boss Lillian around.
The crazy thing is I’ve already had thoughts of what it would be like to have her in my house. Living with me. Every time I think about such a notion, I wonder about my sanity. I’ve never had any woman living in my home. I’ve never had a woman visit my house for any reason.
Granted, I’ve only been in my current home for five years, but I don’t bring dates back to my place. I don’t even have that many dates. Most of my social life happens at Surrender. I meet up with people. We scene together. I go home. There’s no morning after. No worrying about how I’m going to get a woman out of my house.
And yet… With Lillian, I feel something unfamiliar. We just went on our first date. I just kissed her for the first time. My cock stayed in my pants. We’re so far from a sleepover that it’s not even funny. And living together. Ha. That’s way in the distant future, where it belongs.
The hurdles between us are seemingly insurmountable, but if my feelings for her continue to grow every time we talk, sooner or later, I’m going to have to face the facts and dig deep.
Right now, all I can do is ponder her sweet voice, her giggle, her soft lips, and her innocence. I’m so fucking smitten with her, and I don’t know what to do about it.
Chapter 8
Bryson
* * *
Every time I FaceTime Lillian, she takes my breath away. It’s been six days since I saw her. Six days of frustration. It’s not like me. Nothing about my relationship with Lillian is like me.
I’m later than usual tonight, and I suspect I worried her. I nearly choke when she answers because she’s lying in bed with the phone propped up against the other pillow.
She’s a fucking breath of fresh air in a world where I could really use some oxygen. Work has been brutal this entire week, and therefore, I haven’t seen Lillian since last weekend. I’ve gotten home late every night.
“Hey,” she says softly.
“Hey, yourself,” I respond as I drop onto my couch, keeping the phone close so I can see her. She’s so fucking sexy. Most nights, tonight included, she’s wearing a nightgown that suits her Little. I’m sure she’s comfortable in them. Most of them are cotton and pastel. Many have a princess on the front.
Lillian hasn’t hidden her Little from me as much as she used to this week. I suppose she assumes that since I’ve seen her apartment, there’s no reason to hide.
“Did you have fun at Camden’s today?”
“Yeah. I can’t believe you really did call him and left instructions for when I misbehave.”
“I told you I was going to.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, well, he used that to his advantage today, threatening me with your wrath if I didn’t follow his rules.”
I chuckle. “It’s good for you.”
