Page 2 of Spoiling Lillian
He’s confident and kind. He likes to tease me about my wealthy upbringing, but he doesn’t come off as jealous or condescending.
The truth is the man is a Dominant. That’s how I met him. I went to a kink club called Surrender with my sister, Simone, and Bryson was there. He wasn’t just there. Simone and her boyfriend, Camden, asked him to watch them do a spanking scene so he could help them out with Simone’s odd kink preferences.
She’s Little. That part isn’t odd. I’ve known that for years. But apparently, she likes her Daddy to inflict quite a bit of pain on her behind, and when he does, she gets aroused.
I don’t get it. I watched for a while, but then I slipped out of the private room. After all, it was one thing to watch my sister get spanked. Educational. But when things started getting spicy, I bolted.
Bryson followed me.
I remember that night like it was yesterday. I’ll never forget the way he hunted me down to check on me. He didn’t have to do that. He could have met up with someone else. Someone his speed. Any number of women had probably been waiting for him to give them some attention that night.
Bryson has told me how it works. He arrives at Surrender, and submissives sign up for a scene with him. Mostly women, but sometimes men. People who want him to spank them or use any number of toys for impact play. I know all of the implements now because I’ve researched this kinky stuff for hours and hours.
I jerk out of my musing when I realize Bryson is telling me about his client and how hard it was to convince them to go for energy efficiency. It may be over my head, but it’s fucking sexy when he talks, no matter what the topic is.
I like to hear his voice.
“You still with me, Lils?”
I smile. The only other person who ever called me Lils was my sister when we were younger. Our mother hated it, and she insisted we stop using nicknames. I called her Mony. We were too young to have a clue why that one might make someone cringe.
Lils makes me feel warm and tingly when Bryson says it. “Yep. I’m still here.” There’s no place I’d rather be. I live for my chats with Bryson. I know he sees me as a charity case, someone far too young to entertain the idea of dating, but to me, he’s my world.
I’m foolish. No matter how much I research, I’ll never be able to be the sort of woman he wants for a life partner. I might be submissive. I might even be Little. But I’m not a masochist, and Bryson is not a Daddy Dom. He’s a sadist.
He’s not going to give that up for me, and I wouldn’t ask him to. It’s ridiculous of me to carry on like this, talking to him every evening as if he’s some sort of long-distance boyfriend.
I’ve only seen him in person once. It was brief. He was kind to me. I’m sure Camden and Simone asked him to check on me. But he gave me his number and told me to call him when I got home so he would know I was safe.
It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. That’s how pitiful my stupid life is.
I called him that night. We talked for a bit, and then he called me the next night to see how my job search had gone. And the night after that, I called him to ask about the outlandish client he’d seen that day. And so on and so on until it’s become a thing.
Most nights he calls me. We’re like… I don’t know what we are. Friends? Nothing romantic ever happens between us. He teases me. I ruffle his feathers.
I’m sure it’s no big deal to him.
It’s everything to me.
“I’ve been thinking…” I say, forcing myself to continue, “I think I’ll get a membership to Surrender and start going on weekends.”
Bryson’s breath hitches. “Surrender?”
“Yeah, you know, the club you belong to. The place where we met,” I joke. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I don’t think I like his tone now. I bite my lip. I know he goes there often and has gone several times since I met him.
“Lils…”
I sit up. “What?”
He sighs.
“What?” I say louder. I’m feeling feisty now. “I’m an adult. I’ve done a lot of research. I’m probably even submissive. Possibly Little like my sister. I think I should explore a bit.”
Silence. I can barely hear him breathing.
“Bryson, what the hell? You’re acting funny. Do you not think I should pursue my options?” Suddenly, I’m no longer frustrated. I’m intrigued. He doesn’t want me to go to Surrender… Why?
He inhales deeply. “Of course you should pursue your options. I’m just not sure…”
