Page 23 of Spoiling Lillian
He said he wouldn’t have sex with me. I don’t like that idea at all, especially now that he’s dominating me so hard.
My nightie is raised around my stomach. I didn’t have a chance to push it down or try to cover myself before he ordered me to lift my arms. It’s too late now. And why do I care? He can do anything he wants to me. He could strip me naked and make love to me, and I would not complain, so whatever he has planned is better than nothing.
Bryson holds my gaze while he slides his hands closer to my core. “Have you heard of edging, sweet girl?”
I shake my head. I have no idea what he’s referring to.
He strokes his thumbs along the elastic of my panties, so close to my sex.
I whimper as my arousal spikes. I’m unfamiliar with this sensation. Until a month ago, I was almost completely unaware of my sexuality. My experience was limited, and I was never attracted to any of the guys I dated. Certainly not attracted enough to find myself aroused in their presence or thinking about them.
And then I met Bryson.
“Let me ask you another question, Lils.”
It’s hard to focus with him touching me like he is. It’s maddening the way he gently strokes my sensitive skin along the crease of my legs. I’m on fire.
“I know you don’t own a vibrator, but have you played with your pussy, sweet girl?”
I stop breathing. This is not something I would expect people to discuss. It seems so very private, but I don’t think Bryson has boundaries. I know he doesn’t because he’s holding my gaze intently.
“There’s no right or wrong answer, Lils. I just want to know what you’ve experienced so I can make an informed decision before I proceed.”
I swallow hard.
He presses his thumbs against my inner thighs, inches from my core.
My clit is pulsing. I whimper. I’m struggling to listen to his words, let alone answer him. His questions are so embarrassing.
His thumbs move again, easing up and down along the elastic. Wetness leaks out of me, soaking my panties, making my cheeks heat.
“Tell me, sweet girl. Have you played with this pussy before?”
I slowly nod. I have touched myself down there nearly every night for the past week. Before that, I didn’t have enough of a concept to consider masturbating. I had no reference point. Not until our date and then those kisses… And that failed spanking.
I didn’t enjoy having my butt spanked, but I was aware of his hand so close to my sex. When he left, I ignored the burn on my butt and focused instead on the tingling between my legs that lingered as a result of Bryson seeing my bare skin. There was something so arousing about that.
“Have you pushed your finger inside your pussy, Lillian?”
I lick my lips. “No.” I’m aware of two things. One, it’s very embarrassing to talk about this. Two, it turns me on.
“But you’ve touched your clit…”
I arch nearly all the way off the mattress when he slides one of his thumbs up and flicks my swollen nub over my wet panties.
“Have you made yourself come, sweet girl? Have you ever given yourself an orgasm?”
I purse my lips. It takes a few seconds before I manage to shake my head. Now I’m mortified, and this time, it isn’t sexy. Am I broken?
Bryson surprises me by groaning as he lowers his face between my legs and kisses me where his thumb just was.
“Lillian… Look at me.”
I lower my gaze from the ceiling to him.
“How many times have you tried, baby?”
I shudder. He called me baby. He’s never called me that before. He’s being so sweet and gentle. If I weren’t so turned on, I might cry. His fingers are dancing along the edge of my panties, teasing me mercilessly. I think he knows it.
