Page 24 of Spoiling Lillian
“Lillian…”
Oh, right. He’s waiting for me to answer him. “A few,” I whisper.
“When, Lils?”
Damn, he’s persistent. “This week,” I mumble.
He drags a finger over my cotton-covered clit, making me moan.
I tip my head back and arch my chest again. My breasts feel needy and heavy. If I wasn’t too embarrassed, and he hadn’t ordered me to keep my hands above my head, I would squeeze my boobs to alleviate the pressure.
“Do you think you can’t orgasm, Lils?” he asks in his incredibly gentle voice.
I swallow, not answering.
“I promise you can, and you will, but not until after I discipline you, which I’m already doing.”
My legs start shaking. I’m not sure what he means.
He uses one hand to hold my pelvis still while the fingers of his other hand dance over my folds.
My mouth falls open.
“Have you ever been this aroused, baby?”
I shake my head. Never. My brain cells are scrambled. I want him to take my panties off. I want him to touch me directly. I want him to fuck me, but he’s not going to do any of that. I don’t understand his plan here.
When his fingers disappear from my sex, I whimper.
“I’m going to push your nightie up so I can see your breasts, okay, Lils?”
I arch my head back again. “Please…” I want him to do that. I want him to see me naked.
He uses both hands to ease the cotton up my body. When the cool air hits my nipples, they harden further than they already were.
“So pretty.” Bryson is worshipping me with his words and fingers. He trails a line between my breasts and then circles the globes back and forth in a figure eight, each circle growing smaller until he’s an inch from my nipples but not touching them.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. Do you want me to touch these tight buds, sweet girl?”
“Yes…” The word comes out as a hiss.
“I bet you’d like me to suckle them, huh?”
“Please,” I beg. Why isn’t he touching them? They almost hurt.
“Have you ever pinched them, Lils?”
“No… Oh, God. Please…” It’s hard to keep my arms where he wants them. I thread my fingers together and grip tightly.
Bryson circles my nipples again and again, making me writhe. When I buck my chest upward, he stops. “Tsk tsk. Stay still, naughty girl. This is a punishment, remember?”
My breath hitches. I’d forgotten that. What does he mean?
“This is called edging, Lillian. It’s a rather sadistic form of discipline. If you were worried about my sadistic side, I’m fulfilling it right now.”
My mouth is dry. I can’t make sense of his words.
I cry out when he suddenly blows on one of my nipples. “Oh God…”
