Page 26 of Spoiling Lillian
I still don’t get that part, but I don’t have the brain capacity to ask him to explain.
“I’m going to suck your nipples now. Try to control your orgasm until I press my palm against your clit.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I shiver the moment his lips capture my tight bud. It feels so good. All this anticipation was warranted. I love the way he wraps his lips around the tip. He makes it even better when he flicks my nipple and swirls his tongue around it.
I’m panting and nearly out of my head when he calmly switches to my other bud, treating it to the same torment.
“Please,” I cry out.
Bryson releases my nipple, brings one hand to my sex, and flattens his palm against my clit. “Now, baby. Come.”
My body obeys him, the pressure of the base of his hand enough to push me over the edge. He keeps his hand between my legs while waves of pleasure consume me, pulsing through my body over and over.
He doesn’t ease back until I sigh contentedly and shudder.
Bryson removes his hand and immediately tugs my nightie down before scooping me into his arms. He pulls the covers back and deposits me on the sheet in the middle of the bed.
My teeth chatter as I blink up at him. He tucks the covers around me. “Be right back, sweet girl.” He turns and jogs from my bedroom.
I stare at the door in shock, grateful when he returns a few minutes later with a sippy cup. He holds it in the air. “I found some apple juice in your fridge. You need fluids.” He helps me sit up and hands me the cup.
While I drink, I watch him kick off his shoes. I’m so thirsty that I drain the entire contents.
“Good girl.” Bryson lifts the covers and climbs in next to me, fully dressed. He maneuvers me so I’m on my side facing away from him, covers us, and wraps his giant arms around me.
I’ve never been spooned before, but that’s what he’s doing. It’s straight out of a romance novel.
Chapter 10
Bryson
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Fuck me. I try to control my own shaking so Lillian won’t know how fiercely she has affected me. It’s difficult. I’m humbled by her submission. I know she doesn’t understand what she gifted me, but it was huge.
She gave me her trust. She gave me her first orgasm. She obeyed me like a seasoned submissive instead of someone who barely understands what it means to obey a Dom.
Nothing has ever felt better than having her wrapped in my arms while I help her come down from her high.
“I feel weird,” she whispers.
“That’s normal, baby. It happens after an intense scene.”
“Scene?”
I kiss her neck. “Yes, sweet girl. It was a scene. You misbehaved at Camden’s, and I disciplined you. I told you punishment doesn’t always have to look like something painful. Punishment can be doled out from a sadistic Dom who drags you to the edge of orgasm without letting you come.”
“I thought I was going to explode,” she says.
“That’s the idea. Now you’ve had your first orgasm, the intensity will be much worse the next time you decide you want me to edge you.”
“Why on Earth would I want you to do that again?”
“I don’t know, naughty girl. I’ve never understood the inner workings of a Little’s mind. Most may not realize it, but Littles have a bit of a masochistic streak in them. Even though a lot of Daddy Doms don’t do much more than spank as far as pain is concerned, Littles like to push their boundaries with great frequency, so logic would have it they enjoy being disciplined. Some like the sharp sting from a spanking. Some like to be humiliated by standing in the corner holding their dresses above their naked bottoms.”
I kiss her behind the ear and whisper, “Some naughty Little girls will intentionally break the rules, knowing their Daddy will strip them naked, restrain them, and tease their nipples and pussies until they can’t see straight. Do you know anyone like that?” I joke.
