Page 27 of Spoiling Lillian
She shudders in my arms. “I’m never going to misbehave again.”
I laugh. “I suspect you will.”
I let her think for a few minutes. Finally she says, “You’re not a Daddy.”
She’s so insightful.
“Maybe I have a nurturing side after all.” I hate to make a big deal of this. I’m still wrapping my head around everything. I can’t explain my behavior or why I find myself falling so hard for someone who is obviously Little. It makes no sense to me. And yet, here we are.
Lillian is Little, and I’m Daddying the fuck out of her. I even brought her a sippy cup. It felt completely natural. I didn’t even hesitate.
After pushing her hair away from her temple, I lean over and kiss her cheek. She smells so good, and her hair is so soft against my face. “I can’t predict the future, Lillian, but I would like you to give me a chance to be what you need.”
She twists her head around and then flattens onto her back beside me so she can look me in the eyes. All the lights are still on, so we aren’t hindered by darkness. “What about what you need?” My sweet girl is so smart.
“I don’t know everything, but I do know that I just dominated the fuck out of you, and I feel like a million bucks. Maybe I don’t need more.” I have no idea if what I’m saying is true. The thought of giving up canes and whips makes me feel queasy, but the thought of letting Lillian get away brings actual bile to my throat.
She narrows her gaze. “Even if you did get a sadistic fix out of edging me, that only works if I’m willing to do naughty things to provoke you.”
“True. I have as many concerns as you do, Lils. Believe me. Do you want me to walk out your door and never look back?”
She gasps. “No.”
“I don’t want that either, so all we can do is take things one day at a time. I have a proposal.”
She chews on her bottom lip, and her brows lift.
“How about I attempt to take on a more Daddyish role, and we see what happens.”
“Daddyish how?”
“I know Littles like rules. Simone and Natasha definitely have them. I bet you’re jealous they have someone they’re accountable to.” My turn to lift a brow in question.
Her cheeks pinken.
I can’t resist kissing her full lips, causing her to release the bottom one from between her teeth. “I know you follow most of the rules when you’re at Simone’s house, but I bet you’d like to have your own that you obey because I asked you to.”
“Like what?”
I slip my hand down the front of her, loving the way she gasps when I cup her pussy. “Let’s start with this pussy. That was your first orgasm, right?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Bet you’d like to do that again.”
The pink on her cheeks turns to a deep red.
“First rule, you don’t touch your pussy without permission.”
She gasps adorably.
I nod. “Tomorrow, we’re going to a fetish shop. I’ll buy you a variety of toys. You may keep them here, but you may only use them when you ask first.”
Her mouth falls open.
I smile triumphantly. “I’ll warn you now, when I let you play with your pussy, I will insist on watching or listening. My choice. You won’t touch yourself unless I’m on the phone.” I stroke over her folds.
She arches her bottom off the bed and grabs my hand. “Bryson…”
