Page 36 of Spoiling Lillian
“How so?”
“Trying to tempt me with your seductress body and sexy sounds.”
I shrug. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He holds my face in his hands. “I’m not going to fuck you, Lils.”
My eyes bug out. “Never?”
He chuckles. “I don’t mean never, silly girl. I mean today. I won’t take something so precious from you this early in our relationship.”
“You’re not taking anything, Bryson. I’m offering. I want to have sex with you. I’ve never wanted to have sex with any other man in my life.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, and I’m pleased you didn’t let some boy who didn’t deserve you touch you. I want to fist pump over the idea that you might one day let me into your body, but it won’t be today.”
I glance to the side, eyeing the black bag of toys. “Can I try out one of those vibrators?”
“No, naughty Little girl. You won’t decide when you get to use toys. I will. But I have a request.”
I’m intrigued. “What’s that?”
“I want you to let your Little out. I know you hold that part of you back with me. I’ve seen her hovering close to the surface when we’re on a video call, but I want to meet her in person. I bet when I’m not around, you’ve spent time in Little space, exploring what age range you prefer and what makes you happy. Show me.”
I bite my lip and stare at him. He’s right. I have been exploring. It helps that Simone left a fully equipped playroom in this apartment. It makes it so much easier for me to slip into that headspace and immerse myself.
But should I risk doing so in front of Bryson? I’m self-conscious about it because I’m well-aware that Bryson is not a Daddy Dom. This is an established fact. I’m afraid we’re going to clash on this, and I’m willing to give up something I’ve barely even dabbled in to take a chance with Bryson.
“You don’t want to see my Little,” I argue in a barely audible voice.
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
I chew on my lip again. I’m fucking nervous. This seems like a horrible idea.
“Lils, you know there is nothing you could say or do that would make me walk away. I might have thought so before we met, but I was wrong. It doesn’t work that way. I really like you. All of you.”
I shrug. “I don’t have to be Little, though. I didn’t have any experience with that kink until I moved to Seattle. It won’t kill me to set it aside and have an adult relationship.”
Bryson narrows his eyes at me. “I’m certain it won’t kill you, naughty girl. People ignore their true selves all over the globe every day, but they aren’t fully happy. You need to explore this newfound side of you as much as I need to see how it makes me feel. We’re going down this path together. No arguments.”
I bite down harder on my lip. The idea scares the hell out of me. It would be easier not to be Little around him than to risk him being turned off and walking out the door.
“Camden told me it’s too jarring to pause and negotiate every detail with a Little, so I won’t. I showed you a taste of what would happen if you misbehaved last night. Imagine me edging you for much longer than that and not letting you come.” He lifts a brow.
I gulp.
“Do you want to keep arguing with me and find out, or are you ready to show me your playroom and let your Little out?”
I slowly grin. “Maybe I’d rather argue with you.” I cross my arms defiantly. I’m taking a risk here. For one thing, I’m not sure he really wants me to misbehave. It’s exhausting. For another thing, I don’t doubt he will keep his word and torture me with one of these toys, not letting me get release. I’ve only had the one orgasm, though. How bad can it be not to have another?
Chapter 15
Lillian
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Bryson smirks. “Tsk tsk. Experimenting, are you?”
I shrug and lift one hand so I can pretend to examine my nails. My stance is short-lived, though, because a second later, I’m no longer on his lap.
