Page 57 of Spoiling Lillian
Before I met him, I was witness to Simone’s interactions with Camden as well as the relationship Natasha has with Jameson. They truly love their Daddies. The men dote on them like they’re the most important people in the world.
I might have been a bit jealous watching them. Who wouldn’t be? But I didn’t imagine in my wildest dreams I would find a man who worshipped me the same way.
Bryson has proven me wrong. He adores me. His full attention is on me at all times. It feels so good. With no role models growing up, I’m still in shock. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen my father look directly at my mother, let alone speak to her in a soft, loving tone. For years, the two of them have been coexisting in their world of money and socialites. I wonder if they ever truly loved each other. Did they stare into each other’s eyes and smile when they first met?
I don’t want to be like my parents. I deserve more. I deserve to be with a man who will worship me for the rest of my life.
Considering the fact that my mother thinks both Simone and I are slutty whores who sleep around—the most absurd idea in existence—I hope she has written me off as damaged and soiled and won’t return. One of the last things she said to me was to ask if I was fucking the maintenance man.
The memory is so comical that I start laughing. It feels good, and I can’t stop. Fucking the maintenance man… Like that is the most foreign concept on Earth. I’m glad she left the apartment believing that. Why is it so funny?
I’m laughing so hard now that I don’t notice Bryson has come into the bathroom until he’s standing over me. He’s grinning, and his brows are furrowed. “Are you okay, Lils?”
I nod and wipe the tears from my eyes, trying to rein in my hysteria. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Want to share what’s so funny, sweet girl?” he asks as he sits on the edge of the tub.
“I think I’m slap happy. I must be exhausted. A visual of my mother gasping as she leaned in to accuse me of fucking the maintenance man won’t leave my head.”
He chuckles. “It was kind of comical considering the only two accurate words were the and man.”
I giggle again but stop short the moment Bryson leans over, lowers his hand between my legs, and finds my pussy. He’s still smiling as he says, “I might be able to find a toolbelt around here somewhere if you enjoy the visual.”
I can’t respond because his finger finds my entrance, and suddenly, he’s easing it into me. I grab the tub to keep from sliding under the water.
Bryson removes his hand and stands. One sleeve of his shirt is soaked all the way up to his bicep. He pulls the wet material over his head and drops it on the floor. “Don’t move.”
I watch wide-eyed as he leaves the bathroom, but he returns less than a minute later. He’s holding a box containing one of the toys we bought yesterday. My breath hitches.
Bryson watches my face as he takes the waterproof bullet out of the box. Without a word, he drops onto his knees, turns it on, and sticks his hand back into the water. “Open your legs, Baby.”
I didn’t realize I had closed my knees, but I part them for him. The moment I do, he presses the bullet against my clit, making me cry out and arch my chest so fast that water sloshes out of the tub. I’m on fire.
Bryson holds the powerful toy against the swollen bundle of nerves, not relenting. “Let it feel good, sweet girl. Come for me. You’ll feel better after an orgasm.”
I’m panting as I look at him, my vision swimming a bit as my arousal grows. My legs are shaking, and it doesn’t take long for me to reach my peak. I tip my head back and moan loudly as the waves of my release consume me.
Before I can fully recover, Bryson pushes the bullet into my pussy.
Gasping, I grab his arm.
He doesn’t say a word as he lifts me out of the tub and stands me on my feet with the toy still inside me.
My legs are barely willing to support me. “Bryson…”
“Stand still, sweet girl. Let me dry you off.”
Stand still? Is he crazy? I’m going to collapse. My clit is still pulsing from my release, and now my pussy is gripping the powerful toy. Another orgasm is growing.
He grabs a towel and quickly pats me dry before taking my hand and guiding me out of the bathroom, aiming directly for his bed. After yanking the comforter back, he turns and lifts me off the floor, dropping me on my bottom on the bed. “Lie back. Legs open. Let me look at you.”
I do as I’m told, hoping he’s finally going to take his pants off. His jeans are wet from all my splashing. His bare chest makes my mouth dry. He’s so fucking sexy, especially when he takes his shirt off. I want to climb him and lick his pecs.
Bryson doesn’t take his jeans off, though. Instead, he grabs the black bag from the nightstand and pulls out another toy.
I whimper, uncertain I can take more on top of the toy inside me. I’m breathing heavily as I watch him open another box and remove the odd-shaped vibrator that looks like an aspiration device with the bulb on one end and a pointed tip.
He remains standing as he sets one hand on my pelvis to hold me still and brings the tip of the evil-looking toy to my clit.
