Page 58 of Spoiling Lillian
I cry out the moment he touches my swollen nub, and the damn thing isn’t even turned on.
“Fuck, you’re precious, Lillian.” He meets my gaze as he turns on the vibrator.
I nearly bolt off the bed. I felt that tip against my palm yesterday, but it’s far more powerful against my clit.
“Look at me, sweet girl.”
I try to focus on him, but it’s difficult. The toy is evil. I push against his arm, trying to dislodge him, afraid I might come again embarrassingly fast.
Bryson moves the tip from directly resting on my clit to circling it. “Is it too much, Baby?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir,” I grit out.
“Okay, Lils…” He turns the setting down and resumes touching it against my skin, this time not directly on my clit.
I can feel the vibrations deep inside me. “Oh…”
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
“I want you to feel good when we play. A bit of desperation is the goal, but not so much that you’re overstimulated and it becomes uncomfortable. You need to tell me when that happens.”
Panting, I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Tuck your hands under your bottom, Baby.”
I do as I’m told, the action making me feel restrained without cuffs or ropes. Vulnerable. Exposed. He knows exactly how to make me writhe.
“Good girl. Do you want the tip of this toy on your nipples?”
I shudder. Do I? “I-I don’t know.”
“Let’s try it.”
When he lifts it from my clit, I get very little relief because the bullet is still buzzing inside me.
“Keep your knees wide for me, Lillian,” he commands.
My legs are shaking, but I push my thighs open. There’s something so arousing about the way he makes demands of me. His voice and his words drive me wild. Obeying him does, too.
The second the tiny powerful tip of that toy touches my areola, I arch. It’s impossible to remain still. My nipple feels like it has tripled in size.
Bryson sets his free hand between my breasts to hold me down while he circles my nipple over and over the way he’d been doing with my clit. He torments one breast for a minute and then switches to the other.
I cry out, and my pussy clenches around the bullet when he taps my nipple directly.
He chuckles as he trails the evil tip down the middle of my belly and back to my clit. “Powerful, huh?”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
He removes the vibrations from my clit and leans over me. “Do you want my cock, Lillian?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes. Please.” I have no doubts. It’s not just the arousal speaking. I’ve wanted him since long before we ever went out Friday night.
“I’m going to make you come really hard with this vibrator, Lils, and then I’ll take my jeans off.”
I whimper. “Please…” I’m not sure I can take much more of that tiny, powerful toy, but if he wants me to, I will.
