Page 34 of Spoiling Lillian
Her breath hitches, and her hand comes to her throat.
I watch, fascinated as she pats around her neck before fisting her hand between her breasts.
“Did you used to wear pearls?” I ask.
She looks back at me and blinks. “Yes. All the time. I took them off when I got here and never put them back on. They were pretentious, and I don’t like the reminder.”
My heart hurts for the craziness that was her odd, repressed life. I slide a hand up, cup her chin, and kiss her lips softly. It’s all I can do to reassure her. I’m no expert on batshit parents. My own parents were hard-working folks who adored me and raised me to be the man I am. We weren’t poor, but we didn’t have everything money could buy. Regular folks.
I release her chin and dance my fingers at her throat. I wonder if she’d like to have a replacement necklace someday. Not pearls, but something that would comfort her without leaving her absently reaching for nothing.
I guide my girl away from the equipment without telling her more. This is not her thing. Next, we approach the clothes.
“Wow, they have something for everyone,” she says.
“Yes. Anything from Dominatrix to Baby girl.”
She wanders away slightly, keeping her fingers in mine. No more than a foot separates us, but it’s a mile for me. I like holding her close. I need to let her explore, though, especially now that she’s relaxed and showing an interest.
Without a word, I follow her from rack to rack while she looks. Finally, she wanders from the adult Baby clothing to the racks next to it that have other accoutrements for the entire range of age play.
“There are so many options,” she whispers.
“Just like humans. Something for everyone. So many styles and preferences.”
“I guess so.”
“Anything you want to buy?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m good.”
I give her hand a tug and pull her front against me. Wrapping my arms around her, I meet her gaze. “Lillian, get anything you want. There’s no need to be shy about it. Surely you know I’m not going to judge you.”
She smiles. “I know. I think the pile of vibrators is more than enough.” She narrows her eyes. “Are you going to let me use them?”
I chuckle. “Of course.”
She rolls her eyes. “But not alone.”
I kiss her. “Never.” I’m grinning as I lead her to the checkout counter.
“Find everything you were looking for?” Belinda asks.
“I think so. If not, we’ll come back,” I tell her.
As she rings up our items, she holds up the box that contains a butterfly vibrator. “Oh, I love this one. My boyfriend got me one a few months ago. It can be wicked. Whatever you do, be leery if your man decides to tie you to the bedposts and pulls out the butterfly.” She groans.
Lillian sucks in a breath and looks at me with wide eyes.
I smirk.
A few minutes later, I have paid, and we are back in the truck. “Lunch?”
Lillian has her thighs gripped together and is sitting on her hands. She twists to look at me. “You expect me to eat? All I can think about is that butterfly. You didn’t explain it to me. You just put it on the pile.”
I laugh. “Don’t worry. I promise not to use it on you during lunch.”
She gasps, her giant brown eyes bigger than her head.
