Page 37 of Spoiling Lillian
He’s so damn strong that he easily lifts me as he stands. He tosses me over his shoulder with ease and carries me out of the room.
I squeal in a very unladylike manner as I bounce against him until he finally deposits me unceremoniously onto my bed. I wince when I see that he managed to grab the ominous, discreet black bag and brought it with him.
He drops it on the mattress next to me. “Let me ask you a few questions, naughty girl, and then I won’t ask them again.” He leans over me, his hands on either side of me.
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, my fingers coming to the spot at my throat where my pearls used to hang. I keep reaching for them. It’s frustrating. I want to break the habit I didn’t even know I had until Bryon pointed it out.
“Do you have a problem being naked in front of me, Lillian?”
I shake my head as I lower my hand.
“What about bondage? How do you feel about being restrained?”
I swallow. “Restrained how?”
“Tied down so you can’t squirm away from me.”
I lick my lips. “I don’t think that scares me.” My body shudders. I’m actually intrigued.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Lils. You’re going to strip naked. I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard. Then I’m going to sit between your legs and edge you. I won’t let you come. When your punishment is over, you’re going to take me to your playroom and spend some time in Little space.”
I’m trembling, but I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to use your safeword when we do new things. I’m not worried about edging. You’ve experienced that. But restraints are new. If at any point you discover you don’t like being tied up while I torment your pussy, you will use the word red. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir, but why would I like it?” My brow is furrowed. I’m slightly confused. What keeps me from using the safeword right now?
He smiles. “I suspect you’re going to love it, sweet girl. Why do most Littles misbehave? So they can get spanked. Most enjoy getting spanked. But other Littles misbehave because they’re titillated by some other kind of discipline. I can tell by the way you’re whimpering that you’re fucking turned on by the idea of me exposing you, restraining your naughty body, and teasing you over and over without letting you come.”
“It sounds like a special kind of torture,” I murmur. I’m not kidding. I’m already hot and bothered. I love it when he touches me. I’d do anything to get him to do so. Perhaps even misbehave.
“It will be, but you’ll know pretty quickly if you hate it. People don’t engage in BDSM because they dislike it. They do so because they get some benefit out of it. For masochists, it could be that they really need the release pain gives them. For me, as a sadist, I get a similar release from topping another person. From inflicting pain on them.”
I wince. This is the crux of our problem. In the end, he needs that, and I’ll never be able to fill that void. But we’ve harped on that enough for now.
He continues. “People who enjoy age play get a rush from letting go of their adult and spending time turning that care over to another person. It can be exhausting when the Little doesn’t have a caregiver, but it’s possible. I suspect it’s ten times more fulfilling when there’s someone to be accountable to. As in other aspects of BDSM, lots of Littles like the release from a hard spanking. But I’ve told you that some do not. Since we’re pretty sure you won’t enjoy impact play, we’ll need to find your currency.”
I frown. “My currency?”
“Whatever it takes to give you what you crave. It could be attention. It could be negative attention. You might find you like to misbehave because you feel alive when I edge you without letting you come. You might discover you don’t like any sort of punishment and therefore won’t do things to earn disciplinary action.”
“Oh.”
“One thing at a time, Lillian. Right now, we’re going to explore edging deeper than we did last night. That hardly counted since I let you come in the end.”
My lips tremble as I voice a burning concern. “You’re not going to let me come…ever?”
He smiles. “Baby, you’re never going to sleep shaking from edging without eventually getting an orgasm. I’m not that cruel.”
I blow out a relieved breath. Thank goodness.
He grins slightly demonically. “Unless, of course, we determine you like to be denied for more than a few hours. Some people do.”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
He laughs. “We’ll see.” He rises to standing and reaches for me.
When I hold out my hands, he pulls me to my feet. He kisses me sweetly before turning so he can sit on the edge of the bed. “Clothes off, naughty girl.”
