Page 38 of Spoiling Lillian
“All of them?” I have no idea why I need to be argumentative. It just slips out.
“The length of time your punishment is going to last is growing by the second,” he informs me without directly answering my ridiculous question.
I kick off my shoes and quickly pull my tank top over my head before removing my skirt. I take a deep breath, hesitating in my bra and panties. White lace. Innocent.
Bryson’s gaze roams up and down my body. “Fuck, Lils. You’re so damn sexy. You have no idea.” His voice is deeper. His pupils are dilated. He rubs his palms on his thighs. He’s attracted to me. Affected by me. It gives me the strength to follow through on this striptease.
I somehow find the will to look directly at his face as I reach back to unhook my bra before letting it fall to the floor. I shimmy out of my panties next. Goosebumps rise all over my body. Bryson saw most of me last night, but this is different. Today, he’s seeing every inch of my body. This is a huge first for me.
There’s a tremendous imbalance between us. I’m well-aware of it. It’s crackling in the air. He’s fully clothed, and I’m submitting so deeply to him that I’m completely vulnerable.
My nipples stiffen further by the second as I fist my hands at my sides. It’s so hard to stand in front of him and not cover myself. But it’s titillating at the same time.
I clench my thighs together. Wetness leaks out of me. Since my experience with understanding my sexuality only extends back about twenty hours, I’m nervous and uncertain. But it feels so good. I love the way my stomach is knotted and my pussy is pulsing. I want more.
“Clasp your hands behind your back, Lils,” Bryson commands in a gentle voice.
I reach back and grab one wrist with my opposite hand.
“Good girl. Spread your legs.”
I whimper as I obey him. Holy Mother of God, this is hot. I had no idea I would like to take orders from another person. If someone had suggested such a thing two months ago, I would have wondered what the hell they were smoking. But here I am, a new version of myself. And I really love the heated stare coming from Bryson. It grows hotter and penetrates deeper every time he gives me another order and I obey him.
It’s a power exchange. I get that intellectually, but this is new to me, so experiencing it is far different from reading about it online.
“You like me looking at you, don’t you, Lils?”
I nod and whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
“Some Littles stand in timeout naked and exposed because it arouses them. I bet you can understand that, can’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m learning more about myself by the second.
He leans forward, setting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together. “Lift your arms and clasp your fingers together behind your head.”
I shiver as I do so, feeling decidedly more submissive. My breasts lift. My nipples are so hard they ache. I want him to brush his fingers across them.
“I’m edging you without touching your body, sweet girl,” he points out.
He certainly is. I shift my weight from foot to foot, desperate to close my legs.
“Don’t fidget, Lillian,” Bryson commands in his very Dominant voice.
I freeze, my heart racing as my arousal grows.
“Step closer to me, but don’t break this form. Keep your feet wide, or I will punish you further.”
Shuffling toward him is awkward and embarrassing, but he knows that, and wetness is leaking down my inner thighs.
“Pull your shoulders and elbows back, sweet girl.”
I shudder as I follow his instruction. A tiny part of me thinks I should be running from the room. Telling him to go fuck himself. But a stronger part of me is winning, insisting this is the hottest moment of my life.
I flinch when he moves forward and blows on my nipple.
“You’re trembling. It feels good to obey me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
