Page 40 of Spoiling Lillian
Lillian arches her head back, her breasts rising off the bed. I haven’t touched her anywhere sexual. Hell, this is the first time I’ve made contact with her since I tied her up. Before that, the only thing I did was tap and circle her nipples briefly.
“Begging will never work when I’m punishing you, naughty girl. It will only make your discipline last longer,” I remind her.
She moans. It’s fucking precious.
We don’t need toys right now. If I even picked up the bag and pretended to take something out, she would orgasm. We’ll have to save them for another time. Perhaps later, when I actually let her come.
I ease my hands closer to her pussy and lower my gaze to her soaking entrance as I use my thumbs to open her.
“Oh God…”
“I’m not God, naughty girl, but if you want to call me that, I guess you can,” I tease.
“Bryson…” Her voice is low. A growl. She’s desperate.
“It’s a mixed feeling, isn’t it? On one hand, it feels so fucking good to be this aroused for a prolonged period of time. On the other hand, you want to scream, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words are breathy. She’s panting now. Her body starts quivering.
I stare at her pussy, all swollen and wet, for a long time while her arousal continues to grow. It’s dripping out of her. Fuck, her pussy is pretty. It’s perfection. I want to eat it. But I can’t do that now. I can’t do anything now. I’ve tormented her long enough.
After easing her legs together, I reach above her head to release her wrists.
Her eyes are wide and confused. She’s in subspace. I did almost nothing, and my girl is in subspace.
I look around, pleased to find a soft blanket at the end of the bed. I quickly wrap her up in it and scoop her into my arms. Cradling her against my chest, I kiss her temple and carry her out of the room.
I’m not sure she even knows where we are or what’s happening as I hold her with one hand and open her fridge with the other. My intention is to find a bottle of water, but I score one even better. Lillian has a sippy cup of water sitting on the shelf.
“You need to drink, sweet girl,” I encourage as I hold the mouthpiece to her lips.
She whimpers and turns her head away, fighting me.
Can’t say I’ve ever had a submissive reject water after a scene, but this is the first time Lillian has ever experienced something as intense as this, and she’s beyond confused. Plus, she’s so fucking adorable I can’t stand it.
I dominated her so powerfully without doing much of anything. It was enough to nearly bring her to orgasm, and fuck if I don’t feel the same rush I get from spanking or flogging someone. I’m not sure it will always work this way. I think I’m just startled from the shock of how easily she submitted to my demands.
When I dominate someone at the club—someone who is usually strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross or a spanking bench or any number of apparatus—I get a workout. I’m often sweating and exhausted when the scene is over, especially if I do several in one evening.
I might not be sweating after dominating Lillian, but I’m wrung out nonetheless. I carry her over to the sofa and lower myself in the middle before encouraging her to drink again.
“Lils, this is not optional. You have to open your mouth for me. You need fluids after a scene like that.”
She furrows her cute brows at me. It’s hard to tell if she fully understands, but finally she opens her mouth.
“Good girl.”
Once she takes a sip, something clicks in her brain and she downs the entire cup of water.
I hold her in my arms for a while, kissing her forehead frequently. I like having her close like this. I’m also so fucking glad this happened at a time when I could ease her out of subspace. We’re in no rush. In fact, I don’t care if I have to hold her all afternoon and night. That wouldn’t be a hardship.
My head is spinning from what just happened. I went into this thinking it was a punishment, but it turned into something much bigger. I’ve never punished a submissive. It’s not something I do. Hell, I’ve never been in a relationship with a submissive. My usual is to scene with people and go home. I’ve never met with anyone outside of the club. I’ve never brought one into my home. I’ve never dominated someone in a sexual manner while kneeling between the legs of her naked body.
Lillian is experiencing a million firsts, but so am I.
She purrs in my arms, snuggling in deeper as she comes back into her body. Eventually her arms come up around my neck. If she’s aware of the blanket falling down to expose her chest, she doesn’t acknowledge it.
I shift her weight so she’s sitting more upright.
