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“Okay then.” Grateful there’s a loveseat in this room, I head toward it next and tentatively stand her on her feet in front of me as I sit. I take the pale pink material out of her hand, brace her with my thighs around her knees, and let the blanket fall to the floor. “Arms up, sweet girl.”
She lifts her arms for me without hesitation.
I decide this is a nightie as I help her get her arms in the sleeves and let the garment flutter around her.
As soon as it’s in place, I lean back and look at her. “Fucking hell, naughty girl.”
Chapter 17
Bryson
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“What?” my Little imp asks, batting her eyes before covering her mouth and giggling.
“You naughty, naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?” This nightie is sexy as fuck. It’s nearly see-through, and I wouldn’t really categorize it as Little attire. It’s the sort of thing any woman would wear to entice a man.
My cock is rigid. This lingerie is not helping.
“Give me orgasms?” she suggests, her small fingers reaching for the necklace she no longer wears. When she realizes it’s not there, she lowers her hand and balls it into a fist.
I don’t comment. I’ve already started thinking about a replacement. “Millions of them. That goes without saying. Why do you have sexy clothes in your playroom, Lils?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just do. Sometimes I like to wear them when I’m in here.” She clasps her hands behind her and twists her torso back and forth, causing the material to sway around her breasts. “I pretend I have a Daddy and he’s watching me. I like the way he looks at me when I’m wearing sexy stuff.”
I grab her hips and pull her against me. “You do have a Daddy, and he is watching you, and his cock is harder than fuck seeing you in this pink translucent material.” The negligee is sexier than when she was naked. If that’s even possible.
She must be feeling much closer to normal because she dares to tease me by setting her palms on my chest and sliding them around my neck and into my hair. The Little imp giggles.
I shake my head, but there’s no way to keep from smiling. I adore this woman. I don’t even give a fuck that she’s Little—at least part of the time. I suspect her new embrace on life includes the fact that she’s always going to have a fraction of her Little with her. Both last night and today, she was youthful. She’s embraced that side of her. Now I want to see more.
Plus, I need to get my hands off her. So I spin her around so she’s facing the room. “Find something to entertain yourself, naughty girl. I’m going to watch you.”
She takes a tentative step forward, sending me a coy look over her shoulder. The Little imp might have a deep Little side, but her adult is devious and shining through.
Lillian slowly pads away from me, but all she does is wander around the room, touching things. This room is a Little’s slice of heaven. I assume most of the contents were left here by Simone. I doubt Lillian has accumulated all this in the short time she’s been here. I don’t think she knew herself well enough to do so.
I am aware that she has money. Lots of it. She has a trust fund from her grandparents. So does Simone. It means she has the luxury of taking her time, figuring out what she wants to do with her life. There’s no rush for her to get a job, even though she has tried.
I lean back in the loveseat, adjusting my cock. If I don’t get a grip, I’m going to come in my jeans. “What do you usually do when you’re in here?”
She shrugs. “I color or do puzzles or play with stuff.”
“What stuff, Lils? Can you pretend I’m not here?” I so badly want her to show me her Little, but she’s afraid to let her guard down while I’m watching.
She shakes her head, causing her hair to swing around her shoulders. It’s messy after everything we’ve done. I love it.
I’m doing everything I can to ignore the barely existent nightie that’s doing nothing to hide her curves. It hardly covers her naked bottom, and her breasts look fucking amazing bouncing lightly with every step she takes.
My mouth is watering. I want to suck her tits so badly. I want to ravage her. She’s not ready for that. I have to control myself. I know she thinks she wants to have sex, but I won’t risk her regretting it. It’s too soon.
“Do you know why I like this room?” she asks so softly I almost don’t hear her.
“Tell me, sweet girl.”
She continues wandering, picking up dolls and toys and putting them back down. She’s obviously gathering her thoughts, so I don’t interrupt her.
Eventually, she licks her lips and draws in a deep breath.
