Chapter 6
Lillian
We’re much quieter in his truck on the way back to my apartment. I’m okay with that. I’m inside my head. I have a lot to think about. I keep shifting in the seat as I consider what it might feel like to have him spank me. I’m both excited and nervous.
“You know my apartment used to be Simone’s, right?” I ask him as we get closer.
“Yes. Why?”
“I just want you to know I didn’t pick anything in it. It was already furnished, and a lot of the, uh, stuff was already there. All I did was take over the lease. There’s a lot of…stuff…still in the apartment that Simone hasn’t taken yet or doesn’t need.”
He glances at me. “Stuff, huh?”
“Yeah.”
He chuckles. I humor him quite often. “Are we talking about toys and sippy cups or nude pictures on the walls or an assortment of dildos strategically placed around the living room?” he teases.
“Little stuff, silly.”
He reaches over to take my hand. “Lillian, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You also don’t have to explain Simone to me. I won’t judge you, no matter what. I hope you know that.”
“I need you to know that I haven’t committed to anything. I’m still exploring my options. Just because there are toys doesn’t mean I can’t be an adult.”
He parks the car and turns to me. “Lillian, you’re an adult. If you choose to play with dolls, that only makes you Little at heart. It doesn’t make you younger.”
“I know.”
“So no nude artwork or dildos on the end tables?”
I giggle. “If my sister had dildos, she must have taken them with her. I haven’t seen any.”
“What about your own? Will I encounter vibrators that belong to the current occupier?”
I blush. “No. I don’t know much about them, but I’ve been thinking about ordering one.”
He grabs my hand and lifts it to his lips to kiss my knuckles. “Why haven’t you?”
I shrug, feeling my face heat further. “It’s not the sort of thing I can discuss with Simone, and I don’t have the first clue about what to order.”
“I see. Maybe I should take you to a kink shop so you can choose some things.”
My pulse picks up. “You would do that?”
“Of course.”
“I did a search. I know there are several in the area, but there’s no way I could go to one by myself. I was going to order one online, but again, I don’t know where to start. There are like a million choices.”
“I’ll take you, sweet girl.” He releases my hand and opens the door. Seconds later, he’s on my side of the truck, lifting me out to set me on my feet. I’m in deep trouble because I’m twice as enamored with him as I was before I left the apartment for this date.
One of the things I love about him is the way he lifts me in and out of the truck. It’s so sweet, plus I like his hands on my waist. I like to feel his strength. I like the way my dress lifts almost obscenely when he does it. I like how close he is to me as I slide down his body.
I pull my keycard out of my purse as we approach the building and use it to open the outer and inner doors. My heart is racing as we step into the elevator.
The moment the doors close, Bryson turns to face me, pins me against the wall with his hands on my shoulders, and says, “Do you still want me to kiss you?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
His lips are on mine almost before I finish my one-word response. And my God, the man can kiss. He doesn’t leave a gentle peck on my lips. Not Bryson. He tips his head to one side and devours me.
His mouth is soft but demanding. His tongue slides between my lips and strokes against mine before I have a clue what I’m doing. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need me to know what to do. He has it covered for both of us.
I’ve kissed a few men experimentally, usually guys who were hoping for more when they dropped me off after a date neither of us arranged. I never let them use their tongue. It always seemed gross.
Not so gross now. I’m melting against Bryson as my knees threaten to buckle. He slides one hand down to my waist and steadies me while he continues to show me what it feels like to be truly kissed.
It’s intense and passionate. I fall even harder for him, and I really need to get a grip, or I’m going to get hurt. I bet kissing me is no big deal for Bryson. For me, it’s life-changing.
When the door pings and opens, Bryson finally pulls back. He grabs my hand and hauls me out of the elevator. I’m barely able to remain upright.
As soon as we’re in the hallway, he turns me around, flattens me to the wall next to the elevator, and kisses me again.
I feel like I’m in a romance movie, and I’m about to swoon.
Eventually, he releases my lips.
I’m panting.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says.
“I’ve wanted you to do it all night, too,” I admit.
His expression is serious as he grabs my hand again. “Which apartment is yours?”
I point and lead him in that direction. When I pull my keys out, he takes them from me and releases me to unlock my door. As soon as we’re inside, I manage to shut off my alarm with shaky fingers. It’s a miracle I remember the code.
“Good girl. I’m glad you have an alarm.” Once again, he presses me against the wall, and once again, he kisses me.
I’m not complaining. That’s for sure. I’ve never been this off-kilter in my life, though. I like it.
I also like the way my body hums and how everything seems to tingle. I’m not wearing a bra, and my breasts feel heavy. I wish he would touch them, but I’m not bold enough to ask.
I’ve had fantasies about this man for a month. I’ve stared at the ceiling most nights thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, and my imagination doesn’t come close to comparing to the real deal.
I get the feeling it’s difficult for him to release my lips, and when he does, he sets his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “Shit.”
I grin. I assume his shit is a good thing.
“Well, we got that out of the way.”
“Did we?” It’s like we opened a can and spilled the contents all over. We can’t put it back, and the lid is too damaged to replace. Now that the kiss is out there, I want more.
He smirks. “For now.” He suddenly steps back as if it’s too hard to continue touching me. He runs a hand through his thick hair and stares at me.
I’m using the wall to hold myself up, breathing heavily.
“Don’t,” he says.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me like that.” He glances at the door. “If I were a stronger man, I would leave now.”
I gasp. “You said you would spank me.” Why does he want to leave?
“I will, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to imply that I want to go.
Far from it. I just don’t want to get carried away.
You throw me off my game. I should have known I couldn’t keep my hands off you.
I knew as much weeks ago. Now it’s been proven, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about all these unusual feelings. ”
I push off the wall and step into his space, setting my palms on his chest. “What’s unusual about your feelings?” He’s always so confident and dominant. Right now, he’s more vulnerable and disheveled. I like it. It makes him human.
He slides his hands up my arms and holds my biceps. “I haven’t taken a vanilla woman out in ages. It’s been even longer since I kissed one.”
“You said yourself you don’t think I’m vanilla.”
“True, but you’re not a masochist, and I don’t know how to process that.”
“Maybe you should kiss me again and see if you feel clearer about it?” I joke.
He chuckles, a deep sound that makes me clench my thighs together. My panties are soaked. He may be experiencing new sensations, but so am I.
Bryson shakes his head. “Such a naughty, tempting Little girl. Not a chance. The kissing portion of the evening is over. We tried it. We proved we have chemistry. Now, show me around your apartment so I can rein in my lust before I spank you.”
I love that he needs to rein in his lust. I love it even more that he’s not afraid to say so out loud.
I’m not about to make things easy on him.
I don’t know why. This is so unlike me. But I can’t help myself.
I feel like taking a walk on the wild side.
All my life, I’ve been the good girl. I did everything my parents wanted me to do.
I even stepped into the role of number-one daughter when Simone left home without a word.
I’m done being good. It’s exhausting, and it doesn’t suit me. I realize there’s a huge mountain between my interests and Bryson’s. I just don’t care. I’m attracted to him. I want him to teach me everything. Everything. I want it to be him.
I slide my hands down Bryson’s chest to his waist. He always takes my breath away, even over video calls, but tonight he’s drool-worthy.
The black slacks and loafers he’s wearing, paired with a lavender shirt and black tie, make it impossible to look away.
I know he works hard during the week, often physically at a job site because he has his hand in every aspect of his business, but the man gets up at the crack of dawn to work out. He’s solid.
“Can we renegotiate?”
“Nope. First rule in BDSM: no changing the terms of a negotiation once the scene has started.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “We haven’t started anything.”
“We have. As soon as we stepped into the elevator, we were in the scene.”
“How do you figure?”
“I promised you a kiss and a spanking.” He slides his hands under my hair and holds my head. “You got three kisses.”
I push out my bottom lip.
He laughs. “Such a sassy girl. If I wasn’t certain if you were Little before tonight, I’m quite sure now.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “What are you going to do about it?”
He surprises me by bending down, planting his shoulder against my stomach, and lifting me into the air.
I squeal as my head falls against his back. For a moment, I’m scared from being so high off the floor, but Bryson has a firm hold on me, both hands securing my thighs, anchoring me. “Never mind the tour. I’ll show myself around.”
“Bryson!”