Chapter 8
Bryson
Every time I FaceTime Lillian, she takes my breath away. It’s been six days since I saw her. Six days of frustration. It’s not like me. Nothing about my relationship with Lillian is like me.
I’m later than usual tonight, and I suspect I worried her. I nearly choke when she answers because she’s lying in bed with the phone propped up against the other pillow.
She’s a fucking breath of fresh air in a world where I could really use some oxygen. Work has been brutal this entire week, and therefore, I haven’t seen Lillian since last weekend. I’ve gotten home late every night.
“Hey,” she says softly.
“Hey, yourself,” I respond as I drop onto my couch, keeping the phone close so I can see her.
She’s so fucking sexy. Most nights, tonight included, she’s wearing a nightgown that suits her Little.
I’m sure she’s comfortable in them. Most of them are cotton and pastel. Many have a princess on the front.
Lillian hasn’t hidden her Little from me as much as she used to this week. I suppose she assumes that since I’ve seen her apartment, there’s no reason to hide.
“Did you have fun at Camden’s today?”
“Yeah. I can’t believe you really did call him and left instructions for when I misbehave.”
“I told you I was going to.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, well, he used that to his advantage today, threatening me with your wrath if I didn’t follow his rules.”
I chuckle. “It’s good for you.”
“I don’t even know what your idea of a punishment looks like. You’ve never told me.”
“I guess you’re not too scared to find out, though, are you?”
She gasps. “Did he call you?”
“Yep.” I grin at her.
“I don’t ordinarily break the rules, you know.” She giggles, but it’s not as deep or natural as it was before we went on our date. She’s been more open about letting me see her in cute nighties but not nearly as open emotionally.
I hate it.
I hate this weirdness between us. I know she’s worried about her reaction to being spanked, but it’s difficult for me to ease her mind.
Only time will smooth over that incident.
I don’t know how to explain it any better.
I truly don’t care that she doesn’t like being spanked.
In fact, it’s sort of easier this way. There won’t be impact play between us, so I won’t have to worry about swatting her too hard.
“What did you girls do when you weren’t being naughty?”
She rolls her eyes. “We watched a movie.”
“What movie?”
She shrugs. “Just a cartoon.”
“You think I don’t like cartoons?”
She sighs and looks away. “I think you’re humoring me.”
I stiffen and bring the phone closer to my face. “Lillian, look at me.”
She lifts her gaze.
“I promise you I will never lie to you or humor you. If I didn’t want to know about your day, I wouldn’t ask. If I didn’t like cartoons, why would I tell you I do?”
She shrugs again. She’s insecure, and can I blame her? She won’t come right out and say so, but I haven’t seen her for almost a week. That’s on me. Tomorrow is my first day off since our date.
I glance at the time. It’s after eight. I meant to ask her to spend the day with me tomorrow. The reason I didn’t do so before now is because I wasn’t sure I would have the day off, and the only thing worse than not seeing her would be making plans and breaking them.
Suddenly, I don’t like the thought of waiting until tomorrow.
Call me crazy, but I make a spur-of-the-moment decision. Rising to my feet, I head toward my bedroom. “I need a quick shower, and then I’m coming over.”
She gasps and sits upright. “What?”
“Be there in thirty. Is that a problem?”
She glances down at her nightie.
“Don’t change. Stay exactly how you are.”
“You’re serious.”
“Yes. I’ve missed you.” I watch her face closely as she chews on her bottom lip before giving me a slow smile.
I’ve definitely guessed right. She’s worried I wouldn’t want to see her again. I can tell by the way she’s grinning now. She likes the idea of seeing me. “Okay.”
“See you in half an hour.” I end the call and rush into the bathroom. There’s no way I’m going over there without showering first.
I’m also not going over there without taking my cock in hand. Lillian makes me hard every time I talk to her. It’s even worse when I video call her. That nightgown she’s wearing…
After turning on the shower, I strip out of my clothes and climb in. I have one hand flattened on the tile and the other wrapped around my cock. Closing my eyes, I picture Lillian in the pink cotton nightie she’s currently wearing and embellish what I’d been able to see through the video call.
I bet her nipples are hard points. I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing them yet, let alone touching them.
Not even the little tips through her clothes.
I’m sure she wasn’t wearing a bra when we went out last week, but the fabric around her chest was rippled and kept me from knowing the status of her tight buds.
The thought of her opening the door in that tiny cotton nightie, picturing it barely covering her bottom… That’s all it takes for me to come hard against the tile wall.
I’m panting as I release my cock, and it takes a few minutes before I can push off the wall and wash my body. Unfortunately, I doubt my efforts are going to keep my dick from remaining hard.
Rushing around, I manage to get out of my house in fifteen minutes, and I’m at Lillian’s building when I said I would be. She buzzes me up, and I’m at her apartment in record time.
I feel like a teenager. It’s been this way since I met her. I think about her all day and live for our calls. Another reason I haven’t seen her since last weekend is that I don’t trust myself around her. But my willpower is gone.
Sure enough, she opens her door wearing exactly what I saw her in thirty minutes ago. And fuck me. The tiny pink cotton nightgown makes my cock go from three-quarters hard to fully erect.
This sort of nightie is not my style. I’m more of a black lace kind of guy. But that was before I met Lillian. She might look spectacular in black lace, but this soft pink suits her.
Her hair is hanging down her back, waves of it brushed out and tucked behind her ears.
She’s free of makeup, which makes sense since she’d been climbing into bed when I called.
I’m glad she didn’t rush into her bathroom and apply mascara.
I like her better this way. She’s innocent and wholesome. It’s so fucking refreshing.
My sweet girl often gets ready for bed by eight. I know this because I call her at that time most evenings. I know she doesn’t go to sleep so early. She likes to read in bed, and I suspect she likes to be comfortable when we talk.
I’m standing on the threshold of her apartment, neither of us moving.
I can’t yet. I’m still letting my gaze run up and down her frame.
The nightie has some princess I don’t know on the front.
The sleeves are a ruffle of the same cotton material.
So is the hem, which reaches barely past her panties.
She shivers as I stare, and goosebumps rise all over her arms and legs. I want to devour her from head to toe, but that’s not what’s going to happen. Lillian has zero experience. I can’t barge in, rip off her nightie, and take her virginity.
The truth is, I can’t take her virginity at all. That would be an asshole move on my part. She’s not ready for that.
As if she’s reading my mind, she suddenly narrows her gaze and licks her pretty lips. “Can we negotiate sex before you step inside?”
I give her a crooked smile. “Not a chance, sweet girl.”
She sighs, her shoulders dropping as she steps back and opens the door wider. “Have I been friend-zoned after what happened last week?”
I step inside and shut the door before cupping her cheeks with both hands and leaning in to kiss her briefly. “No, Lils. Definitely not.”
She whispers against my lips, “I wasn’t sure since I haven’t seen you all week.”
I kiss her again, partly because I can’t help myself and partly to reassure her that we are not just friends. “I wasn’t lying, sweet girl. I’ll never lie to you. I’ve had a busy week at work. I really did work twelve-hour days before I called you. Tomorrow is my first day off.”
“Okay.” She sets her hands on my chest and slides them around my neck. She’s so much shorter than me that she has to rise onto her tiptoes to do so.
I’m aware of the fact that her nightie has to be way up above her panties now, and it’s impossible to resist grabbing her around the waist and lifting her off the floor.
She giggles as she wraps her legs around me. “Are you sure we’re not going to have sex?”
“Positive, naughty girl. I am going to discipline you, though.”
She threads her fingers in the back of my hair. “It wasn’t that big of a deal, you know.”
I chuckle as I walk her through the apartment, aiming directly for her bedroom. “Hiding in the back of Simone’s closet so Camden didn’t know you were eating candy?”
She sighs. I love her dramatic sighs. “We were just being silly. Candy won’t kill us.”
When I reach the edge of her bed, I turn and sit, keeping her wrapped around me. It feels so natural even though we’ve never done anything like this before. I can’t help picturing a future where I come home to her every night and lift her off the floor so she can wrap her legs around my body.
Lillian’s nightie is not concealing her panties. Her pussy is pressing directly against my rigid cock. The only thing between her cunt and my denim is the cotton gusset. I bet it’s soaked.
I slide my hands down to palm her bottom. Fuck me. Just fuck me. The fact that I haven’t actually seen these panties yet doesn’t mean I’m not visualizing them. They are indeed cotton bikinis. I bet they’re pink to match her nightie. I can’t wait to see them. Soon.
I squeeze her cheeks. “I’m quite certain Camden will never fully recover from the fact that Simone was attacked. He panics when he can’t find her.”
Lillian’s shoulders drop. She lowers her gaze to my chest and slides her palms down to toy with the collar of my black T-shirt. “Yeah, he said something like that right before he spanked her.”
I have questions. “Did he spank her in front of you, Lils?”
“Yes.” She squirms against my cock as her cheeks turn pink. Does she realize what that bulge in my pants is?
“Does he do that often?” I’m curious because I don’t think Lillian minds when other people are spanked, even though she doesn’t like it herself.
She shrugs. “Sometimes. He doesn’t fully spank her like he did at Surrender that night we watched. He gives her a few hard swats over her clothes. I think Simone likes it.”
“What about you? How do you feel about it?”
She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t care. It’s just what they do. It doesn’t bother me. Sometimes, when I overthink things, I find it fascinating that Simone and I have such different lives than we did growing up, but I’ve known she was Little for years. I’m not shocked she gets spanked.”
“What happened after he swatted her bottom?”
“He made her stand in the corner for a while.”
“Do you know why?” I’m curious how much of their dynamic Lillian understands.
“Yes. Simone explained everything to me. I know she likes him to make her come after he spanks her hard, so he doesn’t use that kind of spanking for discipline. He reserves it for play.”
I know all of this, but I was curious to see how much my bright, insightful girl understood. Damn near everything. Either Simone relayed it well, or Lillian has done a lot of research. Probably both.
“Do you think you deserve to be disciplined for hiding from Camden to eat candy?”
A deep sigh. “I guess.”
I laugh. “Isn’t that why you did it? To see what I would do?”
She plays with my collar again. “Maybe.”
My girl is in for a rude awakening.