Chapter 9
Lillian
I’m trembling. It’s hard to stop fidgeting, especially with Bryson’s erection pressing against my sex. This is the closest I’ve ever been to a man. It’s heady. Knowing that I’m making him hard is exciting. Too bad he’s a big meanie and isn’t going to let me have his shaft inside me.
Sure, I’m nervous about having sex. Who isn’t for their first time? But I’m twenty-one years old. I don’t know another woman my age who hasn’t had sex.
It’s not like I’ve surveyed a hundred women, of course, but I’ve heard girls talk in the locker room or the cafeteria. And that was back in high school. It’s been a few years since then, and I’m still a virgin. How embarrassing.
The truth is that Simone and I intentionally got into a little bit of trouble today because I wanted to know what would happen. I wasn’t sure if Bryson had spoken to Camden about disciplining me for transgressions when I’m at their house. Apparently, he had, and he got the call.
I’m nervous, but curiosity overrides that.
Bryson grips my butt cheeks. My face heats because I’m so aware of his fingers touching me so intimately. Maybe it would be no big deal to someone else, but this is the most erotic position I’ve ever been in.
“We didn’t specifically discuss what I would do to punish you if you misbehaved, sweet girl. But you must have wanted to find out, or you wouldn’t have made the choices you made. So, I’m going to assume you’re ready and willing to face the consequences.”
I sit up taller. I’m so far past willing. “Yes, Sir.”
He suddenly stands, turns around, and lowers me onto my back on the bed. His hands come to my bent spread legs before I can close them, and he eases them wide so my knees touch the mattress.
“Lift your arms above your head, Lils.”
I’m shaking as I obey him. He looks so intense, and I’m burning up with the need for him. He hasn’t touched me anywhere important yet, and already I’m panting.
He said he wouldn’t have sex with me. I don’t like that idea at all, especially now that he’s dominating me so hard.
My nightie is raised around my stomach. I didn’t have a chance to push it down or try to cover myself before he ordered me to lift my arms. It’s too late now.
And why do I care? He can do anything he wants to me.
He could strip me naked and make love to me, and I would not complain, so whatever he has planned is better than nothing.
Bryson holds my gaze while he slides his hands closer to my core. “Have you heard of edging, sweet girl?”
I shake my head. I have no idea what he’s referring to.
He strokes his thumbs along the elastic of my panties, so close to my sex.
I whimper as my arousal spikes. I’m unfamiliar with this sensation.
Until a month ago, I was almost completely unaware of my sexuality.
My experience was limited, and I was never attracted to any of the guys I dated.
Certainly not attracted enough to find myself aroused in their presence or thinking about them.
And then I met Bryson.
“Let me ask you another question, Lils.”
It’s hard to focus with him touching me like he is. It’s maddening the way he gently strokes my sensitive skin along the crease of my legs. I’m on fire.
“I know you don’t own a vibrator, but have you played with your pussy, sweet girl?”
I stop breathing. This is not something I would expect people to discuss. It seems so very private, but I don’t think Bryson has boundaries. I know he doesn’t because he’s holding my gaze intently.
“There’s no right or wrong answer, Lils. I just want to know what you’ve experienced so I can make an informed decision before I proceed.”
I swallow hard.
He presses his thumbs against my inner thighs, inches from my core.
My clit is pulsing. I whimper. I’m struggling to listen to his words, let alone answer him. His questions are so embarrassing.
His thumbs move again, easing up and down along the elastic. Wetness leaks out of me, soaking my panties, making my cheeks heat.
“Tell me, sweet girl. Have you played with this pussy before?”
I slowly nod. I have touched myself down there nearly every night for the past week. Before that, I didn’t have enough of a concept to consider masturbating. I had no reference point. Not until our date and then those kisses… And that failed spanking.
I didn’t enjoy having my butt spanked, but I was aware of his hand so close to my sex. When he left, I ignored the burn on my butt and focused instead on the tingling between my legs that lingered as a result of Bryson seeing my bare skin. There was something so arousing about that.
“Have you pushed your finger inside your pussy, Lillian?”
I lick my lips. “No.” I’m aware of two things. One, it’s very embarrassing to talk about this. Two, it turns me on.
“But you’ve touched your clit…”
I arch nearly all the way off the mattress when he slides one of his thumbs up and flicks my swollen nub over my wet panties.
“Have you made yourself come, sweet girl? Have you ever given yourself an orgasm?”
I purse my lips. It takes a few seconds before I manage to shake my head. Now I’m mortified, and this time, it isn’t sexy. Am I broken?
Bryson surprises me by groaning as he lowers his face between my legs and kisses me where his thumb just was.
“Lillian… Look at me.”
I lower my gaze from the ceiling to him.
“How many times have you tried, baby?”
I shudder. He called me baby. He’s never called me that before. He’s being so sweet and gentle. If I weren’t so turned on, I might cry. His fingers are dancing along the edge of my panties, teasing me mercilessly. I think he knows it.
“Lillian…”
Oh, right. He’s waiting for me to answer him. “A few,” I whisper.
“When, Lils?”
Damn, he’s persistent. “This week,” I mumble.
He drags a finger over my cotton-covered clit, making me moan.
I tip my head back and arch my chest again. My breasts feel needy and heavy. If I wasn’t too embarrassed, and he hadn’t ordered me to keep my hands above my head, I would squeeze my boobs to alleviate the pressure.
“Do you think you can’t orgasm, Lils?” he asks in his incredibly gentle voice.
I swallow, not answering.
“I promise you can, and you will, but not until after I discipline you, which I’m already doing.”
My legs start shaking. I’m not sure what he means.
He uses one hand to hold my pelvis still while the fingers of his other hand dance over my folds.
My mouth falls open.
“Have you ever been this aroused, baby?”
I shake my head. Never. My brain cells are scrambled. I want him to take my panties off. I want him to touch me directly. I want him to fuck me, but he’s not going to do any of that. I don’t understand his plan here.
When his fingers disappear from my sex, I whimper.
“I’m going to push your nightie up so I can see your breasts, okay, Lils?”
I arch my head back again. “Please…” I want him to do that. I want him to see me naked.
He uses both hands to ease the cotton up my body. When the cool air hits my nipples, they harden further than they already were.
“So pretty.” Bryson is worshipping me with his words and fingers. He trails a line between my breasts and then circles the globes back and forth in a figure eight, each circle growing smaller until he’s an inch from my nipples but not touching them.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. Do you want me to touch these tight buds, sweet girl?”
“Yes…” The word comes out as a hiss.
“I bet you’d like me to suckle them, huh?”
“Please,” I beg. Why isn’t he touching them? They almost hurt.
“Have you ever pinched them, Lils?”
“No… Oh, God. Please…” It’s hard to keep my arms where he wants them. I thread my fingers together and grip tightly.
Bryson circles my nipples again and again, making me writhe. When I buck my chest upward, he stops. “Tsk tsk. Stay still, naughty girl. This is a punishment, remember?”
My breath hitches. I’d forgotten that. What does he mean?
“This is called edging, Lillian. It’s a rather sadistic form of discipline. If you were worried about my sadistic side, I’m fulfilling it right now.”
My mouth is dry. I can’t make sense of his words.
I cry out when he suddenly blows on one of my nipples. “Oh God…”
He leans over me farther, drawing more of his tiny circles around my nipples over and over. “I would pinch them, but I’m afraid you would come. You’re too close. Someday, I’ll teach you not to come without permission, but you’re not capable of that yet.”
My sex is pulsing. I don’t know what it feels like to orgasm, but I suspect he’s right. I’m so close. I draw my knees together, pulling them up tight toward my stomach.
Bryson stops touching my breasts and sets his palms on my shins. “Uh-uh, naughty girl. Open.”
I don’t think I can. The pressure… The need.
“Now, Lillian. Legs parted wide,” he commands.
It’s impossible to disobey him, but I’m shaking violently as I spread my knees.
“All the way. Press your knees into the mattress. I want to see those soaking-wet panties.”
I moan as I follow his orders.
“Good girl. If you close them again, I won’t let you come tonight at all.”
I’m going to hyperventilate. My skin is both hot and cold. My sex is throbbing.
“Keep your hands where they are, your bottom on the bed, and your legs spread wide.”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage to mutter. Hands, bottom, legs… I can do this. I’ll die if he doesn’t let me come.
“That’s my good girl. So polite.” His hands smooth down my inner thighs. When he reaches my folds, he pulls on my skin, forcing my lower lips to part under my panties.
I gasp.
“Your pussy is so greedy, isn’t it, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. I want him to praise me. I want to be good.
Bryson lightly strokes his fingertips over my clit several times, making it so hard to keep my butt down and my knees parted.
My head lolls back and forth as I moan. I’m going to explode.
And then his fingers are gone.
When I jerk my gaze down to find his, he sets his palms on either side of my head and stares at me. “Edging is when I tease your little body right to the edge of orgasm without letting you come. It’s frustrating, isn’t it?”
I nod. Maddening.
“Do you like it?”
“No, Sir.”
“The next time Camden or Jameson calls me to tell me you were naughty at one of their houses, I will strip you, tease you like this, and leave you unfulfilled.”
My eyes pop wide.
“If you can’t keep your hands out of the way, I’ll restrain them to the headboard.
If you need me to discipline you for something silly, I’ll eventually let you come after you learn your lesson.
If you misbehave in a way that puts you or others in danger, I won’t let you come.
If it’s a serious infraction, I’ll strap you down and torment you over and over until you’re in tears. ”
“Yes, Sir.” I would never do anything dangerous, so there’s no fear of that.
“Do you have any idea how hard my cock is, Lils?”
“No, Sir,” I murmur.
“Fucking rock hard. From seeing you almost naked for the first time. From teasing your hard little nipples. From watching you writhe with need. But mostly from your willing submission. It takes a lot of willpower to submit like you are right now. Holding this position while I teach you a lesson is very hard. I’m proud of you.
Dominating you is smoking hot. The sadist in me is very pleased. ”
I still don’t get that part, but I don’t have the brain capacity to ask him to explain.
“I’m going to suck your nipples now. Try to control your orgasm until I press my palm against your clit.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I shiver the moment his lips capture my tight bud. It feels so good. All this anticipation was warranted. I love the way he wraps his lips around the tip. He makes it even better when he flicks my nipple and swirls his tongue around it.
I’m panting and nearly out of my head when he calmly switches to my other bud, treating it to the same torment.
“Please,” I cry out.
Bryson releases my nipple, brings one hand to my sex, and flattens his palm against my clit. “Now, baby. Come.”
My body obeys him, the pressure of the base of his hand enough to push me over the edge. He keeps his hand between my legs while waves of pleasure consume me, pulsing through my body over and over.
He doesn’t ease back until I sigh contentedly and shudder.
Bryson removes his hand and immediately tugs my nightie down before scooping me into his arms. He pulls the covers back and deposits me on the sheet in the middle of the bed.
My teeth chatter as I blink up at him. He tucks the covers around me. “Be right back, sweet girl.” He turns and jogs from my bedroom.
I stare at the door in shock, grateful when he returns a few minutes later with a sippy cup. He holds it in the air. “I found some apple juice in your fridge. You need fluids.” He helps me sit up and hands me the cup.
While I drink, I watch him kick off his shoes. I’m so thirsty that I drain the entire contents.
“Good girl.” Bryson lifts the covers and climbs in next to me, fully dressed. He maneuvers me so I’m on my side facing away from him, covers us, and wraps his giant arms around me.
I’ve never been spooned before, but that’s what he’s doing. It’s straight out of a romance novel.