Chapter 15
Lillian
Bryson smirks. “Tsk tsk. Experimenting, are you?”
I shrug and lift one hand so I can pretend to examine my nails. My stance is short-lived, though, because a second later, I’m no longer on his lap.
He’s so damn strong that he easily lifts me as he stands. He tosses me over his shoulder with ease and carries me out of the room.
I squeal in a very unladylike manner as I bounce against him until he finally deposits me unceremoniously onto my bed. I wince when I see that he managed to grab the ominous, discreet black bag and brought it with him.
He drops it on the mattress next to me. “Let me ask you a few questions, naughty girl, and then I won’t ask them again.” He leans over me, his hands on either side of me.
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, my fingers coming to the spot at my throat where my pearls used to hang. I keep reaching for them. It’s frustrating. I want to break the habit I didn’t even know I had until Bryon pointed it out.
“Do you have a problem being naked in front of me, Lillian?”
I shake my head as I lower my hand.
“What about bondage? How do you feel about being restrained?”
I swallow. “Restrained how?”
“Tied down so you can’t squirm away from me.”
I lick my lips. “I don’t think that scares me.” My body shudders. I’m actually intrigued.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Lils. You’re going to strip naked. I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard. Then I’m going to sit between your legs and edge you. I won’t let you come. When your punishment is over, you’re going to take me to your playroom and spend some time in Little space.”
I’m trembling, but I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to use your safeword when we do new things. I’m not worried about edging. You’ve experienced that. But restraints are new. If at any point you discover you don’t like being tied up while I torment your pussy, you will use the word red. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir, but why would I like it?” My brow is furrowed. I’m slightly confused. What keeps me from using the safeword right now?
He smiles. “I suspect you’re going to love it, sweet girl.
Why do most Littles misbehave? So they can get spanked.
Most enjoy getting spanked. But other Littles misbehave because they’re titillated by some other kind of discipline.
I can tell by the way you’re whimpering that you’re fucking turned on by the idea of me exposing you, restraining your naughty body, and teasing you over and over without letting you come. ”
“It sounds like a special kind of torture,” I murmur. I’m not kidding. I’m already hot and bothered. I love it when he touches me. I’d do anything to get him to do so. Perhaps even misbehave.
“It will be, but you’ll know pretty quickly if you hate it.
People don’t engage in BDSM because they dislike it.
They do so because they get some benefit out of it.
For masochists, it could be that they really need the release pain gives them.
For me, as a sadist, I get a similar release from topping another person. From inflicting pain on them.”
I wince. This is the crux of our problem. In the end, he needs that, and I’ll never be able to fill that void. But we’ve harped on that enough for now.
He continues. “People who enjoy age play get a rush from letting go of their adult and spending time turning that care over to another person. It can be exhausting when the Little doesn’t have a caregiver, but it’s possible.
I suspect it’s ten times more fulfilling when there’s someone to be accountable to.
As in other aspects of BDSM, lots of Littles like the release from a hard spanking.
But I’ve told you that some do not. Since we’re pretty sure you won’t enjoy impact play, we’ll need to find your currency. ”
I frown. “My currency?”
“Whatever it takes to give you what you crave. It could be attention. It could be negative attention. You might find you like to misbehave because you feel alive when I edge you without letting you come. You might discover you don’t like any sort of punishment and therefore won’t do things to earn disciplinary action. ”
“Oh.”
“One thing at a time, Lillian. Right now, we’re going to explore edging deeper than we did last night. That hardly counted since I let you come in the end.”
My lips tremble as I voice a burning concern. “You’re not going to let me come…ever?”
He smiles. “Baby, you’re never going to sleep shaking from edging without eventually getting an orgasm. I’m not that cruel.”
I blow out a relieved breath. Thank goodness.
He grins slightly demonically. “Unless, of course, we determine you like to be denied for more than a few hours. Some people do.”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
He laughs. “We’ll see.” He rises to standing and reaches for me.
When I hold out my hands, he pulls me to my feet. He kisses me sweetly before turning so he can sit on the edge of the bed. “Clothes off, naughty girl.”
“All of them?” I have no idea why I need to be argumentative. It just slips out.
“The length of time your punishment is going to last is growing by the second,” he informs me without directly answering my ridiculous question.
I kick off my shoes and quickly pull my tank top over my head before removing my skirt. I take a deep breath, hesitating in my bra and panties. White lace. Innocent.
Bryson’s gaze roams up and down my body. “Fuck, Lils. You’re so damn sexy. You have no idea.” His voice is deeper. His pupils are dilated. He rubs his palms on his thighs. He’s attracted to me. Affected by me. It gives me the strength to follow through on this striptease.
I somehow find the will to look directly at his face as I reach back to unhook my bra before letting it fall to the floor.
I shimmy out of my panties next. Goosebumps rise all over my body.
Bryson saw most of me last night, but this is different.
Today, he’s seeing every inch of my body. This is a huge first for me.
There’s a tremendous imbalance between us. I’m well-aware of it. It’s crackling in the air. He’s fully clothed, and I’m submitting so deeply to him that I’m completely vulnerable.
My nipples stiffen further by the second as I fist my hands at my sides. It’s so hard to stand in front of him and not cover myself. But it’s titillating at the same time.
I clench my thighs together. Wetness leaks out of me. Since my experience with understanding my sexuality only extends back about twenty hours, I’m nervous and uncertain. But it feels so good. I love the way my stomach is knotted and my pussy is pulsing. I want more.
“Clasp your hands behind your back, Lils,” Bryson commands in a gentle voice.
I reach back and grab one wrist with my opposite hand.
“Good girl. Spread your legs.”
I whimper as I obey him. Holy Mother of God, this is hot.
I had no idea I would like to take orders from another person.
If someone had suggested such a thing two months ago, I would have wondered what the hell they were smoking.
But here I am, a new version of myself. And I really love the heated stare coming from Bryson.
It grows hotter and penetrates deeper every time he gives me another order and I obey him.
It’s a power exchange. I get that intellectually, but this is new to me, so experiencing it is far different from reading about it online.
“You like me looking at you, don’t you, Lils?”
I nod and whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
“Some Littles stand in timeout naked and exposed because it arouses them. I bet you can understand that, can’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m learning more about myself by the second.
He leans forward, setting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together. “Lift your arms and clasp your fingers together behind your head.”
I shiver as I do so, feeling decidedly more submissive. My breasts lift. My nipples are so hard they ache. I want him to brush his fingers across them.
“I’m edging you without touching your body, sweet girl,” he points out.
He certainly is. I shift my weight from foot to foot, desperate to close my legs.
“Don’t fidget, Lillian,” Bryson commands in his very Dominant voice.
I freeze, my heart racing as my arousal grows.
“Step closer to me, but don’t break this form. Keep your feet wide, or I will punish you further.”
Shuffling toward him is awkward and embarrassing, but he knows that, and wetness is leaking down my inner thighs.
“Pull your shoulders and elbows back, sweet girl.”
I shudder as I follow his instruction. A tiny part of me thinks I should be running from the room. Telling him to go fuck himself. But a stronger part of me is winning, insisting this is the hottest moment of my life.
I flinch when he moves forward and blows on my nipple.
“You’re trembling. It feels good to obey me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I bet your pussy is soaking wet.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, embarrassed.
He reaches out and barely taps both my nipples with his pointers.
I arch my chest forward and moan. I’m shockingly close to orgasm.
I had no idea this would happen. As soon as I removed my clothes, Bryson guided me into this position.
I’m not tied to the bed. He’s not holding a vibrator between my legs.
He doesn’t need to. I’m fully turned on from stripping and having him look at me.
Bryson touches my breasts again, this time circling my nipples with his pointers, avoiding them.
A loud whimper escapes my lips. I’m close to begging, but that won’t do any good. This is a punishment. And it will certainly be effective if he leaves me like this all tied in knots.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You like me looking at you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I bet you’re desperate to come, huh?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re not the only one learning a lesson here, sweet girl. I’m learning about myself, too. It turns out the sadist in me is very pleased to torture you with my words. Who knew I could feel this power without a whip?”
I’m panting, so damn aroused it’s hard to focus.
Bryson stands and circles behind me. “I want you to climb onto the bed, now, Lillian. Right in the center. Make sure you’re close enough to the headboard that you can grab onto one of the rungs.”
Why does Simone own this type of headboard? Is it a coincidence? I assume so. She said she never had a man here. By the time she hooked up with Camden, she moved into his home immediately. That doesn’t mean she didn’t buy this bedframe with wishful thinking in mind.
There is nothing graceful about how I crawl into the center of the mattress, lower onto my back, and lift my arms above my head. There’s something so very vulnerable about having my arms raised, both standing and lying down. He knows it. That’s why he ordered me to do it.
Bryson bends down to pick something up off the floor, and I quickly realize it’s my tank top as soon as he kneels beside me.
He reaches above my head, wraps the cotton around my wrists, and ties me to the rung.
It’s not tight. I could easily get out in less than a second, but it gives me the illusion of being restrained, and that’s all I need.
Bryson moves down the bed. “Spread your legs, sweet girl. Wide. Show me that pretty pussy.”
My face flushes as I follow his directions. Now, I’m far more exposed. And so very turned on.