Chapter 27
Lillian
“What’s wrong?” I’m sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, a pale yellow cotton nightie on. And I’m in a panic because Bryson is not acting like himself. I’ve been here for three days, so my stomach is in knots from worrying. It will devastate me if he’s had a change of heart about us.
“Nothing, sweet girl,” he says without looking at me. He’s been in and out of his closet a few times.
I swallow down my fear. There’s no way I’m going to let this go. I may be Little when I want to be, and it’s fun for a few hours, but I’m not a child. I’m a grown woman. I don’t care that I’m fourteen years younger than Bryson, I won’t ever let a man treat me with kid gloves or keep things from me.
“Is it my mom?”
“No, Lils. Shit. Sorry. I forgot to tell you that I spoke to Blade this afternoon.” He finally stops at the edge of the bed, sets his palms down, and faces me. “Blade planted a woman at the country club. She eavesdropped on your mother.”
I sit taller. “And?”
“Your mother is telling people you were having a secret affair with a man and you ran off with him.”
I gasp. “Seriously?”
He nods.
For several seconds, I process this information. Finally, I smile. “That seems like a good thing, right? She’s written me off. She’s telling everyone I left town. Giving the impression I’m not coming back.”
“It would seem that way, yes.”
“That’s not what has you pacing the room and avoiding me,” I say.
He hangs his head. “No.”
“You’re scaring me, Bryson.”
With a deep breath, he meets my gaze again. “We should go to Surrender on Friday.”
I furrow my brow. “Okay. That’s not earthshattering.”
“You need to see what I normally do, Baby. I want you to see me in action.”
My heart is racing, but I’m confused. I rise onto my knees and crawl toward him as he stands. When I’m eye-to-eye with him, I set my palms on his bare chest. “You’re worried about me seeing you at the club?”
“Nervous as fuck, Lils.” His hands come to my back. “I want to be exactly what you need.”
“You are exactly what I need. That doesn’t mean you have to change who you are.
I figured we would eventually go to the club together.
I’m not ignorant about sadism. Simone says there are lots of club members who do their own thing with play partners outside of their romantic relationships.
There are Littles whose partners aren’t caregivers and masochists whose partners aren’t sadists and caregivers whose partners aren’t Little.
The list is long. I bet we can do our own thing at Surrender and come back together afterward.
You told me that it’s not sexual for you when you dominate other people. ”
He nods. “It’s not. Occasionally, over the years, it has been from time to time, but it never will be again because, at the end of the day, I’m with you. I’ll never look at another person with thoughts of having sex with them after a scene.”
I slide my hands up around his neck. “I’m not worried. I’ll go to the daycare and get to know the other Littles. Do you think I would meet another Daddy while I’m not with you and suddenly decide I don’t want you anymore?”
He gives me the oddest, most quizzical look. “No.”
“I feel the same way about you. A Daddy might be in the daycare barking out orders. It won’t cause my panties to get wet. And you can flog or cane or whip whoever you want in the main room. I trust that your cock won’t get hard.” I blush as I speak.
Bryson yanks me against him and sets his forehead against mine. “How did you get so smart?”
I shrug.
“I love you.”
“I love you back. So that’s what’s been bothering you this evening? You couldn’t figure out how to tell me you want to go to Surrender?”
“Yeah. Sounds stupid now.”
I chuckle. “You’re not worried about my damn mother spreading weird lies about me, but you’re nervous about taking me to Surrender because you’re afraid I can’t handle watching you flog some other woman.”
He grimaces. “You want to watch?”
“I might. Would you rather I didn’t?”
He draws in a deep breath. “No. I’d rather you did, to be honest. I’d like to know you’re okay with how I play.”
“I’m aware of what you do. I know it’s a part of you.
I’ll never try to change you or ask you not to do something that’s part of who you are, Bryson.
We aren’t perfectly aligned when it comes to our kink preferences, but we’re going to navigate this together because we love each other.
It’s scary because we haven’t faced it yet.
But we’ll do that on Friday night. Then you can stop fretting. Okay?”
He growls as he lifts me off my knees and kisses me. “My girlfriend is so fucking smart.”
I giggle. “She’s realistic.”
He kisses me again before lowering me to the bed. “You make me so fucking hard when you wear these nighties,” he murmurs.
“That’s why I wear them. You said I was smart.”
“A smart-ass, too. I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge around here.”
“Do you now…” I bat my eyes at him and reach my hands up to cup my breasts, tormenting him.
He grabs the hem of my nightie, yanks it over my head, and tosses it to the floor before climbing over me and causing us both to topple onto the mattress. His lips are on mine in seconds, his hand gripping my cheek.
I’m already moaning when he lifts up, grabs my hands, and hauls them over my head. Holding my wrists with one hand, he stares down at me.
Breathing heavily, I hold his gaze. I’m so aroused that I can’t speak. I get like this when he pins me down. Every time. Especially when he looks at me like he is now, not touching me. He drops onto a hip next to me and lowers his gaze to my chest.
“Spread your legs, Baby.” His voice is low and seductive.
I lift one knee and let it fall open, trembling with need. It’s embarrassing how wet I am less than thirty seconds after he pulled my nightie off.
Bryson trails a finger between my breasts, grazing it down to my belly button and then lower.
“Were you a good girl today, Lils?”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you think you deserve to come?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He dances that maddening finger down to my inner thigh. “So wet.”
I inhale sharply.
“If I touch your clit, you’ll come, won’t you, Baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. We’ve proven this a few times. All he has to do is restrain me and I easily slide out of my body. The intensity in his gaze drives me into a state I cannot explain. I don’t need to. He understands now. And he has told me he will never leave me hanging like this.
“I’m going to thrust my finger into you, and you’re going to come for me, Lils.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m already pulsing in anticipation.
He lifts his head and smiles. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
In a heartbeat, his finger drives into me, making me cry out as my orgasm hits me. It’s so powerful. The intensity makes my eyes roll back in my head. I spin out of control like I’m on the fastest roller coaster on Earth, spiraling downward with so much velocity that my vision blurs.
My orgasm leaves me shaking, and Bryson quickly shrugs out of his boxers, hovers over me, and lodges at my entrance. “You’re so beautiful, Lillian. Give me another one.” He thrusts into me.
I grab his ass, hold on tight, and moan as he pushes me right back up the cliff with his cock. It only takes a few thrusts for me to orgasm again.
The waves of my release slowly ease, and then I’m able to focus on my man, bucking and angling my hips the way he likes until he comes.
As usual, I wrap my legs around him to keep him inside me. I don’t care about the weight. I just like to luxuriate in the feel of him thick and hard in my pussy for as long as possible before he pulls out.
When he eventually rises above me, he looks down at me, smiling. “I’ve got something for you.”
My brow furrows. “What is it?”
“You’ll have to see.” He slides off the edge of the bed. “Don’t move.” His gaze lowers to my open legs. “There is no better vision than watching my come seep out of you, Baby,” he murmurs.
I flush as I always do when he talks to me like that. His gaze is enough to make me squirm even after two orgasms, but finally, he turns to the side, opens the drawer on the nightstand, and pulls out a pouch.
When he climbs back between my legs, he’s on his knees. I love that he’s so comfortable with his body that he doesn’t even put underwear on. His cock is gorgeous. I like looking at it as much as he likes looking at me.
I shift my attention to the pouch as he opens it. It’s a deep purple color and looks like it came from someplace expensive. It’s too small to be a sex toy. At least, I think so. Maybe jewelry, but why would he buy me jewelry?
Sure enough, he removes a small matching purple box from the pouch, opens it, and tips it so I can see.
I gasp as my gaze lands on a gold necklace with a heart pendant. There are words on the pendant, but I can’t read them yet because it’s too small and the charm is spinning.
I push to sitting, my legs still straddling Bryson. “You got me a necklace?” I whisper.
He takes it out of the box, sets the locket in his palm, and holds it out for me. “Your fingers always come to your neck, so I thought you needed something to replace your pearls.”
My breath hitches as I read the inscription. Eyes on Daddy. My hand comes to my neck where that heart will rest when he puts it on me. Tears well in my eyes at his thoughtfulness. As I swipe them away, I sniffle.
He clears his throat. “I can’t tell you how long I deliberated over the inscription.
I wasn’t sure if you’d want to wear something so blatantly kinky in public, and I’ll understand if you don’t.
You can wear this at home, at Surrender, or when you visit Simone.
I’ll get you something else for when we—”
I reach up and cover his mouth with my hand, shaking my head. “It’s perfect. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever bought me. I’m never taking it off. I don’t care what anyone thinks.”
Bryson’s hands shake as he unclasps the chain and reaches around my neck.
I pull my hair out of the way and tip my head forward.
As soon as the necklace is clasped, I feel the slight weight of it. It calms me. Maybe that’s ridiculous. It’s just a necklace. But it’s so much more than that.
I scramble onto my knees and wrap my arms around him, pressing my body along his before I kiss all over his face. “Thank you, Daddy. If you don’t stop spoiling me, I might become one of those naughty Littles who expects toys and new crayons every week,” I joke.
He gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. “I’m always going to spoil you, Lils. It’s what Daddies do. But I don’t think a few vibrators and a necklace can be considered spoiling.”
I shake my head. “I was kidding about the crayons and toys. It’s not the material items that count.
It’s the way you treat me. It’s how you hold and touch me.
How you like to feed me and drive me where I need to go.
It’s dragging me to the middle of the bed so you can snuggle me.
It’s hiring people to make sure my mother isn’t coming after me.
It’s caring about my sister and making sure I spend time with her.
It’s so many things. I’m a very spoiled Little girl. ”
Daddy swallows hard before he kisses me deeply. When he pulls back, he searches my gaze. “I meant what I said about getting you another necklace for when we go out. You won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t want to wear this one in public.”
“And I meant what I said, too. I’ll wear it with pride. It’s not coming off.”
Daddy grabs my face and kisses me senseless again before we tumble back onto the bed. His knee comes between my legs and presses against my clit. That’s all it takes for my eyes to roll back. Apparently, we’re going for another round.
I’m not complaining.