Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Eloise
My head is spinning. I think it’s going to fly off my body. And speaking of my body… Holy shit. I’m nearly hyperventilating from the idea of being spanked or reprimanded. And exposed… What’s wrong with me?
Something I didn’t even know existed is awakening in me, and it’s freaking me out. My stomach is filled with butterflies, and the place between my legs is pulsing. I have the urge to reach between my thighs and rub myself.
I’m no idiot. Even though I’ve never had sex, or even contemplated having sex, I’ve read about it. I used to watch the kids in high school in the halls. Kissing, groping, moaning.
It was sort of oddly clinical to me, and made me have questions. So I used the computer lab to look stuff up. I couldn’t watch porn or anything that graphic on a school computer, but my high school didn’t have very strict blocking procedures in place. I was surprised by how much I could pull up.
Cannon’s huge hand is rubbing my back while he waits patiently for me to process his words. Finally, he continues, “I’ve overwhelmed you.”
I shake my head.
“Yeah, that conversation went further than I anticipated. If you have any questions, ask me anything at any time. Also, Mace is setting you up with a phone, e-reader, and a computer. You’ll have them this afternoon. Then you can Google anything you want if you’re too embarrassed to ask me.”
I gape at him. He’s serious. I’ve never owned any of those items, and he speaks of them flippantly like there are ten extra computers, phones, and e-readers sitting in his office. Maybe there are.
I lick my lips. “So you want a relationship like that?”
He slides his hand up higher on my back.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Eloise.
An hour ago, I would have said I would throw away my Daddy card in a heartbeat if it meant pleasing you.
I’m irrationally enamored with you. I thought if I brought up age play and you turned up your nose, I would give it up for you. But now…”
I stiffen, not sure what he’s alluding to. “Now?”
“I should have seen the writing on the wall when you pulled all the dolls into the corner to read to them. I told myself it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Just because you were reading to dolls didn’t mean you had a Little inside you. I was wrong.”
My breath hitches. “Now you think I do?”
He smiles. “Now I know you do.”
He’s probably right, but how does he know?
He sets his hand on one of my thighs and slides it from my knee toward my… When his fingers get dangerously close to my swollen folds, I gasp and clamp my legs tighter. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He kisses me. “Why do you think Little girls break rules, angel?”
I’m panting.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His lips trail from my mouth to my ear where he whispers, “Little girls break rules because being spanked or reprimanded in other ways makes them so horny they can’t focus.” He bites down gently on my earlobe.
I flinch. My heart is racing at his suggestion. I’m not just pulsing between my legs now. Wetness is leaking out of me. I’m trembling, and a strange noise escapes my lips. I’m embarrassed.
Cannon holds my thighs tighter, his fingers so close to where I desperately want him to touch me. I’m so unfamiliar with this sensation. Why am I wet? I assume it’s normal. I’ll Google it when I get this computer. The list of things I want to look up is growing rapidly.
“Don’t panic, Eloise. What you’re feeling is normal, Little one.” His hand remains where it is.
I sort of want to beg him to touch me, but I’m panicking about the wetness. What if it’s weird?
“Deep breaths, angel.”
I’m trying, but I can’t think about anything except the pulsing and the need. And my soaked panties. “I’m wet,” I blurt out.
He kisses behind my ear. “I know.”
I breathe out a relieved breath. “Why?”
“Why are you wet? Because when you get aroused your pussy will lubricate itself. It’s supposed to happen, Little one.”
“I think I want you to touch me,” I murmur.
“I’m sure you do, but I’m not going to touch you like that right now.” He removes his hand.
I jerk my head up to look at him. “Why not?”
“Because I’ve pushed you too far today. You need time to process everything we discussed and think about it.”
“I don’t think I need to process. I need you to touch me,” I insist.
He smiles. “As much as it pains me to say this, I think you need to touch yourself. Explore your body. I get the feeling you’ve never masturbated.”
I shake my head, my cheeks heating further.
“Masturbation is a normal part of life. Now, don’t get me wrong.
There might come a day when I forbid you to touch yourself, but only because waiting for me to give you permission to orgasm is fucking arousing in and of itself.
But it would be wrong to tell you not to masturbate right now.
Do you want to lock yourself in your room and explore, angel? ”
I shake my head. “No. I want you to do it. I want you to show me how.” I grab his hand and bring it between my legs, spreading wide until his palm is pressed against my aching core.
He called it my pussy. I’ve heard that word before.
I always thought it was crude. But when Cannon uses it, he makes it sound sexy and normal.
Cannon’s jaw goes tight. “Jesus, Eloise… You’re so fucking hot and wet.”
“Make the ache go away,” I beg. There’s a need growing inside me. It’s getting bigger and bigger. I can’t fully grasp what I need, but I know I need something, and I want him to be the one to show me. “Please.”
I lean back in his arms until my head is resting on the armrest. I spread my legs wider and push my dress up. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I never imagined trusting someone enough to let them get near me, let alone touch me or see me naked.
I should be self-conscious. I’m underweight. I know it. Too skinny. But Cannon made it clear he doesn’t care what I weigh, so I’m not going to think about it now.
Feeling oddly bold, I bare my breasts to him.
“Jesus, Eloise…” His voice is gravelly. Sexy. His gaze is intense.
Suddenly, he grabs me around the waist and lifts me. For a moment, I panic, thinking he’s going to set me on my feet, turn me around, and order me to leave the room. A flash of the wrong kind of humiliation consumes me.
But that’s not what happens. Not even close. Holding me by the hips, he turns me so I’m facing him. “Straddle me, Little one.”
Gladly. I spread my legs and drop my knees on either side of his hips.
He’s so much larger than me that my legs are forced wide.
The moment my pussy presses against him, I moan and look down.
His huge girth is resting against my pussy, and I can see the thick ridge of the top of it bulging inside his jeans.
Cannon whips my dress over my head, grabs my hips again, and lifts me until my breasts are level with his mouth.
My head drops back, and all the air leaves my lungs when he wraps his lips around my nipple and gently sucks.
Holy fuck.
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. It’s the best sensation in the world. I latch onto his head, threading my fingers through his thick hair so I can hold on while he ravages me.
When he releases my nipple with a loud pop, I whimper, but I don’t need to worry. He drags his beard across my skin to treat the other nipple to the same delicious torment.
The wetness between my legs is more like a river now. Thank goodness he said it was normal for me to soak my panties. I’d be mortified by now if I hadn’t asked.
I’m writhing by the time Cannon releases my nipple and lowers me over his erection. It’s hard to form coherent thoughts.
“Rub your clit against my cock, angel,” he demands. “Take what you need.”
Before I have a chance to respond, he splays a hand on my back and crushes his lips to mine.
For a minute, I’m so consumed by the kiss that I can’t focus on anything else, but then Cannon shifts his hips, rocking his shaft against my pussy. His cock. Such crude and delicious words I’m incorporating.
I grind against him, gasping when a zing of pleasure races up my spine. I’m overwhelmed with all the sensations. Trembling as the need grows. When I can’t continue to return the kiss, I pull back, panting.
Cannon smiles at me. His hands slide around to hold me under my arms, his thumbs stroking my nipples. “That’s a good girl. Focus on your clit. Press as hard as you need to. You’re so hot, I can feel it through my jeans. So fucking wet, you’re soaking the denim.”
A strange pressure is building. I can’t contain it, and I don’t want to.
My eyes roll back as I go into my head. I picture Cannon dragging his beard between my legs, kissing me there.
It’s so filthy and naughty. I don’t even know if that’s something he would want to do.
But for some reason, it’s suddenly my fantasy.
I want to feel his beard scratching my inner thighs.
I want to ache from him rubbing my sensitive skin.
Cannon eases his hands around until he’s cupping my breasts, and then he pinches my nipples. Not hard. Just enough to make me cry out. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time.
I want things I never imagined. I want them from him. “Harder,” I beg.
He gives my nipples a tug.
“Twist them. Oh…God…”
He does as I ask, twisting and pinching while I rock against him. I close my eyes. In my mind, his face is between my legs. His beard is tickling my inner thighs. His mouth is on my clit.
Suddenly, I’m catapulted out of my body. It’s like all my cells fly apart to scatter around the room. My pussy seizes for a moment and then pulses as waves of pleasure wash through me.
Holy fuck. I think I just came. I had an orgasm. I’m still grinding against him to drag it out, though he has stopped pinching my nipples.