Chapter 10
Bryson
Fuck me. I try to control my own shaking so Lillian won’t know how fiercely she has affected me. It’s difficult. I’m humbled by her submission. I know she doesn’t understand what she gifted me, but it was huge.
She gave me her trust. She gave me her first orgasm. She obeyed me like a seasoned submissive instead of someone who barely understands what it means to obey a Dom.
Nothing has ever felt better than having her wrapped in my arms while I help her come down from her high.
“I feel weird,” she whispers.
“That’s normal, baby. It happens after an intense scene.”
“Scene?”
I kiss her neck. “Yes, sweet girl. It was a scene. You misbehaved at Camden’s, and I disciplined you. I told you punishment doesn’t always have to look like something painful. Punishment can be doled out from a sadistic Dom who drags you to the edge of orgasm without letting you come.”
“I thought I was going to explode,” she says.
“That’s the idea. Now you’ve had your first orgasm, the intensity will be much worse the next time you decide you want me to edge you.”
“Why on Earth would I want you to do that again?”
“I don’t know, naughty girl. I’ve never understood the inner workings of a Little’s mind.
Most may not realize it, but Littles have a bit of a masochistic streak in them.
Even though a lot of Daddy Doms don’t do much more than spank as far as pain is concerned, Littles like to push their boundaries with great frequency, so logic would have it they enjoy being disciplined.
Some like the sharp sting from a spanking.
Some like to be humiliated by standing in the corner holding their dresses above their naked bottoms.”
I kiss her behind the ear and whisper, “Some naughty Little girls will intentionally break the rules, knowing their Daddy will strip them naked, restrain them, and tease their nipples and pussies until they can’t see straight. Do you know anyone like that?” I joke.
She shudders in my arms. “I’m never going to misbehave again.”
I laugh. “I suspect you will.”
I let her think for a few minutes. Finally she says, “You’re not a Daddy.”
She’s so insightful.
“Maybe I have a nurturing side after all.” I hate to make a big deal of this. I’m still wrapping my head around everything. I can’t explain my behavior or why I find myself falling so hard for someone who is obviously Little. It makes no sense to me. And yet, here we are.
Lillian is Little, and I’m Daddying the fuck out of her. I even brought her a sippy cup. It felt completely natural. I didn’t even hesitate.
After pushing her hair away from her temple, I lean over and kiss her cheek. She smells so good, and her hair is so soft against my face. “I can’t predict the future, Lillian, but I would like you to give me a chance to be what you need.”
She twists her head around and then flattens onto her back beside me so she can look me in the eyes. All the lights are still on, so we aren’t hindered by darkness. “What about what you need?” My sweet girl is so smart.
“I don’t know everything, but I do know that I just dominated the fuck out of you, and I feel like a million bucks.
Maybe I don’t need more.” I have no idea if what I’m saying is true.
The thought of giving up canes and whips makes me feel queasy, but the thought of letting Lillian get away brings actual bile to my throat.
She narrows her gaze. “Even if you did get a sadistic fix out of edging me, that only works if I’m willing to do naughty things to provoke you.”
“True. I have as many concerns as you do, Lils. Believe me. Do you want me to walk out your door and never look back?”
She gasps. “No.”
“I don’t want that either, so all we can do is take things one day at a time. I have a proposal.”
She chews on her bottom lip, and her brows lift.
“How about I attempt to take on a more Daddyish role, and we see what happens.”
“Daddyish how?”
“I know Littles like rules. Simone and Natasha definitely have them. I bet you’re jealous they have someone they’re accountable to.” My turn to lift a brow in question.
Her cheeks pinken.
I can’t resist kissing her full lips, causing her to release the bottom one from between her teeth. “I know you follow most of the rules when you’re at Simone’s house, but I bet you’d like to have your own that you obey because I asked you to.”
“Like what?”
I slip my hand down the front of her, loving the way she gasps when I cup her pussy. “Let’s start with this pussy. That was your first orgasm, right?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Bet you’d like to do that again.”
The pink on her cheeks turns to a deep red.
“First rule, you don’t touch your pussy without permission.”
She gasps adorably.
I nod. “Tomorrow, we’re going to a fetish shop. I’ll buy you a variety of toys. You may keep them here, but you may only use them when you ask first.”
Her mouth falls open.
I smile triumphantly. “I’ll warn you now, when I let you play with your pussy, I will insist on watching or listening. My choice. You won’t touch yourself unless I’m on the phone.” I stroke over her folds.
She arches her bottom off the bed and grabs my hand. “Bryson…”
“Are we in agreement?” I hold her down with my palm, not relenting.
She squirms hard, her fingers digging into my forearm. “Okay, okay.”
I ease up on the pressure. “Okay, what, Little girl?”
“Okay, I won’t touch myself without permission.”
“Good girl. See? Negotiation is so fun.”
“Negotiation?” Her voice rises an octave. “I think you need a dictionary. That was not the definition of negotiation. That would imply two people discussing a topic and coming to an agreement. What you did was coercion.” She’s still pressing against my arm and wiggling.
I stroke through her folds over the cotton again. “Mmm. I guess you have a point. Let me rephrase that. I’ll take you to the store and buy you an assortment of vibrators if you agree to not touch them without asking permission and letting me watch or listen.”
She stares at me for several seconds before giggling. “You sound like Camden.”
“I guess I have a Daddy in me somewhere then.” I grin. “Are we in agreement?” I push.
She sighs. “I guess.”
I pat her pussy. “I’m going to go home. You need to go potty and put on dry panties.”
“So bossy…” she grumbles.
Fuck. Maybe I can Daddy this sweet girl. “You haven’t seen bossy yet, Lils. I’m just getting started. So far, you only have one rule. I bet I can come up with a long list.” I hate to release her, but I do so.
After climbing out of her bed, I turn around in a slow circle, tapping my lips and looking at the corners of the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” she asks skeptically, her voice cracking.
“I’m wondering which corner of this room is the best place to put a camera so I can make sure you don’t disobey me.”
She gasps. “You can’t put cameras in my bedroom.” She jerks the covers back and slides off the edge of the bed. “Bryson…”
I chuckle and put my hands on my hips. “Lots of Littles have cameras in their rooms, baby. I know for a fact that Natasha does. I’ve heard Jameson remind her of their existence.
It’s not even a Daddy thing. Doms can be pretty strict about letting their subs masturbate.
I’m certain you’re a terrible liar, so all I’d have to do is ask you if you touched yourself, and you’d be unable to fib.
But cameras are fun. They keep a submissive always wondering if they’re being watched. ”
She looks toward the corner I’m staring at. Her entire body shudders before she spins and heads for her bathroom.
I grin as soon as she shuts the door. Seriously, this Daddy thing might not be so bad. It’s not like I don’t know how to Daddy someone. I’ve seen plenty of examples. I have numerous friends who are Daddies. I just never saw myself in the role.
Littles sometimes get hauled out of the daycare at Surrender and marched into the main room to be strapped down and struck with an implement. It’s not unheard of. Most of the Littles I know prefer to stick to spanking for intentional infractions.
In my area of the club, I usually dominate submissives who ask for what they want.
It’s specific. They don’t have to do anything to earn it.
They may have their own standards and feel the need to be punished for not living up to those expectations, but I’m not the one who makes those rules. They do.
Submissives may or may not tell me why they want me to strike them with any number of implements. I’m happy to listen if they want to tell me, but they might also just sign up for a timeslot.
Negotiation is critical for a sadist, but it’s even more critical for a masochist. I will not add to anything that’s negotiated before a scene. Subtracting is fine if the masochist changes their mind, but adding is a huge no-no.
Though I made that clear to Lillian before we entered her apartment the first time, I’m starting to realize negotiation is a bit more fluid among the Daddy/Little crowd. Perhaps because we’re dealing with far less dangerous implements.
It’s one thing to discuss using a cane or a whip or a crop and whether or not the sub wants bruises. It’s another thing to discuss soft swats to the bottom for misbehaviors when it’s already been established many times whether or not the sub can tolerate such a thing.
I won’t need to reevaluate spanking with Lillian unless she wants to try it again down the road. If I were to stand her in the corner and later found her panties soaked from a timeout, we wouldn’t need to discuss it the next time. I’d just point toward the corner and expect compliance.
This is not my comfort zone, but I’m learning.
I should probably ask Camden dozens of questions before I continue on this unexpected path.
After all, he asked me to help him with Simone’s deep need for release after a hard spanking.
I bet he’d be willing to talk to me about Lillian’s completely different situation.
When Lillian comes out of the bathroom, she marches past me toward her dresser, yanks it open, and pulls out a clean pair of panties.
It’s nearly comical watching her glare at me while she steps into them. She doesn’t attempt to keep me from seeing her pussy as she pulls them over her hips. As I suspected, she’s completely shaved.
My cock jumps to attention. I do like a bare pussy. Doesn’t have anything to do with her being Little. It’s just sexy as fuck.
Lillian puts her hands on her hips. “Happy?”
I raise my brows clear to the ceiling. “What exactly are you referring to? Am I happy you obeyed me? Am I pleased that you’ve pulled out the sassiest attitude on the face of the Earth? Or are you wondering if I like the way you stomped around as though you were having a full-on tantrum?”
She winces and then bites down hard on her bottom lip.
I give her a slow smile. “Lillian, yes, I’m fucking happy.
For all of those reasons. I don’t have a fucking clue what to do with you because I have no experience with naughty Little girls who are sassy and cop an attitude, but trust me when I say I will research this and be more prepared next time I see you. ”
She cocks out a hip and sets her hand on it, shocking me with even more sass. “By tomorrow?”
I chuckle. “Yes, naughty girl. By tomorrow.” I point toward her bed. “Get in. I’ll tuck the covers around you and turn off the lights on my way out.”
She drops the attitude—which was completely fake anyway—and climbs into bed.
I pull the covers over her, kiss her on the lips, and step back quickly. If I let myself, I’ll end up carried away, and this little imp will talk me into staying overnight. That’s a terrible idea. I need to go home and come back armed better tomorrow.
Because here’s the truth: challenge accepted.