“No.”
“That’s going to earn you some punishment isn’t it?” He gave the inside of her thighs two hard smacks each. Smacks that had her crying out in shock at the pain. And the pleasure.
“Now keep your legs there. I say when you get to move.” He kissed the shell of her ear. “Just like I get to say when you come. Just so you know, there is no coming without my permission. If I ever discover that you’ve disobeyed me, I’m going to tie you to my bed and bring you to the point of orgasm again and again without letting you come. Then the next day, you’ll wear a clit tickler. Only I’ll have the remote so I decide when you come and when you don’t. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The sir slipped out, but he didn’t correct her.
“Good girl. But for tonight, you can come as often as you want.”
“I’ll only come once.”
“Sorry?”
She squirmed, feeling embarrassed. “I’ve never been able to come more than once in one session. I can’t.”
“Oh, baby. Don’t you know better than to throw down a challenge like that when I’m trying to be good?” he crooned.
This was him trying to be good?
Wait. What did he mean by a challenge? That wasn’t a challenge.
“Now, I’m always going to make sure that you come several times.”
She shook her head. No way.
“Yes.” He reached up and grabbed her chin, turning her face around so he could kiss her. The angle was a bit awkward, but that didn’t stop her body from turning to goo.
“Back to watching the movie.” He moved both hands down to her pussy. “Place your legs over the arms of the recliner.”
She moved them so she was spread obscenely wide. Who knew this was where her day was going to end up when she’d woken up this morning?
Not her.
“Tell me,” he asked as he flicked at her clit while circling her entrance. “Have you ever played with your bottom hole while you made yourself come?”
Oh God.
“O-once.”
“Only once.” The finger at her clit began to move faster. She was growing closer and closer to that peak. “Didn’t you like it?”
“It was weird.”
“Hmm, weird good or weird bad?”
“I . . . I don’t know.” One finger thrust very shallowly into her pussy, not pushing against the barrier of her hymen. Another finger joined that one, stretching her. “Good, but wrong at the same time.”
“I get it. But if it brings pleasure and it doesn’t hurt anyone, then how can it be bad?”
She’d often wondered if her desire to be Little was weird or wrong. She wasn’t hurting anyone though. And even though she hadn’t been convinced that people really lived like this, she knew she wasn’t the only one who liked to read about it. CJ Bennett’s books did well enough to prove that people enjoyed age play stories.
Now it seemed that people really did live like this. She wondered again if Abby was a Little. And what about the other women who lived on the ranch? Maybe he wasn’t ready to tell her yet. It made sense that they would guard their privacy.
“You are so gorgeous. So sexy. So hot. My girl.”
“Oh. Ohhh.” It was enough to send her over the edge. She shuddered in his arms as he held her tight. He patted her clit gently, bringing her down slowly.
“That feel good?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She slumped against him. Exhausted. Sated. She was going to sleep well tonight.
“Good. Then it’s time for round two.”
Oh hell.
20
Marisol laid her head back against Linc’s chest.
Three. Three orgasms.
She’d never had three orgasms in a day. Never mind one after the other like that.
Linc turned her so her back was cradled by his right arm. His other hand lay possessively at the top of her thigh.
“How you feeling, Mari-girl?”
“Like I’ll never walk again.” Suddenly it was too much effort to even hold her head up. She let it flop against his chest, her eyes drifting halfway closed. She’d never felt so relaxed. It was like everything going on in her head, all the voices whispering doubts and fears, had closed up shop for the night.
“It’s so peaceful,” she whispered.
“What’s that?” he asked quietly
“In my head. It’s so quiet. It’s never been so quiet. I’m always thinking about something. But right now, I feel like I could just drift off.”
“Good. That’s what I want for you. I want to be that safe place where you can just be you. Where you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen. Or what you have to do or say. Because you can give that all to me. Just let it all go. Just be.”
She let out a contented sigh, burying her face into his chest. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. It was my pleasure. You’ll find Little space like that too. Once you trust me enough to let go and fully show me your Little. No, don’t tense up. Not saying you have to do that right now. We have time. You’re not going anywhere.”
Marisol let it sink in that she really didn’t have to go anywhere. He wanted her here.
“Right now, though, it’s time for my Little girl to go to bed. Especially since she didn’t rest properly like Daddy told her to,” he lightly scolded. He tilted her towards him and rubbed her bottom cheek lightly. A warning. “Tomorrow we’ll discuss those rules.”
She wiggled at the thought. He groaned, and she stilled as his hard cock pressed against her thigh. “Jesus, baby. Keep moving like that and I’m going to do something I haven’t done since I was a teenager and come in my pants.”
“Linc!”
“What?” He gave her a devilish grin. “It’s just the truth. Playing with your sweet pussy, touching those luscious breasts, listening to those moans and whimpers as I pleasured you, I’m surprised I haven’t come already.”
He stood with her in his arms. Shit, he was strong. She tried to reach for the bottom of her T-shirt to pull it over her bare ass.
“Linc!”
“What do you call me?” he asked her.
“Daddy.”
“That’s right. In these walls, I’m Daddy. Or Sir if you’re more comfortable calling me that while we’re playing around.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, to let her know what kind of play he was talking about.
Like she hadn’t gotten it already.
“Outside these walls, you can call me Linc. If that’s what you want.”
He strode towards his bedroom and set her down on his bed. She’d peeked in here earlier. It was neat as a pin. A king-sized bed with a wooden slat headboard. Plain, dark-blue cover. Two wooden nightstands and one dresser.
“There’s two spare drawers in the dresser for you. Your side of the bed is the one closest to the wall.” He pointed at her side of the bed. “It’s safer for you.”
Mr. Protective strikes again. It filled her with warmth. He was so caring.
“There’s plenty of room in the closet, once we get you some more clothes.”
“Okay,” she said, her mind spinning.