“Please. Please.”
She tried to put her legs together, but he grabbed hold of her thighs.
“Naughty girl, were you given permission to close your legs?”
“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?
Wai
t. 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.