“Yes,” she groaned.
Jeez Louise. Was he trying to kill her?
He ran the tip of the vibrator along her lips then placed it at her clit and turned it on. She jolted with a scream. The sensation was almost too much. Her clit was already so sensitive. Swollen.
Sobs broke free as her entire body shook.
“That’s it, my girl. You need to come so badly, don’t you? Poor thing. I’m so mean to you, aren’t I? Making you wait.”
He removed the head then started to shallowly penetrate her. He thrust it in and out of her passage, pressing it further inside her with each push forward.
“Yes!” she cried out.
“But you were such a naughty girl, touching your clit without permission. Your orgasms all belong to me.” He moved the vibrator deeper inside her. She groaned. She needed the little rabbit ears to go next to her clit, to send her flying over the edge.
“Touch your clit.”
“N-now?” It was one thing to touch her clit when he couldn’t see her doing it. But his face was inches from her pussy.
He turned off the vibrator. “Now.”
His voice was deep, stern. There was no mistaking that he meant it. She moved her hand down her stomach then started to circle her clit.
“Good girl. That’s it. Now don’t come. Not yet.”
But she was so close. So close.
Then his hand landed on hers and she screamed with frustration.
“That’s it, my girl. Scream. Let me know how much you need this.”
Was this all to make her lose her mind? If so, he was succeeding. Her mind felt fractured, as though she could barely grab a thought rattling around in her head. And then she didn’t want to. Because he’d driven the vibrator in deep. The small rabbit ears vibrated against her clit. But it was the piece that pushed into her ass that really caught by surprise.
So. Darn. Good.
Then the shaft in her pussy started to roll around rather than vibrate.
And she lost her mind.
Her screams were so loud that she was grateful Ed lived out in the country, because explaining those sort of screams to the neighbors could be more than a little embarrassing.
She clenched down hard on the vibrator still moving in her pussy. It was too much . . . not enough . . . she didn’t even know . . . her entire body felt like it was on fire.
“Well, now, that was much quicker than I thought. Someone likes the rabbit vibrator.”
Liked it? Nope, she didn’t like it. She flipping loved it.
He turned it off and slid it from her pussy. She knew she was ridiculously wet, could feel it. Was it too much? Was he grossed out?
“Fuck, let’s get you clean, huh?”
And then his mouth was on her. She didn’t want her clit touched right then, but he seemed to sense that. His tongue lapped at her entrance, running over her lips. He might have been trying to clean her up, but she swore the more he licked at her, the wetter she grew.
“Ed, please. Please.”
Despite the amazing orgasm he’d just given her, she needed him inside her. Not some vibrator.
“Got to send Kiesha a thank you card for that,” she murmured.
Suddenly, he picked her up, placing her in the middle of the bed. He crouched over her and kissed her. She could taste her pleasure on his lips, it just added to her desire.
“A thank you card, huh?” he asked, his eyes dancing. “What are you going to say? Thanks for the spectacular orgasm?”
She groaned. “I said that out loud, huh? I’ve really got to get that under control.”
“So fucking cute.” He moved away and sat against the headboard.
What was he doing? He patted his thighs. “Come here.”
“Um, okay.” She rolled over and crawled towards him.
“Fuck, yes. Now that is damn sexy.” His gaze scorched her. Burning her from the inside out. Then she climbed over him, straddling him.
“Hands on my shoulders. Keep them there. You’re going to sink yourself down slowly on me, understand? If it hurts then pause and take a moment to adjust. Do not move fast.”
She bit her lip. “I’ve never done this before.”
He frowned slightly. “What? With me sitting up like this?”
“With me on top.”
“Seriously?”
She shrugged. “It’s never felt like this before. I always just figured that I was too closed off, that I didn’t have those urges like other women do.”
“There is nothing cold about you. You’re all fire. You just needed something to be the accelerant.”
Oh, did she ever. And that was exactly what he did to her. Ignited her. All of her. Not just her body. Her very soul.
He’d brought color back into her life.
He placed one hand around her hip and the other cupped the back of her head. “Slide down. That’s it. Take me nice and deep.”
She held his dick as she slipped down over the head. Oh. Fudge. He was so big. It was delicious, though. She was wet and stretched from the vibrator. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of him filling her.
A hum of joy left her lips as she drove herself down further.
“Fuck, yes. That feels so good. Shit. You look so damn hot.”
She opened her gaze to find him watching her. His gaze was intense. Hot. Finally, she had him all inside her. Pausing, she tried to calm her breathing. But it was impossible. She was completely gone.
“Ride me, my girl,” he said gruffly.
Yes. Please.
She pulled herself up, his hand around her hip helping to guide her, then moved down slowly. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to go faster. He drew her in for a drugging kiss. Then his other hand moved down to her clit, circling it, flicking it gently.
She pulled back. “I can’t.”
“Yeah. You can.”
She shook her head. “I really can’t. I’ve tried before. I can only have one orgasm.” And she was cursing that fact now. She really wanted to come with him deep inside her.
“You’ll come again.”
“I can’t.”
He moved his hand from her hip up to the back of her neck. And he squeezed gently. A warning and reassurance all at once. How did he do that? She had no idea.
But she liked it.
“You can. Because that’s what I require from you.” His look was firm. It was exactly what she needed.
She could do it. It’s what he wanted.
She moved faster. And a groan erupted from his chest, filling her with confidence. He wanted her. Desired her. She was driving him wild this time.
Even though she thought it impossible, he managed to push her need higher and higher. Her swollen clit might be sensitive, but her body didn’t care.
“That’s it. Take me. Take all of me. Fuck. Yes.” He drew her in for another kiss and she felt her orgasm grow then crest. And she went flying with a cry. Then he thrust deep, twice, three times before drawing his lips away from hers with a roar as he came.
She slumped, panting, her thighs shaking. Holy. Heck.
Then he grasped hold of her chin, making her focus on him. His face was serious, almost stern. Her breath caught. What was it? Had she done something wrong?
“Mine.” The declaration hung in the room. Like a sentence.
But one she’d happily serve for the rest of her life.
“Yours.”
32
“Daddy? I thought we were going to do some shopping?”
They’d driven up to a log cabin, set back in the woods. It was a similar setting to his place. Only it was further out of town and not as big. There was a small red barn off to the side of the house. The whole place was cute and cozy.
“It’s a surprise. Wait there while I come around and get you.”
She’d already been told off for trying to get into his truck on her own, the scolding accompanied by a sharp slap to her ass.
After opening the door, he leaned over to undo her sea
tbelt. “Might have to see about a booster seat for you.”
“I’m not that small.” Although her feet didn’t touch the bottom when sitting in his truck. “Your truck is just too big. Maybe you should consider getting something smaller. You know, like a Mini.”
Disbelief filled his face as he lifted her down out of the cab of the truck. He took hold of her hand. “A Mini? Do you seriously think I could fit in one of those?”
“Well, then at least my feet could reach the bottom when I was sitting in it.”
“Not happening. Come on. Aunt Marie will be waiting for us.” He started pulling her towards the barn.
Wait. Aunt Marie?
“The nudist?”
“Yep.”
“But . . . but . . .” Where would she look? What would she do? Her mother had never covered etiquette around meeting a nudist.
“Don’t worry, she won’t be nude today.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s Monday.”
Right, it was Monday. Of course she wouldn’t be nude on a Monday. What was she thinking?
Ed stopped. She froze and looked around. “What is it? What’s going on? Is she around?”
“Eyes on me.”
Darn it. She raised her eyes to his, knowing that she’d be in trouble if she didn’t.
He gave her a calm look. “There’s nothing to be concerned about, even if she was naked. Which she isn’t.”
She flushed, realizing that she was being an idiot. “Sorry, of course not. My mother just didn’t cover what to do if you meet someone who is naked.”
His lips twitched. “No, I guess not. But Aunt Marie is a kind person. And a business person. She doesn’t work naked in her shop.”
“Her shop? There’s a shop here?”
“Yep. Come see.” He moved his arm around her, placing his hand at the small of her back. His fingers were splayed wide, almost covering her entire back.
She shivered at the mark of possession. Branded by him.
They reached the barn doors and he knocked twice before sliding the door open and guiding her inside. Her bottom lip fell open as she took in what was inside. She’d expected some dark, dusty old barn. Instead, inside it was lined and the walls were painted white. The floor was wooden and it was surprisingly light. She looked up to find four large skylights cut into the roof.
And in the barn? Well, that was the biggest surprise of all. It looked like a children’s toy and clothing store. Except none of the clothes were small. There were adult-sized onesies and dress-up clothes. Short skirts, long socks, overalls. Colorful sweatpants and jeans. Cute dresses. Ruffled pants that she thought were adorable. Bright T-shirts. A mix of boys and girls.
Then there were rows of toys on the other side.
“What is this place?” she whispered.
“A store for Littles and their mommies and daddies. Out here are the clothes and toys. Over on the far side are things for younger Littles, cribs that are made-to-order, diapers, pacifiers. Out towards the back are more practical things. Bottles, sippy cups, cutlery. There’s also some bedding and things towards the back. However, most of that can be ordered in.”
“Why is this place here?”
“Well, I saw a need for it, that’s why and at heart I’m a businesswoman.”
She turned at the female voice. An older woman, with gorgeous silvery-white hair that curled into ringlets around her head, walked towards her. She was dressed in a long turquoise shirt, black top and black boots. She looked stylish and chic.
“Like I said, there are lots of Littles around these parts,” Ed said.
“And while everything can be ordered online,” the woman added. “Sometimes people want things instantly. And I thought it would be nice to provide a shopping experience. A safe environment where people could be themselves without judgment.” The woman looked her up and down. “Hello, I’m Aunty Marie.”
“Everyone calls her Aunty Marie,” Ed reminded her. “This is Georgie.”
“Welcome,” Aunt Marie said brightly. “What are you after? Toys? Outfits? Things for the nursery?”
Panic made her breath come in sharp pants.
This woman now knew about her. What if she told others? What if it got back to her boss? It was hard enough as a woman to do her job, the old boys club was still around. If they found out about this . . .
Why hadn’t she thought this through?
“Georgie-girl, what’s wrong? What is it? Shit, she’s panicking. Look at me. Take some deep breaths.” Ed stepped in front of her.
How had she thought this would work? She’d trusted him to keep her safe.
Shock then hurt filled his gaze. Crap. Had she said that out loud? She was guessing she had.
“Did you tell her about me?” Aunt Marie snapped at him.
“What? What do you mean? Georgie, you need to slow your breathing. You’re going to pass out.” He placed his hand lightly on the front of her neck, his fingers going to her pulse. She let him touch her this time.
Yeah, like she didn’t know that.
“Georgie, do you know why I started this shop?”
“This isn’t the time, Aunty,” Ed snapped.
Aunty Marie sent him a glare. She was a brave woman. Even though Ed wouldn’t hurt her, he wasn’t happy looking right now.
Blackness started creeping around the edges. Her legs gave way and she started to collapse. Ed grasped hold of her, picking her up. She thought about fighting him, but she didn’t have the strength.
She hated this. Hated being so weak.
He sat and tucked her up tightly in his embrace. Her panic started to ease at the feel of his arms around her.
“I wanted to provide a safe place for Littles,” Aunt Marie said, kneeling in front of her. “Where they could come without judgment. This is a safe zone. Nothing that happens here will ever be spoken about by me. I know what it’s like to be judged for my needs. I’ve been a Mommy for years.”
She was?
Safe zone?
Judgment?
“Just breathe slowly for me. I promise. No one will ever know you were here. I’d take your secret to my grave.”
She didn’t know this woman. Didn’t know that she could trust her. But there was sincerity in her gaze.
“That’s it,” Aunt Marie said. “Nice and slow.”
Gradually, her breathing started to ease. Aunt Marie’s words and the tight hold Ed had on her, helping to ground her.
“The Littles and their caregivers in this town rely on me to be discreet. They trust me. I’d never betray that. Okay?”
She managed to nod.
Aunt Marie turned her gaze up to Ed. “I can’t believe you didn’t explain this all to her before bringing her here, Edward Michael Granger.”
Ooh. Full name. Big Daddy was in trouble.
How was it possible that her Little was coming out? She could still feel the remnants of the panic attack. She was trembling, she felt ill.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Ed said.
“Language,” Aunty Marie scolded. She turned her gaze back to Georgina and her face softened. “I know that you don’t know me. But I promise, no one will know you were here.”
“S-sorry for the freak-out.”
“Don’t call it a freak-out,” Ed grumbled. She felt him press a kiss to her head. “And this is my fault, not yours. Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t think to explain. I wanted it to be a surprise and instead, I caused you to have a panic attack.”
“You d-didn’t know I’d react like that.”
“I’m going to leave you alone. Call me back when you need me.” Aunty Marie stood. “Although I do have a few suggestions if anxiety is something you need help with?”
She stiffened then let out a breath. “It is.”
Aunt Marie nodded then leaned down and whispered to Ed.
“Thanks, Aunt Marie. We’ll call you back when we’re finished.”
She gave Georgina a small smile. “Nice to meet you, sweetheart
. Have some fun now, okay?”
Fun? She wasn’t so sure after that.
But she was here now. Aunt Marie had seen her freak out. It wouldn’t make any difference if she was just to walk out without looking around.
Aunt Marie left as quietly as she’d arrived. What did she say? Should she apologize? She’d probably embarrassed him, right? Freaking out like that in front of his friend.
She took a steadying breath. She felt weak. Drained. Which often happened after an attack like this.
She leaned back to look up at him. “I’m really sorry, Ed.”
He blinked, looking surprised. Then his eyes narrowed. “And why are you sorry?”
She winced. She hated when people made her spell out what she’d done wrong. It was something her mother did all the time.
“For embarrassing you,” she whispered.
“You think you embarrassed me?”
“I had a panic attack in front of your friend. All because I thought she was going to talk about me being here. Being a Little. Kind of stupid, right?”
“Embarrassed me,” he said slowly.
She tensed. How mad was he? Whatever he said, she could take it.
Suddenly, he lifted and turned her. She yelped. Would she ever get used to how strong he was? His biceps were enormous. She could barely get two hands around him. The way he lifted her as though she weighed nothing . . . yeah, it was a turn on.
Now she was straddling his lap, her legs on either side of his thighs.
“Eyes on me.”
She looked straight up at his brown eyes. “Okay, my girl, let’s get a few things straight. I am not, nor would I ever be, embarrassed by you.”
“But I—”
He held up a finger to her lips. “Daddy is speaking. Please wait for your turn.”
It was her turn to blink in surprise. She’d never heard him sound so stern. At least, not with her. She bit her lip then realized quickly what she was doing. She straightened, giving him her calmest look.
He shook his head. “I fucking hate that look on your face.”
“W-what?”
“That look. Where you hide all your emotions. Do you think I’m going to be upset if you show that you’re unhappy or mad? If you don’t sit straight and proper? Do and say the wrong thing? What would happen if you’d laid down on the floor here and had a massive tantrum in front of Aunt Marie? I’m talking about feet kicking, hands thumping on the floor, tears and yelling.”
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