It’s intentional. I would be horribly distracted if I could watch her on that beanbag chair. I’m already distracted just picturing it, wondering how she has arranged her dress around her legs. How much of her thighs would I see if I stepped into the room? Would I get a glimpse of her panties?
I take a deep breath as my mind wanders to my past. I’ve played with littles before. Role-played. For an hour or two. Several different women and even a few men. About half of them included sexual feelings in their role. The other half simply liked to slide into an age where they’re comfortable and don’t associate age play with sex.
It could have gone either way with Lucy.
No. That’s not true. I watched her for five days. It couldn’t have gone another way. She was clearly aroused when she watched littles play. Well, not the babies, but the older age players.
I knew. And now it’s confirmed. In addition, the dynamic is smooth. I’m pleased. Ecstatic actually.
I take a few hours to get some actual work done and then I push from my chair and head to check on her. I haven’t heard a peep from the other room.
As I approach, my throat catches. Lucy is curled on her side on her beanbag chair fast asleep. The book has fallen to the floor. Her hands are clasped together under her face. Her dress has risen up to reveal her panties. Almost entirely.
I stare at her perfect bottom for a moment, wanting to run my hands over it. Wanting to strip those panties down her sweet little legs and bury my face between her thighs. That would wake her up.
Instead I kneel beside her and stroke my hand over her hip and then her arm.
She moans slightly in her sleep and then rolls toward me. Her eyes pop open, and she glances around before they widen. “I fell asleep,” she exclaims.
I smile. “I see that. Were you awake too late last night?”
She pushes partially upright, smoothing her hands down her dress to cover her panties. The hem was bunched up nearly to her waist. “No, Sir. I don’t think so. I guess I was too comfortable here.”
“Apparently.” I cup her face and hold her gaze. “I don’t want you staying up late at night. You need your rest.”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I fight the urge to grin. I’m certain any trouble she had falling asleep was my fault for leaving her hot and bothered. It probably took her a long while to control her body so she could rest. I know it took me hours after leaving her with her scent on my fingers and the vision of her coming apart in my mind.
My hand is on her thigh. I have a constant need to touch her. It’s getting worse. When she’s near me, I want my hands on her. She doesn’t seem to mind. She has never flinched or pulled away.
In fact, as I’m staring at my hand on her leg, she sets her smaller one on top of mine. “Your hands are so big,” she tells me.
I chuckle and then a crazy sudden urge overtakes me. I grab her small hand with my free one, circle her wrist, capture the other hand in the same grip, and pull them over her head. Before she has any idea what I’m thinking, I reach for her waist and tickle her.
Her eyes go wide with shock and she squirms wildly, laughing as she tries to escape my fingers. I tickle her mercilessly, up and down her sides and across her belly.
Her tits jiggle as she struggles to escape. Her dress rides up above her panties, revealing the little purple bow at the top. She digs her feet into the floor, her knees jerking around until I begin to fear for my safety.
I plant one knee between her legs, trapping her while she continues to giggle and squirm. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Sir…” She can’t catch her breath.
Finally, I stop, flattening my palm on her belly to hold her steady. I don’t release her wrists. “You awake now?” I tease.
“Yes, Sir.” She stares at me, breathing heavily. Her face is beet red. Tears have escaped her eyes to run toward her braids. Her chest rises and falls, and I lower my gaze to watch as her nipples stiffen. I love how damn lovely her tits are. Perfection.
She squirms again. “Sir…” The word is breathy, and she’s gripping my thigh between her knees. She’s aroused.
I lower my hand to her panties, set my palm flat on her pubic bone above her clit, and stroke my fingers over her cotton-covered pussy.
She moans as her head falls back.
She is soaked. Clean through the cotton.
I stroke her again, dragging my finger across her lower lips and then over her clit.
She tugs on her arms, but I grip them tighter. “Don’t fight me, blossom.”
She stops her struggle and blinks up at me.
“Just relax into the beanbag. Let me make you feel good.”
She swallows, nodding.
I want to make her come without touching her directly, and I know I can. She’s that aroused.
She stares at me while I drive her crazy with one finger, over and over between her soaked mons and across her clit. I can feel the swollen bundle of nerves that is no longer hidden by the hood but pressed against her cotton panties.
When she whimpers, her eyes glazing over, I remove my hand and tug her dress up over her tits. I want to see them. I want to watch them rise and fall while I make her come. The rosy pink tips are so hard.
She’s squirming again.
“Stay still, little blossom,” I command. “If you can stay really still for me, I’ll make you feel good.”
She bites her bottom lip. I know it’s hard for her. I can see how much effort it takes in the set of her jaw and how stiff her neck is. Her eyes are wild.
I pinch a nipple, making her drop her lip and moan. While her mouth is hanging open, I pinch the other one. The matching set is now even more distended. I blow across them as I lower my hand back to her pussy, settling it in the same location, using just the one maddening finger to drive her to new heights.
She’s so damn wet. It makes me rock hard. I love knowing what I can do to her.
I pick up my pace, flicking my finger over her clit rapidly.
She gasps, her mouth falling open.
I keep up the pace, working her little clitty to a frenzy, watching her expression so that I know the exact moment when she can’t hold back anymore.
She cries out as she comes, her pussy pulsing hard against my touch.
I continue to flick her until the pulses slow, and then I flatten my palm to cup her pussy. Warm. Wet. Greedy.
Like last night, she sucks in a long breath and then goes limp. Her eyes close and she turns her head to one side. Embarrassed? Adorable.
I release her wrists, stroke her forehead with my fingers, and then bend down and plant a soft kiss on her lips. It’s the first time I’ve kissed her on the mouth.
She turns toward me, kissing me back. It’s a sweet kiss. Chaste. Perfect.
When I draw back, it’s with great reluctance. I know myself though. If I were to keep kissing her, I would end up mauling her, and I don’t want that yet.
Finally, I rise to my knees and then to my feet, still squatting next to her. I reach for her dress and gently pull it down over her tits.
She shivers and grabs the material to tug it as low as she can, lifting her bottom to get under it. Her sudden modesty is cute.
I stand and reach out a hand. When she takes it, I pull her to her feet. I can’t resist hauling her into my arms and hugging her tight. Her head is under my chin. I’ve never felt so good in my life.
I give a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening to not let this bubble burst.
Lucy is mine.
I’ll do anything to make sure she remains happy and carefree.
Chapter 35
Lucy
* * *
I’m a ball of nerves during lunch. Frazzled from what Master Roman just did to me. My legs are jelly. My belly is flipping around. My panties are soaked. Beyond soaked. When I sit at the table, my skirt not long enough to tuck under me, I worry I’ll leave a wet spot.
Maybe Evelyn knows this. Maybe s
he’s used to it. Maybe Master Roman has had other girls here before. I lose my appetite before taking a bite, worrying that I’m not the first, worrying about how long he usually keeps his littles, worrying about what I might do when he’s done with me. How will I go on with my life?
“Eat your lunch, sweetie,” Evelyn states from across the room.
I flinch and pick up my fork. I haven’t even looked at the plate yet. I smirk. Chicken nuggets and fries. A little cup of ketchup is next to my plate. I set the fork down and use my fingers, hoping no one expects me to eat with a knife and fork. A bowl of applesauce sits next to my glass of water.
After forcing myself to take the first bite, chew, and swallow, I gain my appetite. I’ve learned this trick. It’s not the first time I’ve sat down at this table with no ability to swallow.
I manage to eat everything, grateful once again that Evelyn is spot on, always providing me with the exact right amount of food. I hear Master Roman’s voice as he enters the kitchen. Nancy is with him. She heads to the island and hands Evelyn a folder. “I printed those recipes you were looking for.”
“Thank you.” Evelyn sets the file on the counter.
Master Roman saunters closer to me. I watch him. His face is unreadable, but he is up to something. Finally, he speaks to the room at large. “Lucy is going to start taking a nap after lunch. She’s not getting enough sleep at night. I’ll see her upstairs today. Nancy, will you wake her in an hour?”
“Of course, sir.” Nancy nods.
I’m frozen. Mortified. I feel ridiculous. A nap? I don’t need a nap. I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Especially since I just slept half the morning on the beanbag. He’s making a point.
He reaches my side and sets a hand on my head, ruffling it. “You finished eating, blossom?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
He lifts a brow.
I clear my throat this time. “I’m finished, Sir,” I say in a slightly louder, squeaky voice.
He steps back, making room for me to rise.
I do so slowly, reluctantly, feeling like I’ve been chastised in front of everyone. I stack up my dishes and carry them to the sink, setting them in gently.
Evelyn smiles at me warmly. “Have a nice nap, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll feel better if you get some rest.”
I nod at her and dip my face as I follow Master Roman from the room. His enormous form looms ahead of me as I rush to keep up on the way down the hall and then up the back stairs.
When we reach my room, he opens the door and lifts his arm for me to pass under it. He shuts the door. “Do you need to go potty first?”
I flush a deep red and shake my head. “No, Sir.”
He heads over to my bed, pulls the covers back, and turns toward me. I haven’t moved. “Lucy, don’t make a big deal out of this. Lots of little girls need naps. You’ll feel refreshed afterward.”
“I slept all morning.” I try not to whine. I’m embarrassed that he told Nancy and Evelyn I haven’t been getting enough sleep. What must they think I’ve been doing in my room for eight hours a night?
“Lucy.” His tone is sharp. I’ve pushed his buttons.
I rush over to him. Why am I arguing? The embarrassing part is done. All I have to do is lie in bed for an hour.
“Take off your shoes, blossom.” His voice is softer now.
I bend and remove them.
When I stand, he grabs the hem of my dress. “Arms up.”
It takes a second for his intention to register, and I’m shaking as I lift my arms for him to pull my dress over my head. He turns and drapes it over the chair, leaving me in my little girl panties and socks. “We don’t want your dress to wrinkle while you nap, do we?”
It’s not a question. I fight the urge to cover my breasts. There are times when I long to be naked with him. Now is not one of them.
He holds the covers up. “Climb in.”
I crawl onto the bed and lie on my back.
He tucks the comforter under my chin and then sits on the side of the bed, stroking my thigh. “You’re not in trouble, blossom. I’m just taking my cue from you. If you can’t stay awake with eight hours of sleep, then you need more. You’ll take a nap after lunch for the rest of the week. If you seem to be more awake, we can renegotiate.
“I don’t have time to tuck you in and wake you up in the middle of the day, though. Just this once. Nancy will see you to your room. I’ll expect you to set your clothes carefully on the chair and nap in your panties so your clothes don’t wrinkle. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is weak.
“Good girl.” He pats my leg and then stands. “Nancy will stick her head in when you’re allowed to get up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He bends down and kisses my forehead, and then he leaves.
I stare at the door for a moment, and then the light goes out. The room is not completely dark, though, because it’s the middle of the day. Sunlight seeps in through the shutters. I can still see.
I close my eyes and steady my breathing. I should definitely read the books Master Roman has on meditation. I should probably not read while sitting on that beanbag chair. Not unless I want to be sent to my room for a nap for the rest of my life.
Resigned, I roll to my side and snuggle in. It’s weird not having a shirt on. I think my naked boobs feel stranger than my naked bottom at night. Odd how I’m expected to sleep without panties at night and only in panties in the day.
If nothing else, at least I have a reprieve from submission. It’s stressful. Everything I do all day keeps me on edge, making me think. Worry. Ponder. Maybe a nap is a good idea…
Chapter 36
Lucy
* * *
I can’t believe I actually slept. I might have spent half the time with my mind wandering, but I did fall asleep. Nancy pulled me out of my rest with a knock at the door.
I spent a few minutes using the bathroom and putting my clothes back on, and now I’m standing in front of Master Roman. I have a concern. It was the last thought I had before I fell asleep and the first thought when I woke up.
“You look rested, blossom,” he states as he pushes his chair back and motions for me to join him on his side of the desk.
I do, and then I take a deep breath. “I haven’t done any work for you for two days, Sir.”
He smiles and pulls me between his legs, his hand landing on my bottom under my skirt. He brushes a loose hair away from my face. “Don’t worry about work right now. It’s more important that you find yourself and settle in.”
“But it will pile up. You didn’t hire me to be your little girl. You hired me to be your assistant.” My lip is trembling. I’m worried. He doesn’t know how worried I am about this situation.
He hesitates, glancing away oddly for a moment. I don’t understand, but then he speaks, his face too…controlled. “I don’t want you to worry about the job, blossom. Let’s give this new role some time. You can take things slow. If it turns out we decide it’s not reasonable for you to be my assistant, I’ll hire someone else.”
I flinch, sucking in a sharp breath and then wrapping my arms around my middle. I don’t even care what that does to my breasts or that my dress rises too high and my panties are visible underneath.
“What’s the matter, blossom?” He rubs my bottom with his palm. His expression is filled with concern.
I watch his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallows. Why is he worried? I’m the one freaking out here. “Sir, I don’t want you to hire someone else. I want to do the job.” I purse my lips, worried about his response. I have not challenged him like this before.
He frowns. “Why? What are you upset about? It’s just a job. Your arrangement with me can be renegotiated. Are you worried you won’t have enough money if things don’t work out between us? Because I promise you, I would never let you leave me without substantial savings.” He tugs me closer, his finger going under my chin in that way he does to get
me to look at him.
I chew on my bottom lip.
“We can draft another contract right now. Or I can deposit enough money in your bank account to ensure you stop worrying about the future. Or my lawyer can come over and work up a settlement. Anything you want. The last thing I want is for you to feel stressed about your future finances.”
I swallow. “What I want is to do my job, Sir.”
He holds my gaze. His hand clenches on my bottom. “I think I’m asking a lot of you right now. Exploring age play is draining. I want you to concentrate on that side of you for a while.”
I shake my head, knowing I need to stick up for myself. “I don’t feel right living in your house, eating your food, wearing your clothes…without earning my keep.” That’s not entirely true, but the truth might not go over well.
“And I’ve told you before that providing you with room and board in my home is a drop in the bucket. I make a lot of money, Lucy. You’re not making a dent in it. A substantial deposit to your account won’t either.”
I’m losing this battle. And I just can’t. It’s too important to me. I have to get my point across.
“Blossom…” His voice is soothing now. “Please… I want you to let me take care of you. At least for a while. I don’t want you to be overburdened. You might get overwhelmed and decide to leave. I’m trying so hard to make everything perfect for you.”
I suck in a breath. He’s trying to make things perfect for me? There is a desperation in his voice. Is he as worried about losing me as I am about losing him? I hadn’t considered that. But it changes nothing. I still don’t want him to replace me. It’s personal.
“If you’re worried about the work, let me hire someone else right now. Put it out of your mind.”
I can’t stop the tear that runs down my cheek.
“Lucy?” His voice rises.
I shake my head, trying to stop the emotional outburst.
“Blossom, talk to me.” He pulls me the rest of the way into his embrace, his one large hand flat on my bottom and lower back under my skirt, his other cupping my face, stroking my cheek, wiping away my stupid tears.
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