Raising Lucy

by Becca Jameson

  I call him out again now. “You’re full of shit.”

  He jerks his gaze to mine. “Language, Lucy. I don’t care if we have stepped out of the role for a while, I still don’t want you to cuss. It’s totally unacceptable for a little girl and equally crude coming from the woman who is your real age too.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t do it again.”

  “You will. But I’ll spank your bottom next time,” he assures me. “Hard rule. In or out of the role. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir. But you changed the subject. Why haven’t you had sex with me?” I ask him point blank. He needs to be honest. I want a real answer.

  He hesitates and then blows out a long breath. “A number of reasons. Nothing I just said was a lie. I do want to go slow with you. It’s a joy watching you grow and learn. I want to slow time down because I get to see the look of pure bliss on your face from the first time I enter you only once.”

  “I think you’re going to be disappointed. Everything I’ve read has suggested it’s going to hurt.” I glare at him. He owes me more of an explanation.

  “You might be right. But if I work your pussy for several days with my fingers though, I can stretch you out and make the first time more enjoyable.”

  I shake my head. “There won’t be any several days. We’re having sex tonight,” I insist.

  He smirks. “Bossy girl. I don’t think you’re strong enough to take me on like that.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Sassy too. I’m going to spank your ass in a few minutes.”

  “Looking forward to it,” I challenge. There is a good chance I’m going to regret this entire conversation. Master Roman has threatened to put me in timeout for far less than the sassiness I’m tossing at him now. In or out of the role, I know I’m in trouble. Too late now. Might as well keep pushing.

  I set one hand on my hip and cock it out to the side.

  He laughs. “Tomorrow is going to be a very long day for one naughty little girl.”

  I don’t move. It’s worth it.

  He shakes his head. “I’m not sure how I feel about this demanding side of you but simmer down. I’m getting there. Let me finish.”

  I wait.

  “You’re right. I’ve been stalling. For those reasons and more. It’s not completely altruistic. The reality is that I’ve known I wanted you in my life and in my bed from the moment I set eyes on you. Every day that I spend with you not only solidifies that fact but scares me to death.”

  “Why?” I ask gently.

  “Because after I put my cock in you, you’ll be so totally mine that I will never want to let you go. I need to know that you’re sure about staying with me before we make love. Because you’re it for me. It would destroy me if we have sex and then you walk away. I don’t want to rush you on that issue. I need you to be committed. Even if my balls are blue all day every day.” His effort to lighten the severity of his story fails.

  I’m humbled. I reach out and touch his face. “I just told you how deeply I feel about you. You can stop worrying. I’m sure about us.” My heart is beating so hard. Master Roman is in love with me. He hasn’t said it in those words, but I can see it in his eyes. He really believes he would be devastated if I left him. I know how hard it is for him to make himself vulnerable by saying that.

  He tips his cheek into my palm, kissing the sensitive skin.

  I need to be sure of something. “So, no part of you is squicked out by the age play? Because it’s a problem if you feel like you’re molesting me or something. I don’t feel that way. I don’t want you to either.”

  He shakes his head. “God no. It’s not that at all. I’m hard all the time around you, blossom.” His expression grows serious. “I get aroused every time I see you and even more so when you slide deeper into the role. It’s a role. Nothing more. I’m completely aware under the act is a grown woman with grown body parts that are going to explode under my touch in a grown-up way.”

  I giggle. I’m so happy.

  He continues. His explanation is so clinical, but he’s making sense. “Millions of people enjoy some form of kink that involves pretending to be something or someone they are not. People dress as pets or vampires or naughty schoolgirls. The luckiest thing in the world is to find someone who enjoys the same kink you enjoy.

  “I get rock hard when you walk into a room dressed as a young girl. When you act like one, it makes my cock even more anxious. The fact that you get off on dressing the part of a younger age too is icing on the cake. It definitely has nothing to do with me being attracted to actual children.” He shudders. “I’m looking at a grown woman playing the part of a child. Huge difference.”

  I nod. “Good. I was worried you saw me as a child instead and maybe you were only interested in nurturing me to fulfill some deep need to have a kid around or something.”

  “Not even close. I get aroused by the game. Nothing more.”

  It’s time to end this serious conversation. “Settled then. We’re having sex tonight. Now.” I lower my hands and my gaze to the bulge in his jeans. This is only the second time I’ve seen him this casual. He so rarely wears jeans. I wrap my palm around his length before he can stop me.

  He groans and grabs my wrist. “I’ll set the pace. You’ll do as you're told.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I bounce on my feet once. My nightgown rises, reminding me I’m naked under it. “I’m not wearing panties, Sir.”

  “I’m well aware of that, blossom.” He rolls his eyes as he inhales deeply. His fingers are tight on my arms.

  I tip my head to stare at the connection and lower my voice as I find myself sliding back into the role. I need to tell him something else. “Even though it’s role play, it doesn’t hurt that you are so ridiculously large and I’m so petite. When your hands are on me, I feel small and childlike.”

  He slides his hands to my neck, cupping my cheeks as well. “I agree. You are incredibly small. But you’re also proportionate. And when you’re naked in front of me, you are all woman.” His hands smooth down to cup my breasts. He jiggles them. “These are so perfect and sexy. You have no idea.” His hands slide lower to my waist. “And your waist dips in a very womanly way. You may be tiny, but you’re proportionate. The clothes I buy you often don’t fit right over your tits or your bottom, but that just makes me hornier.”

  I shiver now. “I’m glad, Sir,” I whisper.

  Chapter 41

  Master Roman

  * * *

  I hold her gaze for long seconds, letting time put her back into the age of twelve. We’ve had a very serious discussion, and it went better than I could have anticipated, but now she needs me to show her how much she matters to me. And I need her to resume her place in our relationship.

  I decide to set a new standard. “Lucy, I want you to be free to discuss anything with me at any time. If you need to stop role-playing to talk to me, just say so. Let’s give those times their own safeword of sorts. How about marbles.”

  She giggles. “Marbles?” And then she smiles. “Ah, because you hate them for the same reason. You think you’ll step on them and break a leg. You aren’t going to buy me any marbles, are you?”

  “Exactly.” I smile at her, pleased she got my meaning. “So, if you need to break through the age play, just say ‘marbles.’ You won’t be in trouble. You’re permitted to do so any time. It will put you in a headspace similar to the one you use when you’re working.”

  She beams. “I like it.”

  “However, there’s a catch. You may bring any concern to me you want, but you still have to be respectful when doing so. You don’t have to call me Sir, but you also can’t cuss or sass me or roll your eyes or toss out that hip.” I tap her hip for emphasis.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to spank you now for three reasons. One, you kind of knew you would be punished for those things when you did them already.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is barely audible.

  “Two, ta
king you over my knee and swatting your bottom right now will help you fall back into the role.”

  She shudders. I knew she would. She gets fidgety every time I use the word spank or even bottom. I love it.

  “And three, you’ll be so aroused when I’m finished that your body will easily relax for me to take you out of this world with what comes next.”

  She flushes spectacularly. Gorgeous.

  I angle her around to my side and lower her over my lap. Like the first time I spanked her, I clasp her wrists at the small of her back. I know she relaxes more when I take away her ability to squirm as effectively.

  I slide my hand up her thigh and over her bare bottom, pushing her nightgown up to tuck it under her wrists. Her butt is so smooth. Every time I see it, I get hard. Right now, I’m about to bust the zipper of my jeans.

  I take my time, knowing with every passing second she is getting more and more aroused.

  She whimpers as I stroke her skin.

  “Spread your legs, blossom.” I reach between her thighs and hike her closest knee up, forcing her pussy to be exposed. I settle her bent knee on the sofa near my hip.

  Her breath hitches, and she squirms.

  “Are you wet, little blossom?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. You look so pretty in this pink nightgown. So sweet and innocent and young. I think half my attraction is the innocence, and with you it’s not even pretend.” I keep touching her. Everywhere. Up and down her back and thighs. Smooth perfect skin that is going to be pink in a minute. Pinkened for me. Pink because she trusts me to discipline her when I see fit.

  She moans. I close my eyes for a minute, savoring the sound. Memorizing it. A sound she’s making before I’ve done anything. A gift she gives me for nurturing her.

  When I finally lift my palm and spank her sweet bottom, she doesn’t stiffen. Instead, she relaxes. Her body is slack on my lap. I swat her four more times, rapidly, watching her skin grow darker. So sexy.

  With her leg hitched up at my side, her pussy is spread open. I know it will be wet, but I don’t touch it. I rub her warm bottom again now. “Good girl. I’m proud of you.”

  She whimpers, a shiver racing down her body.

  I don’t release her yet because I’m not ready. I love seeing her over my knee like this, her nightgown bunched up around her waist, her braids hanging down to the floor, her bottom pink and hot from my punishment.

  Finally, I stand her in front of me and meet her gaze, wanting to repeat myself because it will solidify the roles we’re in. I put her in her place, and she slides into that twelve-year-old girl mindset that drives both of us to a heightened level of arousal. The deeper she goes into the age play, the more alert her body becomes to my touch and my voice.

  I know how to get her there. She knows it too. And it has to come from me.

  I hold her shoulders, giving her a slight shake and a stern look. “Should I expect to hear naughty words from your mouth again?”

  “No, Sir.” She lowers her gaze, her body trembling.

  “Is it okay for you to sass me?”

  “No, Sir.” Her voice dips as her head tips farther at the same time.

  “I know twelve is a difficult age. You’re confused. Your body is changing. You have trouble concentrating. But I won’t have you copping an attitude with me. If I see you toss that hip out and plant your hand on it, rolling those eyes at me again, you’ll be grounded for a week. No hot tub. No nail polish. No coloring books. You can spend your days sitting on the floor on the hardwood next to my desk bored out of your mind. Have I made myself clear?”

  She nods. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice shakes this time. She has fully slid into the role. It’s almost a subspace. And her physical reaction is just as precious. I can see her beaded nipples through the nightgown. She has shifted her weight several times and then stepped her feet together too. If I were to stroke through her pussy right now, I would find it wet. Soaked.

  She sniffles.

  I lift her chin with one finger. “It’s done, blossom. Your punishment is over. Take a breath.”

  She inhales deeply, watery eyes on mine. On a sob, she says, “I won’t be sassy again. Promise.”

  It’s time. She’s ready for more. I won’t deny her any longer. A plan comes to mind of how we might work through this next step. “Now, I know you’re starting to have sexual feelings. It’s normal. All girls reach an age where they’re curious about sex. I know you’re feeling things and experiencing things that are confusing. Your titties are probably tender, and sometimes you get wet between your legs.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She nods, solemnly.

  I’m taking my cues from her. I want our dynamic in bed to be special. I need to go slow and play my cards right to set the vibe. “It’s normal for you to have sexual thoughts and natural for your pussy to get really wet when you think about touching it or putting something inside it.”

  She nods.

  “I want you to come to me if you have any questions, but I also want your information to come from me. Not your friends.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’ll satisfy your curiosity. I’ve probably put it off too long because I wanted you to remain innocent as long as possible, blossom. But it’s time for you to understand what the male body looks like and how it works.”

  “Okay, Sir.” She licks her lips. It’s almost hard for me to separate the role-playing girl from the woman because I know the adult Lucy has also not touched a cock before. Her innocence is not feigned. Not this time. She might choose to pretend scenes like this in the future. It’s hard to say. I can’t predict our dynamic. But for tonight, she is totally as innocent as I’m implying.

  “Lower to your knees, blossom.” I want her in a submissive position, but I decide not to take her nightgown off yet. I know she reacts strongly to wearing the age clothing. I grab a pillow from the couch and set it on the floor between my legs.

  She is shaking, but her gaze is wide as she drops to her knees.

  I cup the back of her head. “It’s okay to be nervous. Perfectly natural. Open my jeans now, blossom.”

  She reaches with her fantastic hands and manages to push the button through the hole and then lower the zipper, but her hands tremble.

  I’m not wearing underwear tonight, and I’m sure it shocks her. It’s intentional.

  She lifts her gaze as my cock pops free. Her eyes are wide, her mouth open.

  I smile and reassure her with my hand on the back of her neck. “Go ahead, blossom. Touch me.”

  With tentative fingers, she touches the tip of my engorged dick.

  This is going to be the hardest thing I ever do. One of the most important also. I’m setting the groundwork for our future dynamic. I know this deep in my soul. We may alter things along the way and shake things up to keep it spicy, but the next hour is everything.

  I release her and lift my hips to tug my jeans down my legs.

  She leans back for a moment while I pull them over my bare feet, and then I tug my T-shirt over my head. I’m completely naked now. For the first time with my girl.

  I want to freeze this moment. The look of fear and concern and awe and excitement all over her face is mostly genuine. Another day, it will be for play. But not tonight. Tonight she really feels all the sensations.

  “It’s so big,” she whispers as she strokes a finger down the length.

  My cock bobs against my belly at her touch. I’m going to come prematurely from her fucking sexy words. She doesn’t even have to touch me. But the fact that she is currently stroking my shaft is almost my undoing.

  I’m not going to lie to her about my size. I am larger than most men. My entire frame is. It’s going to hurt when I press into her tight little cunt. I’ll do everything I can to stretch her first.

  I haven’t pushed more than one finger into her before tonight. I’ve never needed to. My little blossom’s eyes roll back into her head and she loses her mind every time I slide just my pointer into
her pussy. I wish we had more time. But I know I can’t put her off any longer.

  She needs encouragement, and I need to think about something other than how sweet it’s going to be to fuck her so that I don’t come too fast. Or better yet, maybe it would be better if I come right now. I might stand a better chance of lasting a bit longer if I’ve already had an orgasm.

  “You don’t have to be gentle, blossom. Wrap your hand around my cock. Feel the strength.” I stroke my fingers up her arm.

  She wraps her much smaller hand around my dick, gingerly. “What should I do?” she asks, her face rosy as she lifts her gaze.

  “Whatever you want, blossom.” I cup her neck again. “Two rules. Be careful with my balls.” I grab them with my free hand so she knows what I’m talking about. “And don’t sink your teeth into me.”

  She flinches. “My teeth?” Her eyes are wide.

  I know some of this is role-playing. She obviously knows what a blow job is. “Yes, little blossom. You’re going to wrap your lips around my cock and suck it into your mouth. That would make me happy.”

  The red on her cheeks deepens, making my dick jerk in her hand.

  “It will take some time for you to learn how I like it, but I’ll teach you to suck it deep into your mouth until my come squirts out and runs down your throat.”

  She swallows. Precious.

  “Go ahead. Lick the tip. I’ll tell you what to do.”

  She hesitates, and then she leans down and drags her tongue across the tip.

  The urge to groan is strong. I grit my teeth. Damn, she is sexy. And that nightgown. Hanging from her left shoulder. Fuck me. I’m so glad I left it on.

  “Swirl your tongue around the head, blossom.”

  She does as I instruct, driving me insane. I want to thrust into her greedy little mouth and take her hard. But she isn’t ready for that.

  “It’s salty.” She giggles as she releases me.

  “It is. You’ll learn to love the taste. You’ll crave it. And I’ll expect you to swallow it often.” I tip her head back with my hand at her neck and lift my brows. “I know you’re nervous, but you’re a big girl now, and it’s time for you to learn how I expect you to take care of my cock. Understood?”