Page 20 of His Little Turquoise
I stiffen. She doesn’t know? She’s only twenty-four, and I get the impression she hasn’t had a man in her life since the Daddy who hurt her two years ago. She doesn’t know how many men she slept with before she was twenty-two? Even by human standards, that’s a lot. For this sweet Little girl lying under my scrutiny, it seems impossible. Considering her demeanor when I met her, I’m betting she’s ordinarily shy and quiet, reserved.
Mia was cowering in a corner, eyes downcast, clothing indicating she was Little to anyone around. She struggled to keep her thumb out of her mouth. How the hell could she have had so many partners she’s lost count?
She jerks her gaze to me, eyes wide. “You mean sex?”
I’m confused. “Yes, Baby girl.” What did she think I meant?
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t like that.”
It wasn’t like what?She’s going to need to elaborate because this Papi is lost.
“I’ve known I was Little for years, Papi. As soon as I was old enough, I joined a fetish club where I could meet like-minded people. I played with other Littles at the club. Sometimes I did a scene with a Daddy.”
“A scene? Tell me what a scene is like.”
“A scene is where you agree to play together for a set time. Like maybe even sign up on a clipboard. I might choose nine o’clock or something to play with a Daddy.”
“Doing what?” I ask hesitantly. What a strange custom. There are holes in my knowledge. I researched everything I could, but I haven’t even met any Little girls who previously belonged to a kink club.
She shrugs. “Maybe I would throw my toys or stomp or have some sort of arranged fake tantrum so he would have to spank me. Then he would take me over his knees and swat my bottom.”
She clenches her butt cheeks together and wiggles as she describes this.
“Over my panties,” she adds in a whisper. “Not like you did.” She squirms more. She’s turned on by the memory of my palm on her bottom.
I’m going over her words in my head. “Are you saying you didn’t have sex with them?”
“Never.”
I blow out a long breath, hoping it’s not obvious.
She narrows her gaze. “What if I had? What if I had slept with a thousand men?”
I smile at her. “You misunderstand. I don’t care how many people you’ve had sex with, Mia. I’m only concerned with the emotional baggage that may have come with it and how much help you will need getting over it.”
She stares at me. Finally, she draws in a slow breath. “I have a lot of emotional baggage, Papi, because Rick hurt my brain. He confused me and made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be a Little girl. I’ve worked hard to get past the mental scars, but no one has touched me like you mean. You’re the first man to see me naked.” She holds my gaze while she reveals all of that, and then she turns her face to the side.
My heart stops. I might slide to my knees. I’ve told myself over and over that I wouldn’t care how many partners she’s had, but now that she’s telling me none… I want to fist pump.
She’s mine. My heavens. She’s mine in every way.
“Why didn’t you have sex with any of them, Baby girl?” I ask in a gentle voice that sounds too deep.
“They didn’t make me feel the way you do,” she whispers.
I reach for her cheek and guide her gaze back to mine. I’m stunned silent. After holding her gaze for long seconds, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her with every ounce of passion I feel, showing her with my lips how much she means to me.
She writhes and strains against the restraints around her wrists, but I don’t release her. I know she’s enjoying the domination.
When I release her lips, we’re both panting. My cock is barely contained. It will have to stay inside my pants for now though. She’s not ready to see it, let alone take it into her body.
“How long were you with Rick?” I finally ask, stroking her cheek. I want to know everything right now. Get it out and then leave it in the past.
“Can I have a blanket, Papi?”
I shake my head. “No, Baby girl.” I want her to know that even though I can be soft and caring and I will take care of her gently in every imaginable way for the rest of her life, I will also be firm. Covering her body will give her the false belief that I will let her cover herself in the future.
Starting now, she needs to get used to being naked and exposed to me. Restrained too if that’s what she craves. It seems like a possibility.
