Page 3 of Spoiling Lillian
I lean forward as he leaves me hanging, those last words giving me nothing. “You’re not sure about what?” My heart is racing. I may have found a way to push this man’s buttons. I’ve been silently lusting after him for weeks, and now he doesn’t want me to go to a kink club? Does he think he’s my big brother or something?
God, I hope it’s or something.
A few seconds tick by. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to join the same club your sister belongs to?”
Did he make that up on the spot? “I think it’s a great idea. It’s not like she wanders around the place naked. She mostly hangs out in the daycare. Besides, it’s safer. I at least peripherally know some people. Camden, Jameson, Natasha…” I met Jameson and Natasha through Simone and Camden.
“And me. You know me.”
“Yes. Why do you make it sound like that’s a problem?” I’m not sure where this conversation is going. I’m baffled. But I get the sense I might enjoy the outcome.
Another deep inhale from Bryson. “It’s not a problem. It’s just…weird. You and I…”
I’ve never heard him at a loss for words. Where is my confident friend Bryson? I don’t respond. He’s stewing, and I like it. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he… No. No, no, no. I’m not going to let myself even think anything. It’s dangerous.
I’m nothing to Bryson. I’m a girl he met and enjoys talking to. That’s all.
“Lillian, I think we should go out to dinner together,” he says, his words coming out fast.
My brows lift to the ceiling. I replay his words a few times in my head. Am I hearing him correctly? “Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Like a vanilla date?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t date vanilla women, Bryson,” I point out. I need to understand better.
“Maybe I should give it a try.”
I bite my lip again, fighting a grin even though there’s no reason to. He can’t see me. I swallow and pull myself together. “Are you trying to distract me so I’ll give up on going to Surrender?”
He sighs dramatically. I think he’s exasperated now, but I’m not sure it’s with me or himself. “Lillian, I like you. I want to spend some time with you. Trust me, I know we’re as different as night and day. I’m clear about that. Will you just say yes and have dinner with me, please?”
I smile so broadly there’s no way I’ll be able to keep it out of my voice. “Yes, Bryson. I’ll have dinner with you.”
“Tomorrow night?”
My heart is racing. “Tomorrow works.”
Chapter 2
Bryson
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What the absolute fuck am I doing? This is madness. I can’t believe I asked Lillian out. It flew out of my mouth. I would have said anything to avoid her going to Surrender.
I’m not even sure why. I have no right whatsoever to tell her what to do. As she pointed out, she’s a grown adult. She doesn’t need me telling her she can’t join a club.
Or fuck, maybe she does need someone telling her what to do. Maybe she needs a Daddy. I’m not a Daddy Dom. I’m a fucking sadist who strikes masochists with all manner of implements because they like it.
I get an adrenaline rush from breaking people—not that I would ever do anything non-consensual. I practice risk-aware consensual kink. I negotiate with every single submissive before I play with them, including ones I’ve already scened with a dozen times.
But Lillian… She’s so sweet and pure.
Innocent is the word you’re looking for, asshole.
