Page 9 of Spoiling Lillian
Lillian continues, “I can’t believe Simone lusted after him for four years and he never once let on that he was interested in her until after she graduated.”
“I know he would never want an ethical violation to mar his position at the university.” Camden is not that kind of man.
“Yeah, well, it tells me he would never hurt my sister either.”
She’s right. “So what did you three do after the crustless sandwiches?”
Lillian bites her lip. That’s not likely something she would have done under her mother’s strict rule. I bet it’s new. It’s very Little.
I lift both brows. “Is it a secret?” I joke.
“No…” She looks down and pushes a piece of lettuce around her salad plate. “Surely you don’t want to hear all the silly details about my day.”
I reach across the table and still her hand. “I enjoy all the details about your days. None of them are silly.” I’m not lying. I really do. I like to hear her talk. I like how animated she gets.
She swallows. “But this was a playdate, Bryson. Natasha and Simone are Little nearly twenty-four-seven. They don’t often break from the role, especially not at home.”
I continue to hold her gaze. “And?”
Lillian sighs dramatically. “We played dress-up, and then we played with dolls. We even had a fashion show. Are you happy?”
“Do you use that sassy tone with Camden?” I tease.
“Noooo.” She shakes her head.
“If you did, would he spank you?” Why does this idea bother me? It’s not like I want to enter into this dynamic and deal with imagined naughty behavior and spend my days spanking anyone’s bottom.
Right?
I’m starting to question myself, and that’s unnerving. The thought of Camden spanking Lillian doesn’t sit right with me, but if they negotiated, maybe he does. It’s not my place to judge.
Her ringlets swing when she shakes her head. “No. He only spanks Simone.”
I try not to make it obvious how much that pleases me, though I do release a relieved breath. Irrational. Uncalled for.
When I let go of her hand, she purses her lips for a few seconds before relaxing them. “I’m not really, uh, naughty in front of Camden or Jameson. Sometimes Simone and Natasha are, but I don’t join in. It’s too awkward. If I had my own Daddy, I suppose one of them would tell him I’d misbehaved and that man could punish me as he saw fit, but I don’t, so it’s a dead-end.”
“Does that leave you feeling left out?” Ideas are spinning around in my head.
She shrugs before filling her mouth with a cucumber, probably to avoid elaborating.
“Lillian, put your fork down.” I’ve never taken this authoritative tone with her before. I have no right. I’m not her Dom and certainly not her Daddy. But I want her attention.
When she does as I’ve commanded, my cock stiffens. Thank goodness it’s hidden under the table. “Answer me, sweet girl.”
She sighs. “It doesn’t really matter. It’s a moot issue.”
“It matters to me. Answer the question. Do you wish you could misbehave with your friends and be held accountable?”
“Sometimes,” she murmurs.
I think she’s more invested in her Little side than I was aware. When we speak on the phone, she doesn’t bring up age play very often. Tonight, I’m seeing another side of her. It’s not that I didn’t know this side of her existed. I’ve had enough hints along the way. In addition, I’ve seen evidence of her Little side in the background of our video calls.
I’m going way out on a limb here. “Would you like it if I took on the role of disciplinarian for you?”
Her eyes widen. “You can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
