I reward her with another orgasm before I pull out and squirt Oppa’s special lotion in thick white ropes across her crimson cheeks. When I’ve got my breath back, I stretch out next to her and lazily rub the sticky spatters into her skin.
She folds her arms under her head and rests her cheek on the pillow of her forearms, watching me with gleaming, dark eyes.
“You not mad at me?”
“Mad at you? Why in the hell would I be mad at you?”
“‘Cause I said I sting you.”
I grin at her and pinch a soft, sticky cheek until she squeaks.
“How about I sting you?”
“You’z did sting me. So good I might not be able to sits tomorrow.”
“I have some T-Relief to put on it before bed. I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
Her face, already flushed a glowing rose, darkens. “Little uncomfortable okay.”
“It is, huh?”
She ducks her face into her arms before peeking back out. “Little reminder’s good. Little sore. Little squirmy. Just like sex in my bottom the next day. So good.”
I grin, thrilled that she likes being reminded of our play.
“I’ll never be mad at you for the things you say to me while we play, baby. Please don’t say you hate me, because that would hurt, even while we’re playing. But that’s a soft limit. If you want to try a really aggressive scene where you hit me and yell that you hate me, we can give it a shot.”
She shakes her head. “Doan like saying that, even in play. Doan like hating things. Hate’s bad.”
I grab a packet of baby-wipes and clean off my hand before stroking her hair away from her face. “Hate is bad. Better to love things. Tell me three things you love.”
“Oppa’s spankings,” she says, sticking a finger up from her crossed arms. “Sex in my bottom. Oppa’s kisses.”
I chuckle. “All Oppa, huh?”
She nods, but her eyes widen and fix on mine. “Too soon to say that word?”
“No, baby, it’s not too soon. I want you to be honest with me about how you feel, even if you think it’s too soon, or too late, or too weird, or too anything. You’re not too much for me, Cynnie. Not in any way.”
“Too much for Daddy Tony and Daddy Isaac. Too needy. Too demanding. Too little.” Her back hitches as her breath catches. “Too much for my family. Too loud. Too in the way. Baachan says I’z a burden.”
“You are not too much for me. I want you loud and in my space. I want you needy and demanding and little. I’d like to try going even littler with you than we have. I want to see everything, baby. I want to know everything. Don’t hold anything back.”
“Nothin’?”
“Nothing.”
“You hold things back from me?”
I swallow hard. “Li-like what?”
“I tell you about my family but you never tell me about yours. You gots family?”
“Not really. Not anymore.”
“You’z never did?”
“I did. My mom wasn’t much of a mom, but I had an Uncle Max.”
