Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He kisses my forehead before he stands and leads me to the play room. The moment he walks away, I miss him.
What’s up with me?
Chapter Four
I pace my townhome for several days. It’s like I’m not myself. I don’t even know who I am. I’m someone else. I’m out of my body.
All I can think about is Elijah and the feel of him holding me. He made me feel special. I miss his hands on me, rubbing my back, my thighs, my bottom.
I shiver every time I remember his palm grazing over my panties. He didn’t touch me intimately, and yet he did. He stoked something in me I can’t shake. A need. A desperation.
I’m restless as I climb into bed on the third night. I’ve started letting myself be Little in my home nearly all the time. I don’t have to be anywhere, so I don’t leave the house.
A few friends have called and texted about going to lunch, but I blew them off. They know I’m on summer break. That’s why they’re reaching out. But none of them know about my Little side, and they couldn’t possibly understand. I would never tell them.
I’m consumed with my thoughts. I can’t or don’t want to adult. Not now.
When I close my eyes, I’m back in Elijah’s arms. He’s patting my bottom under my dress. It’s maddening. Every time this happens, my panties get wet and the fluttering returns to my tummy.
I need to feel him touching me, so I close my eyes and slide my hands down to the edge of my panties. I trail one finger along the elastic as I spread my legs. Shifting my hand lower, I touch the soaked cotton that covers my sex.
My fingers graze over a very sensitive spot, making me gasp. I’m an educated woman. I know it’s my clitoris. I understand that for many people it’s a source of great pleasure, but I’ve never indulged that side of me. I’ve never even thought about it.
After the one and only time I had sex my freshman year of college, I figured I wasn’t particularly sexual. Why continue to do something that didn’t bring me pleasure?
When I tap it again, I bite my lip and lift my hips off the bed. My eyes are squeezed tight. All I can see in my mind is Elijah smiling at me. I pretend it’s him touching me. Looking down at me and stroking my folds.
I need more. Why have I not masturbated before? People do. I’ve just never considered it.
I quickly push my panties off and then drag my nightgown off too, leaving me naked under the covers. Spreading my thighs, I find the little nub and stroke it again. My palm flattens against the soft hair at my sex.
What would it feel like if I didn’t have hair down there? I’ve never tried that either. I’d be afraid I might cut myself if I tried to shave it, and there’s no way in hell I would let a stranger wax it, so it stays.
I see lots of nudity at The Dungeon. Most of the women I see are shaved everywhere below the neck. It’s always intrigued me. I wonder how they do it. Do they do it themselves? Do they shave with a razor? Wax it off at home? Maybe they use one of those creams that dissolve the hair? I’ve always worried it might burn my skin. Never even tried it on my legs.
I touch my clit again. Oh my… My heart is beating faster. I’m trembling. The fluttering has turned into more of a tornado. I bet it would feel even better if my fingers were wet, so I drag them through my slit and then rub my clit again.
Sheesh. Yes. Holy moly. Yes.
I try different things, circling the swollen nub, tapping it, flicking it. I use my other hand to hold the hood back and then flutter my middle finger over it rapidly.
Shit. I can’t breathe. I’m sweating. My body is shaking violently. My bent knees are wobbling. Something is going to happen. I can sense it. It’s so close.
Elijah’s smile fills my mind. It’s his hand touching me. His fingers. I can hear him whispering in my head. “Come for me, Little bunny.”
Suddenly, I crest the strangest peak. There’s a pause in time, like I’m hovering in the air. The clock stops. There are no sounds. No oxygen. Nothing. Just me teetering in a weird state of absolute bliss.
And then I fall over the other side. I fall so hard I’m flailing. My body is floating. My sex clenches over and over, pulsing and throbbing with what I can only describe as release. I can feel it against my fingers.
Wetness coats my fingertips. It’s running down toward my butt. I’m panting. I’m grinning. I also feel like a liquid. My arms fall to my sides, and I can’t lift them. I don’t want to. My legs are obscenely wide.