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The world spun slightly as she moved, but he drew her against him, supporting her. He reached around her and captured her throat in his hand. Just lightly grasping, not cutting off her air.
But she knew that at any moment, he could tighten his hold. Her heart raced. He was so much stronger than she was.
“Scared, baby?” he whispered.
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Because you know that Daddy would never hurt his Little Blossom, don’t you?”
Yes, but were they Daddy and his Little Blossom right now?
Or Sir and his plaything?
His other hand rose to her mouth and she could see that his fingers were wet from her pussy.
Then he pressed his fingers into her mouth.
“Breathe,” he commanded. “In through your nose, then out. And again. If anything scares you, then you slap or pinch me, understand?”
Her eyes widened, but she felt better knowing that if she was overwhelmed, she had a way out.
“Good girl. You are doing so well. Lick my fingers clean. Taste your pussy, your arousal. Doesn’t it taste delicious?”
She wasn’t sure she’d say delicious. But it wasn’t unpleasant.
Go her.
She didn’t have an unpleasant-tasting pussy.
Oh, dear Lord. She couldn’t believe she’d just thought that. He was corrupting her. There was no other explanation.
He moved his hand down to cup her breast.
“The answer is no.”
The answer? What was the freaking question? He had her mind topsy-turvy.
His hand moved down her stomach and then slid under her dress to cup her mound. She couldn’t glance down because his other hand was still around her throat, pressing her back against him.
“I don’t get sick of being in control. I don’t find it a chore. I don’t need a break. This is who I am.”
Her breathing grew faster as he played with her clit. A light touch. Back and forth.
“What about with a Little? Do you find you need a break sometimes from being a Daddy to a Little?”
“I’m starting to think that these questions aren’t just random,” he murmured. “Did you have a Daddy who said he needed a break?”
He sounded disgusted. But there was nothing wrong with needing a breather. With needing to recharge.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking a break,” she told him.
“I don’t take breaks. This is my personality. Who I am.”
“I’m a lot,” she whispered as she remembered Matt telling her that. He’d tried to be kind about it. But he’d needed some space.
And she’d understood.
Or she’d tried to pretend that she did.
