Violent Little Thing
Chapter 152
My Mom was gentle and kind. My father often said she coddled me too much, but she never cared. She would read to me every night and make pancakes with smiley faces made out of whipped cream and blueberries, even when I got too old for that sort of stuff.” He shrugs with a faraway look.
And your Dad?”
“He was tough…hard and distant, but he never laid a hand on us and always provided what we
needed.”
I nod in understanding. “Alright, your turn, ask me anything.”
“Are you serious about having both Isla and I here?”
“Of course. She lit a fire in me the moment I first saw her. I knew I needed to have her once she
showed me little pieces of what lay underneath those walls she keeps up. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you…but I saw the way you look at her and everything shifted. I want you to look at me
that way too. For us to be able to cherish her together, but also each other. Isla is perfect in the way that she submits so freely to me out here in the open, but once she’s in the playroom she delivers
this dominance that I crave to be able to let go of everything I carry every day. When I saw the way
you look at her, I realized I wanted to see you in the playroom on your knees, right beside me, and
outside of that, I want to see you submit to me, to let me care for you, to show you how to feels to
be loved completely for who you are. I hope one day you can look at me the way you look at her.
“What is this ‘playroom‘ you keep talking about?”
I give him a sly smile. “That’s two questions cucciolo, but I’ll give it to you because you’re cute. You
want to see?”
“Uh…yeah okay, sure.”
I down my drink and hold out my hand for him. “Come on.” He doesn’t hesitate to take it this time.
Baby steps. We make our way through the house to the playroom and I show him the key pad and code to get in.
“No one but you, me and Isla know the code for this room. It’s secured just for us and complete and total privacy.” I explain, opening the door for him to enter first. His broad shoulders lift slightly as he takes in the room, the furniture, the display cabinets with toys, the whips and paddles along the wall, he just stands there in the doorway, so I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around his waste and lean my head on his shoulder.
“I believe it’s my turn for a question.”
“Oh yeah, um, okay.” He murmurs still scanning his surroundings.
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Is this something you would be interested in?”
Lalmost miss it with how quite it comes out, but I still catch it, “Yes” he whispers.
Would you show me…some stuff? So I’m not a complete fool in front of Isla.”
“I would be so honored, cucciolo.” I give him a little push to enter the room completely and the door clicks shut behind us. “Strip.” I whisper in his ear, taking me hands from his waist. He flicks his head back to look at me with wide eyes.
“What!?”
“Come on, I’ll strip too. It’s the first thing our queen will ask of us.” I take a step back and start undressing, folding my clothes neatly and placing them on the bench by the door. Once I’m fully naked he takes me in, from toes to my head and back again, only then does he take a deep breath and start to undress himself, copying the way I’ve folded and placed my clothes. Then we stand completely naked in front of each other. His body is chiseled, made to perfection with his thick muscles and slightly tanned skin. His abs lead into a tight V line that points to his hardening cock like a fucking beacon saying ‘go here‘. My own dick twitches with appreciation.
“Does she have a name she calls you when she dominates you?” I ask, tilting my head slightly with a wild grin.
“Uh…baby. She calls me baby.”
“Hmmm, I like that, baby.” I say circling him slowly.
“What does she call you?” He asks as I stand back in front of him.
“Slut.”
This gets a smile out of him, a sultry, husky smile, one I know he would have reserved for her.
“Let me show you the position she will want us in before we begin, baby.” I breathe out and drop to my knees facing the wall beside the door.
“Knees spread, palms up on top of them, shoulders straight, head lowered, always lowered. You don’t
look up, don’t move, don’t speak until she tells you to.”
I can feel his eyes on me, watching, learning, so needy to be right for her, and then he lowers
himself beside me and mirrors my position. I watch out of the corner of my eye and my heart
thunders in my chest to see him here beside me like this.
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