My brain is mush by the time he slides his hand away from my private parts and squeezes my waist. “Bedtime, little one.”
I almost groan, barely catching myself as he slides off the side of the bed and then tucks his arms under my knees and shoulders to lift me. He carries me cradled to his body, my nightgown bunched up high on my back, leaving my butt exposed.
When we reach my bed, he sets me down to pull back the covers and then lifts me again to set me on the sheets.
I’m a hot mess of arousal. I’ve never been this horny in my life, and I know he’s going to leave me hanging.
He surprises me by gently lifting my arms over my head and clasping both wrists with one of his hands. His gaze roams down my body as he eases my nightgown up over my breasts. My nipples are sharp points, and I squirm under his gaze.
“Stay still, little one. Let me look at you.”
I suck in a breath as he taps one of my nipples with his finger and then circles it slowly, his finger dragging down my belly.
“So beautiful. Spread your legs for me, little one.”
I moan as I do as I’m told, parting my knees and letting them fall open.
Master Kellen traces the edge of my lower lips, so lightly I can’t be sure I didn’t imagine his touch. But there is no denying when he strokes his finger through my folds, gathering my wetness before flicking over my clit.
I moan loudly and dig my heels into the bed to lift my bottom.
Just as quickly, he’s done. He releases my hands, pulls my nightgown down to my belly, and tucks my covers around me.
“Sir…” I hear the plea in my voice.
He points toward the camera I noticed earlier in the corner of my room. “I know you’re aroused, little one. That’s intentional. It will help you remember to be a good girl tomorrow. Keep your hands away from your nipples and your pussy. If I catch you masturbating, I will make your life very uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whine.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Sleep tight, baby girl.”
I watch as he turns a nightlight on against the far wall and then turns off the overhead lights. He silently leaves me alone, entering his own room through the connecting door and closing it behind him.
I realize I’m holding my breath, and I don’t dare move. Every twitch brings my stiff nipples to my attention. I part my thighs slightly, hoping to forget his touch as soon as possible.
It’s difficult though. When I close my eyes, I picture him above me, his fingers stroking my pussy and then thrusting into me. I nearly come from the imagery alone, and then gasp, forcing myself to think of anything but how aroused he has left me.
He’s good. Very good. If this is how he gets his littles to behave, it’s working.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been lying here for more than an hour before I finally close my eyes again and let sleep drag me under.
Chapter 8
Master Kellen
Roman chuckles in my ear instead of answering the phone with a normal greeting of hello. “Let me guess. You’ve already put her to bed.”
I smile even though he can’t see me. “Of course. She’s six.”
“Even I’m not that strict.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t even go there. You’re the most demanding Dom I’ve ever met.”
He laughs again. “Maybe, but I let Lucy stay up until ten. Don’t forget Sabine’s not really six. She’ll wake up at two in the morning bored out of her mind if you force her to sleep twelve hours. I’ve always enforced a strict time when Lucy had to be in her room, but I do let her read until lights out.”
“And how often does she actually sleep in that room these days, Roman?”
Another chuckle. “You’ve got me there. She’s my wife. I like her tucked against my side at night. I only put her in her little-girl room when she’s been incredibly disobedient these days. Not often. She doesn’t like it.”
“I hear you. I won’t put her to bed at eight every night, but today was stressful for her. I could tell she was exhausted. She needed time alone, even if it does occur in the early hours of the morning.”
“How much trouble did she get into today?”
“Not much. She pushed my buttons right away, but I nipped it in the bud.”
“I bet you did.” I can hear the smile in Roman’s voice.
“She’s a handful. I’m not used to having so much responsibility. I had forgotten how demanding it was to have a little.”
“You were also spoiled. Don’t forget that part. Stacy was a pleaser. She rarely stepped out of line.”
“True.” I lean back in my desk chair and sigh. My chest was tight all morning while I forced myself not to compare Sabine to Stacy. They aren’t the same woman. My goal is not to replace my wife. “I’m going to need a vacation after I’m done training Sabine. And she’s going to need a firm Dom if she decides to continue down this path.”
“Do you think she’s a little?”
I nod slowly even though he can’t see me. “Yeah. Kind of hard to deny. Unless she grows bored of it. Sometimes submissives enjoy an aspect of BDSM only until they flush it out of their systems. That’s also possible, but she does get aroused from the roleplay. No denying that.”
“So, did you want to arrange a playdate?” Roman asks.
“Yes. I know Sabine spent quite a bit of time with Lucy in the past month, but it will be different with both of them in their little space. It’s only been a day, but I bet Sabine has questions and she might be more inclined to
