I bring my lips to her neck, closing my eyes against my possessive thoughts. I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Sabine is not mine. Not forever. She’s here for two weeks. That’s all I get. And I intend to make it count. For both of us.
She might not be here after her two weeks are up, but I will have learned from her and worked out the cobwebs in my style. I’ve forgotten how damn pleasurable it is to have a little in the house, someone to care for, someone to drive to distraction with my fingers.
I thrust two fingers up inside her, gritting my teeth at the stretch. She would grip my cock perfectly if I ever let myself have that with her. I’m not sure where we’ll be in two weeks, but I probably shouldn’t let my cock anywhere near her pussy even after the trial period between us. Already I fear I might easily enjoy sex with her more than I should. Bad idea. Not when the arrangement is not permanent. She’s not the kind of woman I want to fuck and walk away from.
She’s writhing on my fingers now, wiggling back and forth.
I thrust them deep and whisper in her ear. “Ride my hand, baby girl. Make yourself come on my fingers.”
She tips her head back farther and braces herself to lift up a few inches. Planting her feet beside my thighs, she slams back down and rises again. A slow, deep moan escapes her lips.
I grip her waist with my free hand. “That’s my girl. Do it again. Feel me inside you. I want you to come all over my hand.”
She lifts off and drops back down once more. And then again. She sets a pace and fucks her sweet pussy on my fingers. It’s the most gorgeous vision I’ve ever seen.
I know she’s close when she gasps and her lips part farther. I watch as she shatters around my fingers, her body convulsing as her pussy milks me. The strong grip of her pussy makes me wish I were inside her. She might actually kill me if we ever have sex.
When she’s spent, she slumps forward, setting her head on my shoulder, her face burrowing into my neck.
My fingers are still inside her, and I slowly ease them out. I pat her sweet bottom and then lift my fingers to suck her juices from them. She lifts her face to watch me. “That’s so hot, Sir.”
I smile and pull my finger out with a pop. “Sweet, too.”
She glances down between our bodies, her gaze going to my cock. There’s no way to hide how aroused I am. She can see it perfectly fine.
“Sir…”
“Nope.” I stand, holding her bottom to keep her around my waist. After I spin around, I deposit her on her bed.
She stares up at me with glazed eyes as I trail a finger up her thigh, across her belly, and over her breast. Her body shivers again at the touch, and then I draw the covers up over her and tuck her in. “Sleep tight, little one.”
“You too, Sir.”
I kiss her lips gently and then leave her, flipping off the lights and shutting the connecting door. I lean against it for a moment, trying to catch my breath and control my racing heart. This little one is going to test my resolve. That’s for sure.
Chapter 14
Sabine
I’m feisty the next day. I don’t even know why. Nothing specific happens. I just feel…disagreeable. I hold it together during breakfast but, when Master Kellen sits me at my table and tells me to write in my journal, I stare out the window instead. For one thing, I’m not interested in writing right now. For another thing, I can’t think what to say.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess after last night. I’m not sure how I feel about this entire experiment. I’m confused by my reactions to…everything. I’ve chosen the drawer marked four today in direct contrast to yesterday. I’m still not sure it was a great idea. Sure enough, when I opened the drawer and peeked around the side, I found a sensor.
I’m wearing a pink frilly dress with layers of ruffles that make it stand out all around me. It might cover my panties if I stand perfectly still with my arms down, but I’m not certain. My socks match the dress, with a pouf of ruffles folded down at my ankles, and I have on white patent leather shoes with a buckle.
Master Kellen silently undid my braids when I came downstairs and put my hair up in two high pigtails that are extremely curly and poufy. When he seated me on the booster chair, he buckled me in and handed me a sippy cup of milk.
I’m still processing everything that has happened this morning, from the pancakes he cut up for me to the plastic child’s fork. My legs were dangling, and every time I let them swing back and forth, I felt as young as I look.
I know I’m supposed to be trying out all these ages and seeing how they make me feel, but my stomach is a ball of nerves and I’m internally horrified to admit to myself how I’m reacting.
The truth is I love the way Master Kellen looks at me and how he takes care of me. I don’t much mind the clothes or the age choice if the result is that I make him proud. He cares. I’m learning more about my own childhood that I took for granted.
Since I had everything, including parents who spoiled me, I never thought about anything lacking in my life. But I’m starting to recognize I lacked more than rules and structure. I lacked attention. No matter what
