Talon, page 5
“Legs, Elizabeth. I can see I’m going to need some restraints for my Little girl,” he said, without a hint that this was beyond the normal status for a couple.
Elizabeth squeezed her eyes together at the thought of being unable to move, being totally at his mercy. She forced herself to spread her legs and crossed her fingers, hoping he would follow through.
“Hmm, I think my Little girl likes the thought of being bound. I like that image, too, Buttercup,” he growled.
He lifted his hand from her, drawing an automatic “No!” from her lips. His low chuckle did things to her. She felt his hand brush the side of her hip, tugging at something.
“Oh!” Elizabeth squirmed as she understood his movement. Talon was as turned on as she was. He’d needed to adjust himself inside his tight jeans. Her attention now focused on his body against her. She could feel his thick shaft pressing against her body.
He spanked her again until the heat in her punished skin seemed to radiate. Again, he paused to caress her intimately. Gasping, she held onto his muscular calf as the pain and pleasure blended together.
Suddenly, it was all too much. Pleasure exploded within her. Elizabeth jerked as waves of sensation flooded her body. His touch gentled against her, and she felt his fingers leave her intimate folds, trailing wetness against her skin.
Talon gathered her into his arms and lifted her effortlessly to sit on his lap. She gasped as her punished bottom touched his denim-clad thigh. Boneless, she rested against his broad chest and tried to gather herself as his hands slid over her back and arms.
“You are so responsive, Little girl. I’m very pleased with you.”
“I’ve never felt like that,” she whispered, curling her fingers into the soft cotton of his T-shirt to hold onto him.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he probed. She could hear the concern in his voice.
She peeked up at him. “Yes. But…”
“Only by yourself?” he suggested.
“Yes.”
“Then the previous men you have been with are idiots,” he told her bluntly.
“Maybe? I always thought it was me,” she admitted.
“It’s not you, Buttercup. You respond perfectly to my touch.”
“Maybe you’re just magic?” she suggested.
He chuckled, jostling her slightly. Talon grinned and smoothed his hands over her back and over her bare thigh. “You just remember that.”
She nodded and laid her head back against his chest. “That spanking wasn’t too bad.”
“That spanking wasn’t supposed to be. This was a good-girl spanking. You won’t enjoy a bad-girl spanking. Bad Little girls don’t get rewarded.”
“You mean, no orgasm?” She struggled to understand.
“Exactly. Your bottom will be redder as well.”
“I think I want to avoid those spankings.”
“Definitely.”
Silence fell between them as he rocked her on his lap. He smoothed the hair from her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Her yawn broke the silence.
“Time for bed, Little girl.”
Talon stood with her cradled in his arms and walked to her bedroom. There he set her on her comforter and smiled when she gasped at the feel of her hot bottom against the cool material. He efficiently stripped off her shoes and socks before tugging her clothes over her bare feet.
“Arms up,” he directed.
Slowly, Elizabeth raised her arms. He pulled her T-shirt off and released the back of her bra.
As he slid the straps over her shoulders, he directed, “Little girls don’t wear bras at home. It’s not necessary.”
“I always wear a bra,” she said urgently as she tried to resist the urge to cover herself as he set the garments aside.
“Not with Daddy at home.” Talon laid down the law. “You’ll be more comfortable. A Little doesn’t need to hide her body. Where’s your nightgown, Buttercup?”
“It’s under my pillow,” she said, pointing at the pillow on the left of the double bed. Elizabeth wasn’t quite sure about not wearing a bra, but she wasn’t going to argue about it now.
Retrieving the nightshirt, Talon lowered it over her head and helped her thread her hands through the arm holes. “I love the fierce dragons decorating your shirt.”
“I know. They’re so cute. They look just like Puff.” Elizabeth traced one of the cartoon dragons with a fingertip before looking up at him to ask, “I wonder if they make them with bears like Borscht?”
“We’ll have to look. Later. Time to potty.”
He lifted her off the bed and set her on the carpet. “You go while I clean up everything here.”
Embarrassed, she walked quickly to the bathroom. When she flushed the toilet, she heard “Wash your hands” and realized she’d almost forgotten.
Quickly, she washed her hands. Talon walked in as she dried them on a towel. It seemed so intimate to be in the small bathroom together.
“Do you have a washcloth?”
“Of course!” She scrambled to find him one and handed a blue one over.
“Perfect.”
He ran the water until it was warm and then wet part of the small piece of fabric. “Come here, Buttercup,” Talon directed, pointing to the large tile on the floor in front of him.
When she took her place, he washed and dried her face with the soft cloth. Throwing the damp cloth over his shoulder, he took Elizabeth’s hand and led her to the bedroom.
“Lean over the bed,“ he directed, pointing at the freshly turned-down covers.
“Am I getting another spanking?” she asked, hesitating.
“No, Buttercup. No punishments if you follow my directions. Prop your elbows on the bed.”
She bent over slowly, looking over her shoulder at him. As she moved into position, he grabbed the damp cloth. Puzzled, she waited.
“Hold still.”
Talon lifted her nightgown to place a hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. He gently wiped her inner thighs and intimate folds, removing the last traces of her juices from her skin. She buried her face in her comforter.
“Daddies take care of their Littles completely, Buttercup.” He finished by spreading her buttocks and brushing the terrycloth fabric between them.
“Talon!” she protested, trying to roll over as he paid attention to the small entrance hidden there.
“Daddy’s in charge.” He held her firmly in place as he finished. “I’ll bring a thermometer over here to leave in your nightstand in case we’re here in the evening.”
“What? I have one of those things you press to your forehead,” she rushed to assure him, not quite sure what he was saying. “But I’m not sick.”
“I’m glad, Little girl. I’ll make sure you stay that way.”
Releasing her bottom, he patted her fondly as he released his hold pinning her in place. “Little girls always have their temperatures taken in their bottoms. It’s more accurate. Besides, you need to get used to having things inserted here.”
“Talon. Wait just a minute…” she began, turning over to look at him.
“Daddy is in charge. You don’t think every one of those Littles you played with today receives attention to their bottoms frequently?”
She stared at him, unaware that her lower jaw had dropped in shock. He cupped her chin and lifted it back into place. “Daddies take care of their Littles completely, Buttercup. Give me a kiss. It’s time for you to go to sleep. I’ll lock the door as I leave.”
“Borscht!” The pink bear popped into her mind.
“I’ll go get him.”
Talon was back in a couple of seconds. He tucked Borscht under the covers with Puff and Elizabeth. “Sleep, Little one. I’ll come get you for breakfast at nine.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He leaned close to give her a kiss that wiped everything out of her mind and made her wiggle in her toasty lair. “Night, Buttercup.”
“Night, Daddy.”
Chapter
Seven
“Daddy’s taking care of you, Buttercup.”
Elizabeth woke with a hand between her legs and her face pressed to her pillow. Her covers lie crumpled around her elevated bottom as the echoes of the voice in her dreams dissipated.
She closed her eyes, desperate to recapture the dream. Elizabeth could picture herself restrained on her knees on an exam table. Talon stood behind her holding the thick thermometer in her bottom as he talked to someone. Having another person there made everything even more over the top. Her fingers worked furiously between her legs, trying to push herself into an orgasm.
Knocking at the door made her jerk upward to sit on her knees. What time is it? Holy farts! It was Talon.
“Coming,” she called, grumpily acknowledging her frustration at not having time to make herself climax.
After making sure her nightgown was fully in place, she unlocked the door and scowled at the handsome man waiting there. “Hi. You woke me up.”
“Sorry, Buttercup. Are you feeling okay?”
“No. I like sleeping in on Sunday,” she answered grouchily, deliberately standing in his way to prevent him from entering.
“Let me have your hand,” he requested.
Without thinking, she reached her right hand out before catching herself. Her fingers were probably still wet. Elizabeth quickly switched and substituted her left. To her consternation, he captured her right and lifted it to his nose. Frozen in place, she couldn’t believe it when he licked her index finger.
“That’s definitely your juices. Did I interrupt your play this morning, Little girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was asleep and your pounding woke me up,” she answered with a glower.
“I don’t believe you. Do you know what happens when you’re flushed and you lie to Daddy?”
“Let me guess. A spanking?” she sneered.
“He first checks to see if you’re running a fever.”
Talon stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s waist to lift her feet off the ground. She gasped and grabbed onto his broad shoulders. Her hand closed over a leather strap blending into the leather of his vest. What had he brought?
He held her suspended in the air while he closed the door and locked it. After pressing a soft kiss to her hair, Talon whispered, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“I am not sunny,” she growled, more ticked off by the moment. Who was he to waltz in and just haul her around?
“I’d like you to let me down, please.” Her tone for that last pleasantry did not make it polite.
He carried her over to the couch and tugged the strap of a leather satchel from under her fingertips. After setting it carefully on the cushion, he slid her down his body slowly until her feet rested on the carpet. Immediately, she tried to turn away, but Talon held her securely with that blasted arm around her waist.
“You are in a tizzy.” He pressed his hand to her forehead and held it there for a few seconds. “A bit warm, but that could be because you’re upset.”
“Of course, I’m upset. You’re hauling me around.”
Talon completely ignored her words. “Let’s see if I can figure this out. You overslept. You have traces of play on your fingers. You’re grumpy.”
“Oh, stop it,” she hissed as he considered all the clues.
“I interrupted a dream, didn’t I? And I was in it, wasn’t I?”
“You are definitely full of yourself.”
He tapped on his chin as if considering. “But were you full of me? I don’t think so. You’d be much more satisfied.”
He patted her bottom, erasing any protest about that arrogant statement from her mind. “We were talking about taking your temperature last night before I left. That’s what you were dreaming about, wasn’t it?”
Her eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t know.
She quickly blustered, “Of course not.”
“Then you won’t mind if I take your temperature now to make sure you aren’t sick?”
“No. I mean yes, I mind. No, you can’t.”
“You are so confused. I think we need to make sure you’re feeling okay.”
Talon walked backward, forcing her to take a few steps with him. He scooped her up into his arms and sat down on the couch. Before she knew it, he had flipped her onto her stomach and flipped the bottom of her nightie up to expose her bottom.
“Nooo!” she wailed.
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he held her in place with one hand as he flipped open the bag he had brought. Withdrawing an oversized thermometer that made Elizabeth clench her bottom, he set it aside and pulled out a tube of lubricant to join the thick device. While she stared at those in disbelief, Talon gathered her hands at the small of her back.
“What? Let me go, Talon,” she demanded, struggling.
“Daddies help their Littles’ fantasies come true. There are very few things off-limits between us. Is this a hard limit for you?”
Shocked by his direct words, Elizabeth told him the truth. “No.”
“Am I totally off target thinking you were having an erotic dream about medical play?”
“No,” she wailed, hiding her face with embarrassment.
“Am I not going to find you soaking wet and unsatisfied from your play before I got here?”
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“Answer the question.”
His tone was so stern, she shivered in reaction. When he placed one hand on her outer thigh, she caved. “Yes. I had a dream, and I woke up—touching myself.”
“Thank you for telling me the truth, Little girl. I want you to always tell me your fantasies, and we’ll try to make them come true, okay?”
“That’s embarrassing,” she protested.
“Who can you tell if not your Daddy? If you never tell me, we can’t make them come true.”
When she didn’t answer that, he rubbed over her bottom and outer lips of her pussy. “You’re soaked, Buttercup. No wonder you are grumpy that I interrupted it. Let’s wake you up a different way now. Close your eyes.”
She slammed her eyelids down and buried her face against the cushion.
“Good girl.”
She could feel his fingers stroking down her sensitive inner thighs. Elizabeth spread her legs, heeding his silent request. Talon rewarded her with a quick dally between her legs that boosted her arousal back into overdrive.
She almost looked when she heard the click. What was that?
When he spread her bottom, Elizabeth froze. The feel of the cold lubricant made her shiver. He spread it over that small rosette. Just when she thought his touch on the nerve-laden entrance would drive her mad, he pressed a finger firmly into her tight passage. The air caught in her lungs as she tensed every muscle in her body at the invasion.
He rubbed the slick substance on the walls inside her until she was quivering from his touch. When his finger slid out, she knew what would come next. The sound of the case opening made her freeze once again. Seconds later, a cold, thick tube pushed into her bottom. He kept adjusting it, keeping her attention focused on the intruder.
Like I can think of anything else.
She felt him move to pick up something else. What had she missed? There was a short delay and then she heard a buzzing sound. Elizabeth definitely opened her eyes, but the sound was behind her now. She wanted to look but didn’t want him to know she was peeking.
The rounded tip of a vibrator stroked over her pink folds before dipping further inside. He teased her soaked pussy with the device until her mind was overwhelmed by the sensations of him adjusting the thermometer in her bottom and the vibrations.
Talon seemed to sense just when she was about to erupt. As her body tensed before her climax, he lifted the vibrator from her body.
“Please,” she begged.
“You have to wait ten minutes for the thermometer to register correctly,” Talon answered.
“It’s been ten minutes. I’m sure it has,” she tried to convince him before humming audibly when he pressed the device back to her body. “Mmm.”
“Not quite yet, Little girl. I’m watching the clock. Let’s talk about something else to distract you. Where should we go today?”
She shook her head. Elizabeth could hear him talking but couldn’t track his words enough to answer him. “Please!”
“Soon, Little girl. Maybe next time, I need to put you on your knees with your butt in the air to check your temperature. That will be exactly how I fuck your tight hole.”
“Ahh!” A cry sprang from her lips as Elizabeth’s entire world seemed to contract around her. She could feel her body shaking in reaction to the intense climax. Her fingers tightened around his hand that held her restrained.
“I bet you can come two more times before your ten minutes is up,” he whispered softly from above her.
Chapter
Eight
Elizabeth couldn’t even look at him as they entered the popular restaurant known for its delicious brunch. Clinging to the hand of the powerful man beside her, she operated on automatic pilot. They were almost too late for brunch, but the hostess promised she’d get the kitchen to make their favorites for them.
“Scoot over, Buttercup,” Talon instructed and slid into the booth next to her.
He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her close. Opening the menu, he read several special features off the menu as he rubbed her shoulder and arm. “What sounds best to you?”
“Not the strawberry one,” she answered.
“Do you like bacon?”
“Bacon? Almost everyone loves bacon,” she whispered, still feeling shaky from the pleasure he had shown her. “I’d eat it every day, but it’s not good for you.”
“There are times in life when you just have to say fuck it and eat the bacon. Bacon is delicious and a total day brightener. Why not include it in your life? Can you be brave for me and live on the edge?”
“Are we still talking about bacon, Talon? My mind is pretty discombobulated. I didn’t know I could feel all that.”
