“Living with you is putting a crimp in my sex life,” she mumbles against my neck.
I stop breathing. What the hell does that mean? “Uhh… Pardon?”
She leans back and narrows her gaze at me. “Not sex with boys, silly. Sex with myself. It’s not like I brought a vibrator here in my purse. Plus, you’re always with me at night and in the bathtub. Now that I’m healed, I’m having orgasm withdrawal.” Again with the pouty lip.
My heart resumes beating with her clarification. I chuckle. “See? That’s my Simone. She’s in there. She just needs to come out and stay. Only my sassy, naughty Little girl would say something so bold. How often do you usually masturbate, sassy girl?”
She shrugs. “A few times a day.”
I lift my brows. “Is that so?”
“Give or take.” She’s so brazen that she doesn’t even look away. This is my girl. I want this from her all the time. I want her to spend half the day plotting how to shock me and the other half putting her plans into action.
She’s going to keep me on my toes.
I tap her nose. “Your masturbation days are over, Little one.”
She gasps dramatically. “What?”
“You heard me.” She expected this. Asked for it. “Your pussy is mine now. No one else touches it, including you.”
“You can’t stop me from touching myself, Camden.”
“Sure I can.”
She shakes her head. “Eventually you’ll have to leave the house. In the fall, you’ll go back to work. I’ll be here fingering myself all over your house as soon as you leave.”
I laugh. “I don’t think so.”
“How could you stop me?”
This. This is my girl. This is the Little I’ve been waiting for. I know she’s likely to slide back into her blank stare in a while, but I’ll take this for now. It’s a tremendous improvement. Maybe a few visits with Quinten would help her heal sooner rather than later.
“Well, let’s see. Cameras, for one.”
“In every room?” she asks, eyes wide.
“I guess I could lock you in one room and put them in every corner,” I joke. “Or cuff you to the bed.”
“Neither of those options would be very safe.”
“Mmmm,” I pretend to ponder. “I could cuff your hands to a collar on your neck so you wouldn’t be able to lower them to your naughty pussy.”
She gasps in that silly exaggerated way again. “Collar? I’m not into kitten play.”
“How about puppy play?”
She shakes her head so hard that her ponytail flies around and hits her in the face on both sides.
“Well, shoot. I guess we’ll just have to use the honor system then. I’m telling you that you will not touch your pussy anymore. When I’ve been away for any length of time, I’ll look you in the eyes and ask you if you were naughty.” I slide my hands around to her back and pull her in tight. “You may be a sassy girl with a naughty streak, but I don’t think lying is in your repertoire.”
“Poop,” she repeats.
“Besides, you won’t need to masturbate. I promise to keep you sated.” I grin.
“Cocky much?”
“Very.” I slide a hand between her thighs from behind and cup her pussy through the thin cotton. “I could also check to make sure you’re wearing the same panties as I put on you before I left and make sure they’re not wet.”
