Page 35 of Tying Little Tay (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #13)
Tay
Going in the elevator down to the Dungeon was more than a little exciting. Tay had never been before—Littles didn’t usually descend into that space—so they were curious to see what it was like. And to tell all their friends back in the Little Wing all about it afterward.
“That’s enough time for our first scene down here,” said Guilia. “We’re going to be using one of the private playrooms, the one with the St Andrew’s Cross?”
He let her know which it was, and then met Tay’s high five; they were very impressed with the queer romance novel that he was reading. It always amused them how such a big hulking cis man was so enamored of the softest romance narratives. “And just a reminder, no phones allowed in the Dungeon.”
“We left ours upstairs,” said Tay. They shifted impatiently from leg to leg, their skirt making a satisfying noise as it moved.
Trying to decide what to wear down to the Dungeon had been difficult, but they’d opted for a sheer mesh shirt and a leather skirt that they intended on getting out of as soon as was appropriate.
As they’d explained to Guilia, they didn’t usually do leather, but as this wasn’t tight-fitting, and they knew it’d be discarded pretty darn soon, they thought it would be okay.
Entering the Dungeon distracted them for just a moment, however. The purple and amber lighting did something to the floor that made it shimmer in a deep purple color.
“ Wow ,” they breathed, and then spotted Jenna behind the bar. “Hey! Jenna!” they called, waving until they realized that the whole space was very quiet. “Oh, fuck.”
Guilia nudged their shoulder and smiled at them reassuringly. “It’s all good. The playspace isn’t usually quite as quiet, but I knew there wouldn’t be many people, so don’t worry too much.”
Jenna waved back, glancing at Guilia and then back at Tay with a knowing look. Guilia flushed, and was their Daddy embarrassed?
“Daddy?” Tay knew that their voice was a little higher than usual, sounding a bit nervous, but Guilia put her arm around them and kissed them.
“I’m just not used to people seeing me in sexual spaces; it’s got nothing to do with being seen with you.” She waved at Jenna, who laughed and went back to cleaning glasses. “Come on, conigliette, this way.”
They turned left down a narrow corridor, and then paused at a door.
Thump print scanned, the door opened onto a small but cozy room.
The décor didn’t scream sex club, and Tay was somewhat grateful for that, because the St Andrew’s Cross against the wall was intimidating enough as it was.
But the soft peach of the walls, and the rich burgundy of the couch felt intimate and warm.
“So that’s a St Andrew’s Cross,” said Tay. They’d seen pictures of them, had seen the representation of one that created the double doors of the Dungeon, of course, and even read about them, but they’d never seen one in person.
And in a moment they were going to do more than just see it.
Their pulse was racing and the frisson of excitement that ran through them originated in their stomach and ended in their cunt. Even their fingers and toes tingled in anticipation.
“Come over and have a look,” said Guilia, putting down their aftercare bag in the corner.
The cross itself was padded, as were the handcuffs, but they seemed to be way too high for Tay, who was significantly shorter than whoever this had been made for.
“How’s that going to work?” they asked, but Guilia was already magicking some rope from a pocket. “I’m going to tie your wrists, and then tie each of those to the cuffs. Your feet will be tied in to the leather straps though.”
That plan had the benefit of being both sexy and practical.
Tay was impressed. “Which way do you want me?” They knew that crosses were usually used during impact play.
“Facing away?” They didn’t know how to say it, but they actually felt a bit disappointed at the thought.
They liked the fact that they usually faced Guilia.
“Have my delightful conigliette face away from me? Absolutely not! I have every intention of watching your face as I make you come again and again and again.” There was a wicked glint in Guilia’s eyes that Tay had come to associate with really intensely kinky sessions.
“Last time I made you hold off; this time I intend to make you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop. ”
Tay swallowed, their nipples tightening. “That sounds…”
“Yes?”
“That sounds good, Daddy. Yes, please.”
That was clearly the correct response, judging by the way Guilia pulled Tay close to her and kissed them. “Excellent. Now, take this delectable outfit off for me please, tesore .”
Tay could have stripped in seconds, but that seemed like cheating. So instead, they moved to stand in front of Guilia, as she sat on the couch, leaning back. “Are you going to touch yourself while I do so?” they asked.
Guilia’s eyes darkened. “Yes, I can do that.”
She was wearing slacks and stood up momentarily to undo the button and let them fall to the floor. Her underwear followed and Tay swallowed. Damn, her Daddy was gorgeous.
“Your turn, tesore.”
Tay started with the buttons of their shirt, slowly working their way down their front, until the shirt dropped from their arms, pooling on the floor around their legs.
Next was their skirt. They fumbled with the catch on that, unable to take their gaze away from where Guilia was tracing lazy circles around her clit while she watched Tay.
Every now and then their gazes would collide, and Tay felt so subby, dropping their eyes even as Guilia smiled approvingly.
“Foot here.” She tapped the couch, beckoning Tay forward until they could rest their boot on the edge of the couch. And then Guilia started undoing their laces. Undoing their laces. Not the other way round.
She must have sensed their confusion because she glanced upward. “I like doing things for you, just as much as you like doing them for me. And this has the added benefit of bringing your cunt so very close to my face.”