Page 36 of Tying Little Tay (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #13)
Guilia
When Tay placed their foot on the edge of the couch, Guilia got a flash of their delectable cunt, and it was almost more than she could bear. Touching herself while Tay had stripped, their whole being oscillating between awkward shyness and flashes of confidence.
The vulnerability of the action was endearing, but it was also hot.
So fucking hot.
Tay was choosing to strip for Guilia, to reveal of themself to her, and it showed how much they trusted Guilia.
That was all that Guilia wanted, really. She wanted Tay to trust them enough to let themself be vulnerable. Because when Tay was vulnerable, they weren’t masking or hiding their true self.
She wanted them to trust that when Guilia wanted them, she wanted all of them, and they would only truly believe that if they showed all of themself to Guilia.
Tay was trembling, as if they couldn’t quite believe that Guilia could possibly want to do this tiny act of service for them.
It probably shouldn’t have been that surprising; Guilia wasn’t unaware of the kind of Doms and Dommes who would have considered such an act beneath them, but she considered nothing beneath her.
Those who thought that being dominant, being Daddy, was all about putting in place rules and laying down the law?
They’d really lost sight of what dominance really was.
It was an act of service in its own right. It was about taking someone and cherishing them and their desires; about making them sing.
Tay deserved to sing. All subs—Little or otherwise—deserved to sing.
She ran her fingers up the inside of Tay’s thigh, and they squeaked, an adorable sound that almost had Guilia abandoning the St Andrew’s Cross altogether in favor of burying her face in Tay’s cunt right now.
But they had been so very excited about the St Andrew’s Cross, and so she reluctantly pulled her hand back, turning her attention instead to the laces of Tay’s boot.
They were large, made of black leather, and felt very Tay. She had rarely seen them wear any other footwear and suspected that they made them feel gender euphoria.
She took her time, undoing the bow at first, and then loosening the laces at each eyehole until they were open enough for her to pull the tongue forward, and urge Tay’s foot up and out of the boot.
“Next boot, per favore ,” she said, slipping into her native tongue momentarily.
A wobble almost had Tay falling over, but they righted themselves before placing the next boot on the edge of the couch.
This time Guilia tried to avoid glancing up to the wet warm promise between Tay’s thighs and focused on the laces instead.
Laces, then loosening, then tongue. She liked how it felt, taking Tay’s shoes off, as if she were guiding them, helping them in a ritualized preparation before their scene.
It was something she’d like to talk to them more about, she realized.
It seemed it was an important thing for her to do.
She liked showing her affection and care for Tay.
It was important to know that in a scene they were just as important as Guilia.
“Slip your socks off,” she said. “I want you naked for me, conigliette.”
Tay almost fell over in their enthusiasm to follow Guilia’s instructions, and her Daddy had to put out a hand to steady them, before leading them over to the cross. They bounced on the spot, their whole body suffused with excitement.
“I want to give you something to hold,” Guilia said, pulling a metal marble out of her pocket.
“This is solid enough that it will make quite a loud noise when it hits the floor, so you don’t have to worry about speaking if you end up going nonverbal.
Once you’ve had enough, just open your hand and it’ll hit the floor.
And if you get so overwhelmed that you let it drop, then you probably need a break anyway. Bene?”
“ Bene ,” confirmed Tay, taking the marble and weighing it in their hand. “Sounds like a plan, Daddy.”
They stepped up to the St Andrew’s Cross, reaching out to feel the padding and get a feel for it, and as they did, Guilia came up behind them, pressing up against their back and kissing their neck.
The shiver that ran through their body hinted at the pleasure that had been promised them.
Guilia caught one of their wrists, kissing up their arm, and then looped it with rope, a column tie deftly put in place, before turning her attention to Tay’s other wrist.