Little Like You

You knew better than to sneak into her room. You did it anyway. Now Mia Little has you where she wants you—under her, exactly how she likes her toys. She doesn’t ask if you belong there. She reminds you that you don’t. Her voice is sharp, her feet closer than they should be, and her favorite dildo already in hand. She edges you without touching you, every slap across your ass coming with a quiet laugh that says you earned it. You stay small. She stays in control. The more you try not to move, the harder she makes it. Every time you get close she stops. Every time you think she might let you have it, she pulls back. Feet planted, eyes steady, she makes sure you stay exactly where she put you.