“Not in this context at least. Now…” She tapped her stylus. “I have been told that the two of you have been abstaining from sexual activity in your play—at least up until now. Is that true?”
“Yes,” I said, truthfully enough.
“But I think you would like to be sexual.”
“Well, um…” I shifted on Salt’s lap uncomfortably and felt that hard, hot lump I knew was his cock pressing against my ass.
“Yes,” Salt said at the same time I said,
“I guess so.” I wasn’t sure if that was true or not but it came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Very good.” She nodded. “And tell me, mishka, what would that look like? What would it feel like to be sexual with your partner…with your Papa?”
“Um…you want me to describe it?” I was getting more and more uncomfortable.
She nodded. “In the context of your play, yes.”
“So you mean I would get…get into Little-space and let him touch me?” I asked flatly. The idea still bothered me a lot, even though she had made it crystal clear that what we were doing was just role playing.
“Exactly.” She nodded again.
“What if I can’t?” I asked, trying desperately to get back to the case and away from the forbidden territory Salt and I were stumbling around in like a deadly mine field. “Are you going to help me? Can you prescribe something that will make me be a better, more, uh, sexual Little?”
“Naturally not. We don’t prescribe pharmaceuticals here.” She frowned. “I don’t think you need such help, anyway. What I will give you is an assignment. Tonight, when the two of you are alone in your suite, I want you to do your best to go into Little-space and let your partner—your Papa—touch you.”
“But—”
“Now, you don’t have to be in the headspace of the age you’re playing now,” she said quickly before I could get my protest out. “In fact, I think it would be better if you weren’t. But you can imagine yourself as older, if you like. A girl in the first flush of womanhood, just discovering her body.”
“But…how will that be for Sa—I mean, for my Papa?” I asked lamely, casting a glance at him and shifting awkwardly on his lap. My heart was pounding and my face felt hot—I couldn’t remember ever feeling so uncomfortable. But somehow it didn’t occur to me to simply leave and go back to my own chair.
“I think it will be good,” Dr. Lucy said simply. “Those that have a craving for Age Play in the Big aspect often find the nurturing role a very fulfilling one. It allows them to engulf their Little with everything deep and powerful within them. When that play becomes sexual—as it often does—and the Big guides his Little and shows her ways to enjoy her body, the energy between them…the complexity of sensations and emotions, well, it can be extremely intense.”
“It, uh, sounds intense,” I said.
“But what about you, Mr. Saltanov?” Dr. Lucy asked, looking at Salt. “I can’t presume to speak for you in this. How do you feel about this assignment? Do you want to touch mishka sexually?”
“Yes,” he said in a low voice.
I looked back at him, wondering if he was just saying this because he thought the doctor wanted to hear it.
“And how would you like to touch her? What do you want to do?” Dr. Lucy inquired, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.
Wow, I really wished she wouldn’t be so direct! I had never heard of a therapist being so head-on, so unflinchingly honest. Maybe this was just her technique or maybe, as she had said at the beginning, she just felt like we had a lot of ground to cover and little time to cover it in.
“I want…” Salt cleared his throat. “Mostly I want to hold her. To touch her everywhere. To bring her pleasure.”
“You…you do?” I couldn’t help asking.
Holding my eyes with his own, he nodded. I felt like my heart was beating triple time but I couldn’t look away. Oh God, the idea of lying completely naked in his arms and letting him run those big, warm hands all over me…The image formed in my brain and somehow I couldn’t get rid of it.