Chapter 14 (Continuation - REVISED)

I looked down at Mioko lying on her back, grinning up at me with that mixture of nervous anticipation and bratty challenge in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her puffy nipples already stiff and pointing skyward.

“Ready for the front?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“Hai, Daniel-san,” she breathed, her grin widening.

I squirted lotion into my hands and rubbed them together to warm it. “Close your eyes, Little One.”

“Hai, Siren,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering shut.

I placed my hands on her collarbones and began to work the lotion into her skin with slow, deliberate strokes. Her skin was impossibly soft, like warm silk under my palms. I worked my way across her shoulders, down her slender arms, paying special attention to her small wrists and delicate fingers.

She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing into the mattress.

I moved my hands to her flat chest, carefully avoiding her nipples for now. I wanted her anticipation to build. My hands glided over her ribs – I could count every one – and down to her narrow waist.

“So small,” I murmured. “So delicate.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed softly.

I worked my way down to her hips, her hipbones sharp and prominent under my hands. Then to her thighs, kneading the muscles that had supported her kneeling position for so long tonight.

She began to squirm as my hands moved higher on her inner thighs.

“Stay still,” I commanded softly.

“Hai, Siren,” she breathed, but I could see her hands clenching the sheets.

I deliberately avoided her pussy, moving instead to her other thigh and working my way back down to her knee, then her calf, then her tiny foot.

“Daniel-san,” she whimpered. “Please...”

“Please what?”

“Please ... touch me.”

“Touch you where, Mioko?”

She swallowed hard. “My ... my pussy, Sir.”

“Not yet.”

I heard her groan in frustration, and I smiled.

I moved back up to her chest and finally – finally – let my thumbs graze across her puffy nipples.

She gasped and arched her back. “Oh!”

I circled each nipple slowly with my thumbs, feeling them harden even more under my touch. They were surprisingly large and sensitive, standing out proudly from her flat chest.

“These are very responsive, aren’t they?”

“Hai! Very sensitive, Sir!”

I pinched one gently between my thumb and forefinger, and she cried out.

“Too much?”

“No! No, Sir, it’s perfect! Please don’t stop!”

I continued to tease her nipples, alternating between gentle circles and firmer pinches. Every touch made her gasp and squirm, her hips lifting off the bed involuntarily.