Free Big Beautiful Little by Ava Sinclair

that phone to the finance company and explain the situation. And then you are going to contact a lawyer who can give you the proper steps to repossessing that car…”
    She shook her head. “How can I hire a lawyer? Nick’s put me in a financial hole.”
    “I’ll pay for it.”
    “No,” she said adamantly. “You can’t.”
    “I can,” he said. “And I am. I’m going to help you out of this mess.” When she began to shake her head, he took her gently by the arms.
    “Tiffany, listen. This is who I am. It’s what I do. I want to take care of you, princess. Haven’t you figured that out yet? I want you to be my little girl, my perfect, curvy girl. That means you need to learn how to relax and let me do it.”
    She pulled away. “And then what? Have you leave?”
    He was quiet for a moment. “And what makes you think I would?”
    “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms. “I mean, you know about the lifestyle, about age play.”
    “Yes.” He nodded. “I had a partner for several years. Her name was Katrina.”
    “So what happened? Why did you leave her?”
    “I didn’t leave her, Tiffany. She left me.”
    Tiffany found this hard to believe, and realized her doubt registered on her face.
    “It happens,” he said. “Age-play relationships are like any other. Sometimes the needs of one partner don’t align themselves with the needs of another. Katrina was very high maintenance. We met when she was young. She wasn’t as well rounded as she could have been. There were areas of her life I sought to improve, but she fought me. I think she felt like if she changed for the better, it would mean she’d have to grow up. I could never make her understand that it wasn’t a child I wanted, but an adult women submitting like a child. Those are two separate things. She wanted a man who could control her 24/7 and spank her when she bratted, which was all the time. But I had a business to run and couldn’t give her that kind of attention.” He shrugged. “She found somebody else.”
    “She was crazy,” Tiffany said before she could stop herself.
    “No crazier than Nick was to leave you.”
    Lance leaned in then and kissed Tiffany, the feeling of his mouth on hers a complete surprise. The gentleness of it overwhelmed her. The kiss was soft as her arms tentatively moved up his broad chest to wrap around his neck. But then he pulled her to him and the kiss deepened as he growled against her mouth. His tongue stroked hers as his large hands slid down her body, skimming her curves through the shift she wore and lower still until he was cupping and lifting her cheeks in his large hands. She could feel her pussy pulsing rhythmically, feel her panties soaking as he pulled her to him. Tiffany felt the hardness of his cock pressing into her.
    “Is this how all personal trainers operate?” Tiffany asked with a giggle when their lips parted.
    “Only the ones who decide to train their women to be the perfect little girl. Are you ready for that, princess?”
    Any part of Tiffany that could have said ‘no’ was washed away by the wave of arousal she felt as his arms tightened possessively around her.
    “So what happens now?” she asked.
    “Now,” he said. “We go back to my place.”
    Lance didn’t wait for an answer. There was a wrap on the hall tree by the door and he put it around Tiffany’s shoulders and led her out to his truck. It was late afternoon and the ever-present mist hung over the curving streets that wound their way past the gym and into a nicer neighborhood.
    Tiffany’s eyes widened when she saw Lance’s house. Although the gym was nice, he’d not put off the air of a wealthy man. But this house certainly indicated that he’d done quite well for himself. The two-story, Tudor-style home had a classic design with a sharply peaked slate roof. But inside, the house had a surprisingly modern open floor plan.
    “This view is amazing!” Tiffany remarked as she