Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Isaac
As I stand outside Amber’s door, I lean my forehead against it. I can’t go in there until I have my breathing under control. I sound like I’ve gone for a long run.
I keep reliving the last hour in my head. I spent the first part tidying up, wasting time, noticing that the shower did not come on. So much time passed that I finally decided I should check on her. I rationalized that she was a bit out of sorts when I left her in the bathroom. What if she fainted or something?
I couldn’t fathom what was taking her so long. She hadn’t even turned the water on. She couldn’t be playing a game or reading on her phone because it was plugged into the outlet in the kitchen where I put it when we got home from the clinic.
Eventually, I went to her door. I’d closed it, but I knew it wouldn’t be locked. I’d been the one to shut it. When I knocked softly and called out her name, there was no response.
And then I heard her. I couldn’t be sure what she’d said, but she could only be talking to me, and I thought she’d said “yes,” so I opened the bedroom door and headed for the bathroom.
Just as I reached up to knock, she spoke again. “I need to add another finger…” Her voice was breathy and sultry.
I froze and flattened my palm on the door instead of knocking. I knew I should get the hell out of her room, but before I could get my legs to obey that command, she continued, “Yes, Sir.”
I inhaled sharply and didn’t move a muscle as I listened to my girl gasping and panting through what was most definitely an orgasm. Who was she talking to?
For a moment, unreasonable jealousy reared its ugly head before I could remind myself that Amber was definitely in the bathroom alone. I was the only other person in the apartment.
My girl was masturbating, and she was visualizing a scene while she did so. I could only hope to heaven the Sir she’d obviously obeyed was me as I finally eased out of the room and quietly shut the door.
I paced outside her room during her long shower and while she eventually turned out the lights, indicating she was in bed. Now, I have a problem. I need to go in and check on her because I said I would. I do not want to start out this precarious relationship with lies, so I need to come clean and tell her what I heard.
Pulling in a deep breath, I knock on the door. “Amber?”
She clears her throat. “Come in.”
I open the door and move toward my girl. She’s all tucked in and looks angelic, with her hair fanning out around her pillow. Her bedding is white. She has the covers pulled up high to her chest, but her arms are out. I think she’s wearing a white tank top. All I can see is the thin straps on her shoulders.
I sit on the edge of the bed and set my hand on top of one of hers, stroking her fingers. Do not fuck around, Isaac. Tell her .
Her brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”
She can tell I’m off. This is why I would never lie to her. I lick my lips. “Nothing is wrong, baby, but you should know I heard you in the bathroom.”
Her breath hitches as she stiffens. “You heard me? In the shower, you mean?”
I shake my head slightly, not looking away. “Before that.”
She bites into her lower lip.
“You were taking so long that I was worried. I knocked on your door and called out your name, but you didn’t hear me. Then you said something, and I thought you were talking to me, so I opened the door. By the time I got to the bathroom, you spoke again, and I realized…”
She groans and throws a forearm over her eyes. “Oh. My. God.”
I lift her other hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “I’m sure you’re mortified, but I wish you wouldn’t be. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I just didn’t think it was fair of me not to tell you.”
Amber jerks her hand out of my clasp and yanks the covers over her head, burrowing deeper under the blankets.
It’s adorable, but I will not laugh. This is not funny to her.
I decide to go for honesty. “I really hope the Dom you were imagining while you touched yourself was me.”
She groans. “Go away.”
I set my hand on her thigh. “I will in a minute, but first, I want you to listen to me.”
She doesn’t respond, which I take as a sign that I can continue. It’s time for me to make my intentions known. It would be foolish for me to let her believe she can continue to hold me at arm’s length indefinitely.
“A lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours. I know you’re confused and frustrated, and that’s understandable. I know you’re struggling to decide what path you want to take in life and who you intend to take on that path with you. I did not mince words last night when I told you that you’re my girl. I mean that. I also believe there’s a Little in you who can’t be ignored and repressed. That Little girl is mine.”
Amber remains very still, not saying a word. That’s okay. She can listen.
“In many ways, I have been Daddying you for a long time. You know it. Just because we didn’t spell it out and we’ve never entered into a physical relationship doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening.” I stroke her thigh. God, I wish I could see her face, but I won’t push her. She’s embarrassed.
“I will not rush you, especially not physically. We’ll take things at your pace, but I am going to Daddy you because we both need it. I’m going to impose some rules because boundaries will make you feel safe and loved. I assume you’re aware that Spence and Ben have a camera in the corner of Cassandra’s playroom.”
Her breath hitches.
“Tomorrow, I’m going to put one in here and in your studio. Do you know why?”
She doesn’t move for long seconds while I wait for her to acknowledge me. Finally, she nods under the covers. Adorable.
I rub her thigh again. “I won’t put one in your bathroom, but you may not close your bedroom door anymore. The bathroom is for going potty, showering, or taking a bath. Nothing else. Understood?”
She nods again. I can feel her body trembling. I can also hear her soft whimper. If she didn’t like what I was saying, she would shove me away and tell me to go fuck myself. Her marginal responses are acquiescence, and I’m so fucking glad.
“While you’re finding yourself and figuring out who Amber is, you will keep your fingers away from your pussy. Your next orgasm will come from my touch. That will happen only when you’re ready to take that step with me. I want to be clear. I want you to be both my Little girl and my woman. I want to hold you, rock you, and take care of you in every way, but at the end of the day, I want you in my bed and in my arms. I want to make you moan in person, not from the illusion of me. The next time you cry out in ecstasy, I want to watch. The next time you say ‘yes, Sir’ I want you to be speaking directly to me.”
She’s trembling hard.
I slide my hand up to her tummy and rub. My chest is tight. I hadn’t expected to say so much, but I did because she was receptive. I did because she is my girl, and I want her to know it.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go over some more rules. I think you’ll benefit from having some boundaries imposed. I probably should’ve taken control months ago, but I’m doing so now. No more Houdini acts. The next time you give me the slip or break any other rule, you will end up over my thighs with your pants and panties around your knees.”
I lean closer so there is no mistaking my meaning. “I will spank your naughty bottom until it’s bright red, and then you’ll stand in the corner and think about your behavior until I give you permission to move.”
Her chest is very pronounced as it rises and falls.
“Recap. Tomorrow, I’m putting cameras in. I’ll have a list of rules. You will not even think of sneaking away from me. And you will not touch your pussy. Breaking my rules will land you over my lap. Do you have any questions?”
After a few seconds, she shakes her head.
“Are we clear, baby?”
She nods.
I want more. “Amber, are we clear?”
She inhales slowly before finally giving me exactly what I want and what she needs. “Yes, Sir.”
Those two words are music to my ears. We have absolutely crossed into new territory. I lean over and kiss the top of her head through the covers. “Good girl.”
It’s time for me to let her sleep, so I stand and stare at her for a few moments before finally leaving the room. I pull her door partly closed, leaving it ajar by about six inches. I meant what I said about the door. I won’t let her hide from me any longer. That’s what she does. She hides from me. From us. She spends hours in this room or her studio so she doesn’t have to face her feelings and admit that she wants more from our relationship. She doesn’t have to take risks if she doesn’t face me.
Those days are over. We’re taking risks now.