Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Mace
I turn Autumn fully toward me and set my hands on her thighs. My palms are on her bare legs. My fingers are blocked from touching her tender skin by the thin cotton. I’m well-aware that I’m inches from her pussy.
Her breath hitches, and she stiffens, but she doesn’t push me away. She’s curious about a lot of things.
“Has anyone ever spanked you, Autumn? As an adult, I mean.”
“No, Sir,” she mutters.
“But you’ve read about it and fantasized about it?”
She squirms. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re intrigued. You want to know what it will feel like.”
She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
“I need you to answer my earlier question, sweetheart. How many men have you had sex with?” This detail is fucking important. It will dictate my next moves.
Autumn sets her hands on top of mine. “None,” she whispers.
“That’s pitiful. I know. I’m twenty-two.
It’s embarrassing. Everything I know about sex is from reading romance novels and porn.
It’s not like my dad explained it to me in great detail, and my mother died before I was old enough for the birds-and-the-bees talk.
” She lifts her gaze, sitting taller. “I’m not ignorant. I’m just inexperienced.”
My fucking heart is going to beat out of my chest. What a gem she is. I keep my voice even when I ask, “Does that bother you, sweetheart?”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
I flinch. “Me? Why would I be bothered by your virginity, Baby girl? If I’m lucky enough to convince you that you belong with me, I’ll be honored and humbled to know that I’ll be the first and only man to be inside you.”
Her jaw drops. “You can’t be serious. Why would you want to have sex with someone who has no idea how to please you?”
“Oh, sweet girl. That’s not how it works.
Put any concerns out of your mind. You please me simply by existing.
I hate the circumstances that brought you to my door, but I’m so fucking glad you’re here, and I’m ten times more pleased to have discovered we share a mutual attraction.
It hasn’t been one-sided all these years. ”
“Still…”
I shake my head. “With respect to your virginity, I’m a caveman, sweetheart.” I thrust my chest out a bit. “Have my pecs grown in the last few seconds from how fucking elated I am?”
She giggles. She’s absently rubbing my knuckles with her fingertips.
“There are no rights or wrongs regarding sex, Autumn. When you’re ready, I will do my very best to make your first time pleasurable.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“Of course I can.” I squeeze her thighs. “Now, stop worrying about sex. When we get there, we get there.”
“You’re so certain.”
“Very. Yes.” I’m beyond certain. My certainty is growing by the minute. She’s mine. An angel from heaven swooped down and set her in my path. The timing might have been off four years ago, but it’s perfect now.
I hate that her father was murdered for her to get here, but she’s here, and I’m not letting her go without a fight.
“Next question,” I declare.
“I’m not sure I can take another one,” she groans.
“Sassy girl. Tell me in what context you thought about being spanked.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“What kinds of books have you read that include spanking?”
“What kinds?”
“Yep.” She’s stalling. It’s a good sign. If she reads about regular BDSM practices in a club setting or otherwise, she wouldn’t be hedging this much.
“Can we talk about something else? You’re so pushy.”
“I’ll offer a trade.”
She tips her head to one side. “I doubt I’m going to like your trades.”
I smirk. “Me, too. But here it is: Either you answer my question, or you hand over your phone and let me peruse your reading list.”
She winces. “Not a chance. How mortifying!”
“What better way to show me what you’re into than to share your books with me?”
Autumn shakes her head. “No way.”
I draw in a deep breath. “I’ll narrow my questions then. When you visualize getting spanked, who spanks you?”
Her cheeks pinken. “You.”
Fuck, she’s cute again. “Do I spank your bare bottom?”
“Yes.”
I lift a brow. If we’re having this conversation, she should be reverent.
She sighs. “Yes, Sir.”
“What are you wearing in your visions?”
She eyes me skeptically, her brow pinched. “You’re baiting me.”
“Yes.”
She looks away. “Mace…”
“Answer me, Baby girl. What are you wearing?” I’m trying so hard to get her to tell me if she’s Little. I don’t want to drop the Daddy Dom bomb on her if she isn’t aware of the concept.
I’m reasonably confident she is, but I can’t be certain.
Maybe I’m pushing her too far, too fast. She’s tired.
I just got her. Her father died last night.
But at the same time, I suspect she would benefit from a spanking.
It would help her get emotional release.
And I need to know more before I set my palm on her bottom.
She shrugs. “A dress.” Her words are nonchalant, as if this imaginary dress is nothing more than a garment. Everyone wears dresses.
“How long is it?” I prod.
“Mace…”
“How long is the dress, Baby girl? Floor length? Below the knees? Mid-thigh? Barely covering your bottom?”
After a few deep breaths, she whispers, “The last one.”
“Good girl. What do you have on under the dress?” My hope is growing that she has a Little inside her that she’s aware of.
“Panties, I guess.” Her fingertips curl into the backs of my hands. I don’t think she knows it.
“What type, Autumn? A thong? Bikini cut? High cut? Lace and satin? Plain cotton panties?” We may have kicked one elephant out of the room earlier, but another is filling this space so tightly, it’s a wonder either of us can breathe.
“Mace, I…” She snaps her mouth shut. When she lifts her gaze, she asks, “Why are you doing this?”
“So I’ll know what kind of submissive you are.”
“Are there different kinds?”
“I think you know the answer to that, Baby girl.”
“Why do you keep calling me Baby girl?”
“Because every time I do, your heart races, and you lean a little closer to me. Because you like it.” I could easily say, because you’re my Baby girl. But I don’t. I want her to say it. Not me. I’m not planting ideas in her head. I want to know about her dreams.
“Tell me about your panties, Autumn.”
She fidgets under my palms. “I’ve never had a reason to own fancy lingerie, Mace. No one would have seen it.”
“But we aren’t discussing the type of panties you regularly wear, are we?
We’re talking about the panties you have on in your imagination when I prepare to spank you.
The ones I slide down your legs first so your bottom will be bare to my palm, so that I can watch my work while your creamy soft skin turns red and hot. ”
She isn’t breathing. I don’t think she blinked while I spoke, either.
“I think you already know the answer, Mace.”
“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what panties you have on. Tell me whether you’re wearing a bra or not.
Tell me how your hair is fixed. Tell me whether you have socks on and what they look like.
Tell me how tight your dress is. Is it skintight like the skirt you were wearing when you got here, or is it loose and flowy so it would flare out if you spun around? ”
Her face is bright red now. She licks her lips and says, “Dare.”
I cock my head to one side. “Dare?”
“Yes. If this is truth or dare, I’ve changed my mind. Get my phone. You can look through it.”
I chuckle. “Well played, sweetheart.”