Chapter 14 #2
We have a lifetime ahead of us. I refuse to regret the four years I was negligent and didn’t tell her how I felt because that was the time she needed to learn about herself and what she wanted.
Four years ago, my girl had no idea she was Little.
She grew into that over time. It’s better that she discovered it on her own than to have been led down this path by me.
If I had courted her at eighteen, she might have been malleable enough for me to guide in the direction of age play, but would she have been able to claim that kink as her own?
Or would she have later questioned its legitimacy?
There’s no denying the timing of this sucks.
I keep reminding myself that Autumn is here because her father died.
I’m mourning his loss, too. He was a friend, mentor, and all-around amazing human being.
I can’t believe I’ll never be able to call him again.
I’ll never hear his advice, his laughter during light moments, his firm rigidity during times of battle.
He was like a father to me. And he’s gone because some fucker had a grudge.
I’m confident the man who did this acted alone. I have every detail about him. A team of people is following him. As soon as I have confirmation that he’s the one who murdered James Burke, he’s a dead man.
A shot to the head? Fuck, no. He deserves a slow, painful death. It’s only fair. That’s what he delivered to Burke.
He won’t be the first ugly soul I’ve rid from this globe, and there’s a solid chance he won’t be the last. But hopefully, he will be the only one for whom my revenge is personal.
When I finally release my girl’s lips, I do so slowly, easing back, looking in her eyes, pressing my forehead against hers.
She’s panting. She’s also squirming, trying to wiggle forward so she can rub her pussy against my cock. I have a limit on what I can handle, however, and that exceeds it by far.
I’m not having sex with Autumn so soon after her father died, especially since I now know I will be her first and only lover. She won’t regret it, but she will wait until a more appropriate time. Though I’m not sure how long we can hold out.
That doesn’t mean I won’t give her pleasure. I already have, once. I’m sure I will many times between now and when I let her have my cock. I’ve waited four years to claim her. I can wait a bit longer.
Autumn is practically a liquid, slumping toward me. It’s easy to tip her backward until she’s lying against my legs. Her head nestles between my shins. Her legs are spread wide with her feet planted alongside my hips.
I set my hands on her thighs. “You’re mine, Autumn.”
She whimpers. Her eyes are glassy. Her cheeks are pink, and her lips are swollen and wet. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. She has no makeup on, and I know she thinks she needs it, but I disagree. I like her natural beauty.
I won’t deny her, though. I wouldn’t want her to have self-esteem issues over something as simple as mascara and foundation. She ordered everything she needed while I cleaned up the kitchen from lunch.
“Lift your arms above your head, Baby girl,” I encourage her in my bossy voice.
She shivers. It takes her a few seconds to obey me, and finally, she awkwardly raises her arms until they rest bent against my feet.
“That’s a good girl.” When I set my palms on her hips, she arches her chest and moans.
“Mace…”
“The position makes you feel vulnerable, Baby girl. When your arms are lifted, your breasts feel high and exposed. Your shirt rises, making it seem as though your tummy is visible.” I set a palm on her pelvis, over her sweater. Not even a sliver of her skin is exposed, but it will be soon.
“My needy girl was trying to rub her pussy against my cock,” I say, letting her know that didn’t get past me.
“Mace…”
“Daddy, sweetheart. You can scream my name in bed; otherwise, I’m Daddy.” I think she’s ready to use the honorific. It’s just hard to let it slide out of her mouth the first time.
I move my hands to her knees and slowly ease them up her thighs until my thumbs are inches from her pussy and my fingers are gripping her hips.
She moans again, louder this time, squirming with desperation.
I love that I do this to her, make her eyes roll back as she loses the ability to think.
I want her to know that I can and will give her pleasure as often as I want.
Sometimes, it will come in the form of a simple caress like the one she’s getting now.
Other times, I will strip her naked and tease her sweet body until she’s writhing and begging for release.
Watching her, I stroke my thumbs slowly back and forth, grazing her inner thighs, not touching where she most needs contact. My hands are on her leggings. Her sweater has risen enough to allow me to see her cotton-covered pussy. The spandex is tight, leaving nothing to the imagination.
God, I want to strip these leggings off her. I also want to spread her out and feast on her pussy until she screams my name. I have a lifetime to worship her body. We’ll get there. One day at a time.
The next time she arches her chest, I ease my hands under her sweater, watching her face as I push it higher until her tummy is exposed and all that’s left unrevealed is her chest.
I wonder what bra she’s wearing. I know she’s got one on. I’ve felt the straps every time I’ve touched her back.
Without lifting her sweater farther, I slide my hands under the soft material and cup her breasts.
Autumn nearly bucks off me, digging her heels into the cushion at my hips and lifting her chest clear off my legs. She’s so responsive to every little touch. My cock is hard from just watching her. It won’t take much to make her come, and it’s possible I’ll reach my own release inside my jeans.
When I graze my thumbs over her lace-covered nipples, she cries out. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her mouth is hanging open.
I flick her nipples, turning them into rock-hard points, loving how she moans. She grips my ankles with both hands, anchoring herself.
“Do you think about me when you masturbate, Baby girl?”
Autumn whimpers. “Yes…” It’s more of a long hiss.
“Do I touch your nipples like this, or do I pinch them, sweetheart?”
“Both…” she releases on another moan.
With the tips captured by my fingers and thumbs, I squeeze them hard enough to sting. I release them seconds later and ease my palms back to her thighs.
She’s panting, her head lolling back and forth. “Mace…”
After gripping her inner thighs, I torment her with my thumbs, dragging them back and forth, so close to her pussy.
Fuck me. I’m in love with this woman. I won’t freak her out by saying it yet, but it’s right there at the surface, bubbling out of my heart. She’s my everything.
I move my thumbs closer to her core and pull at her skin, knowing without seeing that I’m parting her lips.
She gasps and tips her head back. “Mace…”
I lift one hand, flatten it against her pussy, and grind.
Autumn cries out as her body pulses under my touch. My palm grows warm against her. She needed this release. I’m glad I could give it to her.
My cock is not happy, but it can wait. I won’t rush her. She’s my world.