Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mace
When everyone leaves, I suggest Autumn eat lunch, but she shakes her head, cocks out a hip, and crosses her arms. “Tell me what’s going on first,” she demands in her adult voice.
I’m fascinated by her ability to switch between her adult self and her Little so seamlessly after only beginning to practice any form of age play a few days ago.
I won’t pressure her on this issue. She deserves to know the truth. Taking her by the shoulder, I guide her to the sofa. I get a certain level of satisfaction from seeing her wince when she sits next to me.
I cover one of Autumn’s hands with mine. “Our PI tracked down Frank’s ex-wife. He spoke to her this morning. Her name is Addison, and she’s been hiding from him ever since she left.”
Autumn’s eyes are wide. “It’s all so bizarre. He always seemed so normal to me. He had two lives.”
“It would appear so. He grew even angrier after Addison left.”
“I still can’t believe he blamed my father for anything that happened during his deployment.”
“According to Addison, Frank ranted all the time about being traumatized by what he experienced during active duty. He grumbled about your father being the cause of his problems. She feared for her safety and couldn’t stand to be around him any longer, so she left, which only made him angrier.”
Autumn twists her fingers together. “That’s so sad. For Addison, I mean. She must be scared.”
I clasp Autumn’s hands with one of mine, hoping to calm her nerves. “I’m sure she is.”
“Can we help her?”
I smile. “Already on it, sweetheart. We were concerned for her safety, considering we have to presume Frank is now even more unhinged and dangerous. They’ve moved her to a safehouse.”
Autumn’s eyes widen. “Just like that? You moved a stranger who’s only peripherally involved in my father’s murder?”
Frowning, I nod. “Yes, Baby girl. That’s what we do.”
“But no one is paying you.” Autumn gasps and sits taller. “I should be paying you. You need to bill me at your normal rate.”
I chuckle. “You’re not paying me, Autumn. Neither is Addison. Sometimes, Black Blade Protection takes on high-paying customers to do a job, and sometimes, we take pro bono cases. This falls under the latter.”
“But I’m not poor. Or, at least, my father wasn’t. I have access to his accounts.”
Squeezing her hands, I lean in closer. “Wipe it out of your head, sweetheart. We’re not having this discussion.”
She sighs. “Maybe another day,” she murmurs.
“Maybe never. Do I need to spank you again?” I reach over and lift her off the cushion to settle her sideways across my lap.
She snuggles against me and wraps her arms around me. “No,” she whispers. “I’m not sure it will ever have the same effect now that…”
Grinning, I tip her head back, forcing her to look at me. “Now that you’ve had an audience.”
Her cheeks pinken, and she bites her lower lip.
I kiss her precious forehead. “I’ve created a monster.”
“Daddy…”
We both shake with my laughter. “Don’t you worry, Baby girl. We’re learning what makes you tick. We’ll figure it all out in time and make sure you get what you need.”
“I’m weird,” she grumbles.
“Nope. You’re you. You’re not the only Little on this planet with an exhibitionist kink.”
Autumn blows out a long breath. “It purged my icky feelings.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
She twists in my arms and maneuvers herself until she’s straddling my lap. Sitting tall, she rocks forward to press her pussy against my cock. Her hands come to my shoulders and then slide up to cup my head. “I want to have sex.”
My girl is bold.
I ease my hands under her short dress and up to her bare back. “Is that so?”
“Yes, and if you turn me down, I’ll be so embarrassed that I’ll run and hide in the back of your closet so you can’t see me.”
I chuckle. She’s adorable. And she’s thought this through.
After tugging on her braids, I hold one in each hand. “I won’t turn you down,” I assure her, but I’m concerned. “I want you to be certain. There’s a lot going on in your life right now. I don’t want you to make any hasty decisions you might regret later.”
“It’s not hasty. I’ve wanted to have sex with you for the last four years.
” She doesn’t look away as she tells me this.
Something I’ve already surmised. “I’ve fantasized about this hundreds of times.
It’s always you in my imagination. No matter what happens to us, even if you get tired of me or decide I’m too much trouble someday, I’ll never regret having had sex with you. ”
I flinch. “Sweetheart, I will never grow tired of you or think you’re not worth the trouble. Never. Wipe that thought out of your head.”
She shrugs. “I’m kind of needy. I was paralyzed this morning because I wanted you to dress me. That’s next-level needy.”
I tip her head back more, wanting to be sure I have her full attention.
“Autumn, I’m a Daddy Dom. I’ve known that most of my life.
Letting me take care of you fuels my soul.
The needier you are, the harder I fall for you.
There is no limit to how much I will do for you.
Not just willingly, but with great pleasure. ”
My girl stares at me. “You had to stop making breakfast in order to take me to the bathroom and dress me.”
“With immense joy and a hard-on, sweetheart.”
“Really?” She frowns adorably.
“Really.” After sliding my hands to her panty-covered bottom, I grip her warm cheeks, making her wince. Making me smirk. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
Her cheeks darken further. “Even when I’m Little?”
“No matter what headspace you’re in, Baby girl.
You’re always an adult. Even when you’re wearing youthful clothing or drinking from a sippy cup.
You’re still an adult, Autumn. A grown woman who likes someone to take care of her more deeply than others.
Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. It’s a kink. One that millions of people practice.”
She cocks her head to the side and gives me a coy smile. “So, you’ll have sex with me?”
“Yes.”
She narrows her gaze. “Now? Or are you mincing my words and you’re going to tell me you’ll fuck me in two weeks?”
Another chuckle escapes my lips. “I’m never going to fuck you, Autumn. I’ll make love to you, and I’ll do it right now if you’re sure you’re ready.”
My girl rocks her pussy firmly against my fully erect cock.
Groaning, I grip her ass tighter. “Hold on to my neck, naughty girl.”
She smiles broadly and wraps her legs tightly around my waist as I stand.
We’re doing this. I won’t turn her down.
That would be cruel. I had hoped she would wait a while, give herself time to grieve, but if she doesn’t want to hold off any longer, I won’t deny her. I’ll never deny this woman anything.