Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Autumn
My heart is racing as Mace carries me into his bedroom. He’s gentle when he deposits me onto the bed. “Dress off, sweetheart.”
There’s something poignant about me taking my own dress off, since he was the one to put it on. As soon as I pull it over my head, I toss it to the side and rise onto my knees in the middle of the bed. The only thing I’m wearing now is my yellow panties.
I’m treated to a striptease as Mace removes his clothes, ending with him lowering his jeans and underwear over his hips.
My breath hitches when his cock pops free. I can feel his gaze boring into mine as he shrugs the rest of the way out of the denim. Once he’s naked, he grasps his erection and slides his hand up and down the shaft.
He reaches for the drawer on the nightstand, holds up a condom, and tears the wrapper open with his teeth, never releasing his erection. Seconds later, he rolls it on and steps closer to me. “You can change your mind at any point, Autumn,” he says in a soft voice.
“I won’t,” I tell him, trying to be brave. It’s so cliché for me to think his penis is huge, but isn’t it? Even more clichéd would be to suggest it won’t fit. Of course it will, won’t it?
Mace releases his hard-on, leans toward me, grabs me around the waist, and lifts me off my knees so he can drop me onto my back.
I’m panting as he plants his hands on either side of my head. “I will never pressure you to have sex, Autumn. This is a big step. If you’re not ready, we won’t do it. Maybe you’d like to take a few minutes to familiarize yourself with my cock. It will help ease your anxiety.”
I lick my lips. I don’t glance down because I’m kind of nervous about how to touch his erection. Even though I’ve had thoughts of doing so, and even kneeling before him, I’m woefully unprepared. “I’m not going to change my mind. I’m a grown adult. It’s ridiculous that I haven’t had sex.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not ridiculous. It’s sweet and precious. I like knowing that part of the reason you haven’t given yourself to anyone was that you were waiting for me.”
“I was,” I murmur.
“And I’m not going anywhere. Ever. I’m yours, sweetheart. Always. No matter what. I don’t care if you need a year to be ready to give me your virginity.”
He’s so sweet. It makes me want him even more. My pussy is pulsing, and wetness is leaking out, coating my panties. I decide to be a bit bratty. “Maybe it’s you who isn’t ready. That’s okay, you know. If you’re scared or need more time.”
He chuckles. “Sassy girl.” Bending his elbows, he brings his lips to mine.
I soften a bit under him as he nibbles around my mouth. When he pulls back, I’m panting and more eager than ever. “Besides you already put the condom on.”
He narrows his gaze. “Doesn’t matter, naughty girl. You can always say no up to the last second or even when I’m halfway in.”
“Okay.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Autumn. I’m going to pull your panties off and eat your pussy until you scream. An orgasm will help your cunt relax so you can take my cock easier.”
All I can do is stare at him. His bluntness about eating my pussy shocks me. It shouldn’t. I know it’s something people do. I just didn’t expect Mace to suggest such a thing at this precise moment.
I lick my lips as I squeeze my thighs together. “Is that, uh… Is that something men enjoy?”
“Oh, Baby girl. Eating you will always be the highlight of every day.”
My eyes bug out. “Every day?”
“Definitely. Once I’ve tasted you, I’ll never be able to get enough. There will be nothing sweeter than having my girl writhe under the attention of my lips and tongue. I’m hoping you’re so squirmy that I’m forced to hold you down.”
My face heats. He can’t be serious.
Holding my gaze, he shoves off the mattress with his hands and moves them to the elastic of my panties. He watches my expression while he lowers them down my legs and off.
“Pull your knees up to your chest and let them fall to the bed, sweetheart.”
Am I getting enough oxygen? I feel lightheaded.
Daddy lifts a brow. He’s in his Dominant headspace. I love it when he orders me around. And I’m unable to disobey him.
Doing as I’m told, I bend my knees and drop them open wide.
“Good girl,” he mumbles as he shifts his attention to my wet pussy. “Such a good girl…” His hands come to my inner thighs, pressing them wider, restraining me as his thumbs tug my tender skin, parting my folds.
I whimper at the sensation. It feels as though he has opened me up. It’s embarrassing having him stare at my pussy like this. I’ve never felt more submissive than I do right now.
“Daddy…” I’m wobbling between Little space and my adult self. He told me that’s fine. It’s not really avoidable because my adult likes to fantasize about being forced to accept whatever Daddy says or does. Not just any Daddy; only Mace.
It’s so strange turning my imagination into reality. I’m here with Mace, my dream man, in his home, in his bed. Naked. And he’s going to turn all my fantasies into reality.
“You’ve visualized this,” Daddy says.
“Yes…” The word comes out like a hiss.
“When you’ve pictured my mouth on you, was I holding you down?”
My face heats further. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Tuck your hands under your thighs, Baby girl.” He releases some of the pressure so I can wiggle my fingers beneath my legs.
“Good girl.” When he presses my thighs again, my hands are slightly trapped. I could pull them out, of course, but he’s giving me the illusion of restraint. And my body throbs with need.
Daddy leans over my chest and flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. “Fuck, your tits are sexy.”
My eyes roll back as he switches to the other one. Then he sucks it into his mouth, and I moan. I try to arch my chest toward him, but I don’t have much leverage.
Everything he does feels so good. Even his kisses are amazing. But this… I had no idea how it would feel to have my nipples played with, let alone suckled.
Keeping my legs pinned open, my hands under them, Mace torments my swollen buds back and forth until I’m out of my mind. Apparently, I enjoy nipple play. When he grips one distended tip between his teeth, the slight pain makes me cry out.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Fuck, yes…”
Mace chuckles, his breath hitting my stomach as he nibbles a path toward my pussy. I’m so wet that my arousal is dripping between my butt cheeks. I can feel my pulse in my lower lips.
Daddy drags his tongue between my folds and flicks it over my clit.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. This is ten times better than my imagination. No book can fully convey what I’m experiencing.
Without warning, he thrusts his tongue into my opening and then sucks as much of my pussy as he can fit into his mouth.
I cry out as he holds my folds and clit captive, maintaining the suction.
“Mace… Ohgod…” My head rolls to the side. I can’t see. All I can do is feel.
He releases the pressure, but only long enough to shift his focus entirely to my clit, sucking it rhythmically while tormenting it with his tongue. It feels ten times larger than normal, swollen and throbbing.
Suddenly, I’m on the edge of the abyss, floating out of my body, suspended in a state of total bliss right before I come harder than ever before.
My body jerks over and over with my release. Never in my life did I expect to feel this sated, and he hasn’t even entered me yet. I want him to, though. More than anything. I need his cock inside me. I want to feel the pressure of his body on top of mine while he fills me so deeply.
“Please…” I’m panting. My voice is whiny. “Daddy…”
He wipes his lips on his forearm and meets my blurry gaze. “You can beg all you want, naughty girl, but Daddy will fill your pussy when he’s good and ready.”
I whimper at his words. Somehow, his unexpected statement makes me even hornier. More wetness gathers between my legs.
“You’ll come when Daddy tells you, understood?”
A shudder wracks my body. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now. I want to stretch your tight cunt before I enter it.”
“Yes, Daddy.” God, his words… I think I’m more aroused than I was before I came.
“Move your hands on top of your thighs. I want you to hold them open for me.”
Shaking, I do as I’m told. It’s obscene, and I love it.
“That’s a good girl. Keep your palms right there, and your legs open wide. If you move them, I’ll spank you.”
More tremors. He knows exactly how to make me hot. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Your bottom is not available to me, right now, Baby girl. If I have to pause to spank you, the swat will go directly on your pussy. No warning.”
My body flinches as I gasp. It seems that the blood drains from my face.
“Yes, Sir.” Surely, he recognizes that there’s a solid chance I’m going to intentionally disobey him because now I really want to know what it will feel like to have my pussy spanked.
Not yet, though. I’m desperate for him to push a finger into me, hopefully more than one.
Mace strokes my folds reverently. “So smooth,” he whispers. “So fucking pretty. Such a greedy little cunt. Your skin is swollen and pink. Just looking at you makes my cock ache.”
I moan, willing him to stop stalling, not stupid enough to ask, though.
With one hand, he pulls the hood back from my clit. “Do you have any idea how large this pink button is, Autumn?”
I don’t think he expects an answer, nor could I give him one if I wanted. I’m totally tongue-tied.
Daddy drags a finger through my wetness and uses it to circle my clit, driving me mad. When he taps the bundle of nerves, I nearly shoot off the bed.
“Don’t forget to hold your legs open, naughty girl,” he warns. “If you can’t obey that simple instruction, next time I’ll tie you to the bed, spread wide open.”
Does he think that’s a deterrent? It’s definitely not.
Just like his warning about spanking my pussy, now I’m curious to know what it will feel like to be physically restrained.
I suspect everything he says will become a running list of things I want him to do in my head.
And who am I kidding? All of that already exists on the list of fantasies I’ve had without ever voicing them.
I grip my thighs tighter, not wanting to inadvertently disobey him. I want to experience what he’s planning for my pussy first.
Mace pinches my swollen clit between his thumb and pointer, pressing his palm against my pelvis. With his other hand, he teases my entrance. “This pussy is mine,” he growls.
More shuddering as I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Mine will be the first and only fingers to go inside you. Other than yours, of course.” He smirks. “I suspect you’ve fingered your own cunt, haven’t you, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Not anymore. Nothing goes into your pussy without my permission, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Nothing touches this clit without my supervision, either. You don’t rub yourself or do anything to get off without my express consent.”
“I won’t, Daddy. I promise.”
“If I catch you playing with my pussy, I’ll put a chastity belt on you and make you wear it every time you’re not in the same room as me.”
My breath hitches. A chastity belt was not in my repertoire of fantasies, but it is now.
Daddy leans over me, his face closer to mine as he says, “Is that something you want, Baby girl? Do you want Daddy to cover your cunt with a device that stops you from being able to touch yourself?”
I moan so loudly it echoes in the room. The answer is too embarrassing. He could probably suggest hanging me upside down from the ceiling by the ankles and I would find it sexy. It’s his tone.
“If you misbehaved in front of other people while wearing a chastity belt, they would all see it while I spanked you.”
I’m going to combust in a moment if he doesn’t stop torturing me with such naughty ideas that should horrify me. Instead, they drive me closer to another orgasm.
Meanwhile, he keeps stroking between my folds while pinching my clit. It’s maddening and fabulous at the same time.
I’m his. I’ve never felt more certain of anything in my entire life. I hope he’s as sure about us as I am. I’ll be devastated if he changes his mind. The thought makes me cringe.
“Hey, there, Baby girl. Whatever just went through your head, kick it to the curb.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing my eyes so I can focus on his fingers again. When he eases one into me, I whimper. It feels so good, but it also reminds me that I’m far too tight to take his erection—the one bobbing between my legs.
I think he curls his finger upward as he drags it out of me. He touches some part of me that makes me see stars.
“That’s my girl. Let it feel good.”
Good is an understatement. I’m about to orgasm again. I’m going to have bruises on my inner thighs from gripping them so tightly, but I don’t dare move my fingers. I want to come first.
Daddy eases his pointer in and out of me several times before suddenly pinching my clit harder and thrusting two fingers into me.
My body stiffens as I adjust to the stretch. Again, I wonder how he’s going to fit his erection inside me. It’s much larger than two fingers, and already I’m feeling the pressure. Why didn’t I practice this with a dildo over the years?
When he grazes that spot in my channel again, I can’t hold back another second. “Mace…” I cry out as I come around his fingers.
It feels even better than the first orgasm with my pussy filled. He keeps pumping, dragging out the waves of my release until I wince from overstimulation.
I’m reeling, still riding out the pleasure, unable to process his intention when he grabs my hands, hauls them over my head, and presses them against the mattress.
After releasing them, he hauls me closer so that my butt is at the edge of the bed.
And then his fingers are back in mine, threading them together.
His lips descend, kissing me with so much passion that I moan into his mouth.
I’m still pulsing, mourning the loss of pressure inside me. But suddenly, his cock is at my entrance, and then he thrusts into me, all the way to the hilt.
The shock of being so filled is overwhelming, but it only lasts a few seconds before I realize I’m not in pain. It’s tight, but nothing hurts. I whimper against Mace’s mouth and murmur, “Yes…”