Autumn needs nourishment, so I grab her an apple juice. She can drink it while I cook. As I return to her, I pull the straw off the side and poke it into the hole on the top.
She graces me with another giggle, a sound I want to hear for the rest of my life. “Why do you have juice boxes?” she asks, taking it from me.
I shrug as if it’s no big deal. “I also had a grocery order delivered while you were resting. Who doesn’t like apple juice?”
I know my girl is submissive. She’s made that clear. But is she Little? I’ll find out what her kink preferences are when I search her reading material. It’s possible she doesn’t know everything she could about the various types of submission she might enjoy. Maybe she’s only been reading books set in clubs.
While I put water on to boil, I keep a close eye on her. She sucks the juice empty in seconds. She was thirsty and needed the calories, so I grab a second one and prepare it for her. When I hand it to her, I cup her face before releasing it. “Slow down, Baby. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.”
She bites into her sweet lower lip as she holds my gaze. When she releases it, she says, “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, she’s the entire package. She responds to my dominance every time. Even with no practical experience in the kink lifestyle, she’s a natural. What I want to hear from her lips instead of Sir is Daddy. I’m not going to dump that on her yet, but soon.
The juice boxes are going down well. That’s a start. Maybe if I introduce a few things to her and watch her reactions, I’ll know more about her. I’d give anything to quickly scroll through her reading list.
Autumn sits with her legs pinned together, and she keeps plucking at the front of her shirt. I suspect she’s trying to hide her chest. How long does she think she can do that? It’s a futile effort in the long run. But considering how much information I just dumped on her, the long run might not be so long.
While the pasta boils, I make a roux and add milk and cheese. I’m aware of my girl watching me. After she finished her second juice box, she set it aside and now has her hands folded in her lap, pressing her elbows forward to keep her breasts as invisible as possible.
“I can’t believe you made that,” she says when I’m finished. “It smells so good. How could mac and cheese possibly have that many ingredients?”
Chuckling, I set it on the island before turning to move her to a stool. “I have many talents, Baby girl.”
When I grab her by the waist to lift her, she squeals. “Mace! My feet work just fine.”
As soon as I settle her on a stool at the island, she rushes to get her shirt fully tucked under her again.
After turning the swivel chair to face me, I tip her head back with a finger under her chin. “I can’t wait for you to stop feeling so self-conscious around me. Eventually, I’m going to see and worship every inch of your body. Your modesty is misplaced.”
She takes a deep breath. “Maybe, but until then, I feel awkward, okay?”
I grin. “Okay. But only because it’s cute.”
I spin her back to face the island. “Just so you know, this is the one and only time I’m going to serve you such an imbalanced meal. I’m sure you’re starving, and I know you’re hurting, so I won’t pressure you to eat a salad or vegetables tonight, but you’ve been warned.”
She gives me a side-eye. “I’m a grown adult, you know.”
“Well-aware. You were an adult before I met you, thank fuck.” Crowding her from behind, I reach around her with both hands and ladle a generous helping of steaming, creamy mac and cheese into her bowl.
I set a spoon in her palm but hold her hand for a few moments. “I’m sure you’re starving, but don’t make yourself sick. Eat slowly. It’s not going anywhere, and there’s plenty.”
Her body quivers.
“Autumn…”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I release her and sit on the stool next to her.
We need to eventually have a discussion about our expectations. So far, we’ve seamlessly fallen into an easy pattern. I subtly dominate her, and she respectfully submits in response.
“You’re watching me,” she murmurs in between bites. “It’s unnerving.”
“It’s the least unnerving thing that will happen to you in the coming days, Baby girl.”
She sighs and keeps eating. “This is the most delicious mac and cheese I’ve ever eaten.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” I rub her back because I need to touch her.
