“Now, what other questions do you have?”
“Mmm.” I tap my lips. “Do you have a room like this in your house?”
“Yep. So does Eloise. It’s pretty common to have a place you can go and be your inner Little.”
“Is your, uh, Daddy super bossy?”
June rolls her eyes. “Very bossy. It must be in the Daddy handbook. I think it’s also common for Littles to like a strong, bossy Dom. It’s like something happens to me, sort of like a trigger or whatever, when Daddy orders me around.”
I nod. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that for me, too.”
“Totally normal. I guess I’m really submissive deep inside. I like having someone else make most of the decisions and controlling me. It’s oddly freeing. And he’s super dominant, so we’re a matched set.” She beams, sitting taller.
“I’ve been fantasizing about Mace for so long. I never thought he would find out I had a crush on him. He’s so much older than me. I had no idea he had thoughts about being with me, too. If my father hadn’t…” I swallow. “I mean, I wouldn’t be with him if it weren’t for my dad telling me to come straight here.”
“I’m so glad you did. Mace will take care of everything. He’s brilliant. And, just to say, Blade is significantly older than me, too. Eighteen years.”
That does make me feel better. I glance toward the nearly closed door. I can’t hear a single word the men are saying in there. I’m sure they’re being careful to keep us from listening in. “Mace sure has a lot of computers.”
June giggles. “Yeah. He’s a bit of a computer geek. Did you see his candy stash yet?”
My eyes widen. “Candy stash?” Somehow, I can’t picture Mace eating candy. He’s rock solid, for one. Not an ounce of fat on him.
“M&M’s. I think he has an addiction.”
“Really?” I chuckle.
She nods. “He keeps them in his desk drawer. I don’t know if he has a stash here at home, but he does in the office upstairs.”
Interesting…
“Do you think it’s weird that he had this room ready for me before he had any idea I would ever come here?”
June looks around, smiling. “I always wondered if he had someone specific in mind for this playroom. Sometimes when we all come over, Eloise and I play in here while our Daddies meet to discuss work. Mace never admitted to me or Eloise that he knew a particular Little girl, but we figured.”
“Do you and Eloise use sippy cups and plastic plates and bibs and stuff like that?”
“Yep. All the things.”
I stare at her for a while. It’s a surreal experience, meeting someone who lives a life like the inside of a Daddy book. I haven’t wrapped my head around the fact that I’m living that life, too. I might need to pinch myself to decide whether it’s real or not. I’m skeptical that any of this is really happening to me at all.
After glancing down at the coloring page I have not touched since June arrived, I twist to look at the shelf where there are other crafting implements. “Do you think we need markers or crayons?”
June shakes her head. “No way. I like my bottom just the way it is, thank you very much.”
We break into giggles. I just might like this new life of mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Mace
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I wait until after lunch when June and Blade have gone to bring Autumn into the living room so we can talk. I won’t share every detail about the investigation into her father’s death, but I want to keep her informed. I don’t ever want her to think I’m leaving her out of the loop entirely.
She’s so…I guess the word is innocent. Maybe naïve. She’s led a rather sheltered life. She’s intelligent and educated, but she’s never known the uglier side of society. Her father never shared a word about the possibilities. He lived his life hoping no one ever hunted him down and threatened his child.
His past caught up with him, and now I’m tasked with gently telling Autumn what’s going on.
