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.
Chapter Fifteen
Autumn
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The next morning, I’m in the playroom when male voices cause me to jump out of my skin. My heart races before I can remind myself that whoever I’m hearing probably works with Mace. He warned me that some of his team might come over this morning. I got so distracted that I’m still startled.
Distracting myself has become my full-time job. This room is filled with everything a Little girl could possibly want, and I’ve explored most of it. At the moment, I have puzzle pieces spread all over the table. I’ve just finished putting together the edges of what will be a field of purple flowers.
Abandoning the puzzle, I head toward the front of the apartment. Mace is standing in the living room with two men I haven’t met.
He spots me as I enter, gives me his usual warm smile, and motions me forward.
I glance down at myself and gasp. I forgot I was playing dress-up earlier. I’m wearing a ridiculously frilly lavender dress and panties. That’s it. I didn’t even put a bra on under the dress. My feet are bare.
Eyes wide, I slowly back up, mortified.
Mace holds out a hand. “Come here, Baby girl. I want you to meet Ghost and Tank. Trust me, neither of them is concerned about your dress. They’re both Daddy Doms, too. They see Eloise and June all the time.”
I freeze, still unnerved in front of strangers. Both men are smiling politely at me, though.
“Don’t fret, Little one,” the larger of the men says. “Been a Daddy for all my adult life. I’ve seen everything.” He has nearly black hair and a thick black beard.
“He’s right,” agrees the other man. His hair is brown, and his beard is cut short—almost in the same style as Mace. His eyes are a piercing blue, so clear I can see them from across the room. “Same here.”
