I turn from the kitchen sink, dry my hands, and take her into my arms.
She’s biting that lower lip in a way I’ve come to understand indicates she’s stressed.
After grabbing her ponytail, I tug her head back with a bit more force than necessary because I know the slight pain will center her.
Her breath hitches, as I expected.
“Weird? Having our friends over to watch you get your ass blistered? No. That’s not odd at all, Baby girl. Stop fretting. This sort of thing is going to happen from time to time. Sometimes, I’ll give you a private spanking when you need it, but other times, I will invite others to watch.”
“What do you suppose they say about me behind my back, though?” Her voice wobbles.
I bend forward, kiss her neck, and whisper in her ear, “I can tell you exactly what they say, Baby girl. When Eloise and June get home, they say, ‘Daddy, please fuck me until I can’t think.’”
Autumn whimpers. “That’s silly.”
“Nope. It’s the truth. And I know because I asked Blade and Cannon.” I lean back to meet her gaze. “I might be embellishing their words a bit, but I can tell you both women get turned on from watching you get punished.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. Why don’t you just ask them?”
She shrugs. “I’m too embarrassed to bring it up.”
“Well, someday you’ll feel comfortable enough to ask, and then you’ll know.” I kiss her, a soft, sensual kiss that lingers because I like how she relaxes in my arms when I lock my lips with hers.
“I love you,” she says the second I release her lips.
“I love you, too, Baby girl.” I grab her around the waist and lift her so she can wrap her legs around me. This is one of my favorite positions because I get to cup her cotton-covered bottom with my palms under her dress.
Once we started saying “I love you,” we never stopped. We say it a dozen times a day. I know it helps Autumn feel safe and connected to me. I’ll give her anything and everything she needs to ensure she always knows my love. It will never be a hardship, showering her with affection and sweet words.
This woman is the love of my life. Whatever she needs, it’s hers. Always.
Tonight, what she needs is to be disciplined in front of our friends. We’ve discussed her preferences extensively. I never want to do something that will leave her blindsided or more embarrassed than she craves.
It’s a delicate balance because I want her to be exactly as exposed and chastised as she desires and not one tiny bit more. So, we’ve negotiated boundaries and acknowledged that those lines might move in the future as we evolve as a couple. For tonight, the scene is basically preset.
I’ve warned Blade and Cannon what to expect. It’s up to them how much they divulge to their Little girls.
“Have you heard from Ghost? How is Addison doing?” Autumn asks.
I snicker. “You are not going to get details about Addison and Ghost out of me, naughty girl.” We’ve had this discussion a few times. I know Autumn is worried about Addison, but she also knows something is going on between Addison and Ghost.
The truth is, even I don’t know all the details. I’m not snooping into Ghost’s private life. When the man is ready to share what’s happening, he will.
A knock at the door causes Autumn to flinch in my arms. Her soft lovely face switches to nervous lip biting.
Chucking, I carry her to the door and open it to let our friends into the apartment.
June and Eloise are both wearing short dresses and have their hair in braids. As usual.
I let Autumn slide down my body, making sure her feet are on the floor before I release her. “Why don’t you girls go play for a bit so I can talk to Blade and Cannon?”
“Daddy…” Autumn whines. She cocks out a hip and shoots me the sort of glare that belongs to a Middle. Cocky. Naughty.
I lift a brow, but this behavior is expected. It’s part of our scene.
“You’re just trying to get rid of us so you can talk about us behind our backs,” Autumn sasses.
