She glances at me. “Aren’t you going to have some?”
“I ate while you were still asleep, Baby.”
“What time is it?” She looks around.
“Seven.”
“Oh wow. The sun was still peeking around the blinds when I woke up. It’s gone now.”
“You’ve just had the longest twenty-four hours of your life. After you eat, we’ll watch some TV so you can relax and then go to bed.”
“Do you have a guest room?”
“Yes.”
She sets her spoon down and turns toward me. Her bowl is empty. “That’s all you’re going to say? Yes?”
I shrug. “You asked if I had a guest room. I was simply answering your question. Was there a follow-up?” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “It was implied, and you know it.”
“Did you roll your eyes at me again?”
She giggles. “Are you going to spank me?”
“Oh, Baby girl, I’m going to spank you often, with or without cause, I suspect. Is your curiosity so piqued that you’re intentionally misbehaving in order to goad me into swatting your naughty bottom tonight?”
She holds my gaze bravely for several seconds before looking down. “I don’t know,” she whispers.
Chapter Seven
Mace
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I turn Autumn fully toward me and set my hands on her thighs. My palms are on her bare legs. My fingers are blocked from touching her tender skin by the thin cotton. I’m well-aware that I’m inches from her pussy.
Her breath hitches, and she stiffens, but she doesn’t push me away. She’s curious about a lot of things.
“Has anyone ever spanked you, Autumn? As an adult, I mean.”
“No, Sir,” she mutters.
“But you’ve read about it and fantasized about it?”
She squirms. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re intrigued. You want to know what it will feel like.”
She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
“I need you to answer my earlier question, sweetheart. How many men have you had sex with?” This detail is fucking important. It will dictate my next moves.
Autumn sets her hands on top of mine. “None,” she whispers. “That’s pitiful. I know. I’m twenty-two. It’s embarrassing. Everything I know about sex is from reading romance novels and porn. It’s not like my dad explained it to me in great detail, and my mother died before I was old enough for the birds-and-the-bees talk.” She lifts her gaze, sitting taller. “I’m not ignorant. I’m just inexperienced.”
My fucking heart is going to beat out of my chest. What a gem she is. I keep my voice even when I ask, “Does that bother you, sweetheart?”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
