“Seems to me like you’re too bossy, overbearing, and controlling to concern yourself with what I want.”
I wince and shake my head. “Never, Autumn. I will put my foot down on issues regarding your safety. Always. But I will never tell you how to live your life. We’ll explore your preferences one day at a time. Some Littles like to spend most of their time in that headspace. Some prefer to adult more often. You have to find a balance. And I’ll help you do so.”
“You’re so confident.”
“Usually, yes.”
Her head tips to the side. “Somehow, I can’t see you letting me control much of anything. I only saw your bossy side yesterday.”
“Did you at any point wish I would stop?”
I sigh. “No.”
“Baby, trust me when I say I’m observant. I will always be watching for clues and signs that you need me to switch things up. If you respond positively to my bossy side, that’s what you’ll get. If you shoot daggers at me and pull away, I’ll know you need something else.”
“Right now, what I need is to pee.”
I chuckle and stand. “Then you should probably do that.” When I tug the blanket back, she yanks on the hem of the shirt, trying to cover her thighs as much as possible.
She’s so cute. I will miss this modest phase she’s in. It won’t last forever. Once I’ve had my mouth on her nipples and pussy, she won’t go to such lengths to ensure she’s fully concealed.
I don’t say a word about her modesty this morning. With her hand in mine, I help her slide off the side of the bed and nod toward the bathroom.
She scrambles in that direction and closes the door as soon as she’s inside. While she’s gone, I make the bed.
A few minutes later, her voice startles me. “How anal are you, exactly?”
I turn after fluffing up a final pillow. I didn’t hear the door or any other sound to indicate she’d reemerged from the bathroom. When I process her question, I smirk. “I was in the Army, sweetheart. It’s ingrained in me.”
“Yeah, I guess my father was that way, too. For the record, I never kept my room to his standards, not even when I was young. I doubt I could come close to cleaning to your specifications.”
I can’t resist pulling her into my arms and holding her against me. “We’re taking our relationship one hour at a time, okay? Don’t worry about pleasing me. Be yourself. I want to see the real Autumn.”
She narrows her gaze. “Can I have clothes?”
Chuckling, I say, “Do you want clothes?”
“Yes. I feel naked, wearing nothing but your T-shirt.”
“Sometimes you might like to feel naked.”
I absolutely love it when she bites her lip. She does it when she’s thinking hard. Finally, she releases it. “Maybe, but not this morning.”
After releasing her, I take her hand and lead her toward the closet. “What headspace are you feeling this morning? Little or adult?”
Her breath hitches when we step into the walk-in closet. “Holy shit, Mace. Did you have another girlfriend you evicted yesterday after I arrived, or did you seriously buy all of this for me since I got here?”
“No other woman has ever lived here with me, Baby girl. No other woman has even spent the night. You arrived with nothing. All I did was order things I thought you might like. We can return anything you don’t care for. I didn’t remove any tags. You can play dress-up and make a pile of what doesn’t suit you.”
She wanders in farther. I stifle a chuckle the moment she realizes there are two different sections of clothes for her.
She spins around to face me. Her eyes are wide. “Mace…”
I shrug. “I wanted to get things for both sides of you.”
“But you ordered all of this before you knew I might be Little.”
I shake my head. “Not true. I ordered all of this before you verbally admitted you might be Little, sweetheart. Big difference.” She’s going to freak out when she sees the room I decorated with her in mind. I’ve been adding to it since I moved in.
