He swallows. “Eve…”
I make a decision. “Sir?”
He runs a hand over his head. “My instinct tells me to take control here. Dominate you. Give you everything you crave and many things you didn’t know you desired. Things I never imagined myself. My head tells me to back up, keep our relationship strictly professional. My head is not winning because my mouth keeps getting in the way.” He smiles slightly.
I stare at him. I won’t interrupt. I won’t make this decision for him or for us. I can’t. I want him to dominate me so badly that I don’t have the power to stop him. Damn the consequences. I know this can’t last. I know he’s not really mine. I know our time together is probably only days, not weeks. But I won’t deny myself this odd experience, no matter how scared I am.
It’s not really a decision. I can’t stop this train. It already left the station. I’m already his for however long he stays. I don’t have a clear picture of what this looks like, but we’ll figure it out together.
“There’s nothing to decide, Sir. The choice has already been made. The line has already been crossed. There’s no turning back. I suspect we’ll both get hurt in the end, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“I usually am, Sir.” I smile at him.
“Are you always this sassy?”
I shrug. “It gets me what I want.”
“Well, it’s not going to work on me.”
I pout. Full on. Cross my arms, lift my shoulder, push out my bottom lip, and blow out a breathy pout.
He chuckles. “You’re cute when you pout, but that isn’t going to work on me either. I know you’re used to negotiating an arranged scene at the club, and I’m anxious to witness it in person tomorrow night, but I’m staying in your home. I’m going to be with you every moment you’re not at work for the foreseeable future. Nothing between us at your apartment is a scene. It’s just life in whatever fashion we make it.”
He’s rocking the very basis of my foundation. So many firsts for me. I don’t submit in my adult persona. I’m never little except when I’m dressed for it at home or at the club. I don’t mix my vanilla life with my fetish preference. My head is spinning.
“I’m going to lure you out of your comfort zone, Eve. Starting now. I’m going to do it because it’s what we both want. I’m not going to spank you tonight because I have no experience doing so yet. I’ll watch closely tomorrow night and take some pointers from Davis before I lay a hand on you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be in charge.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is low. I’m shocked and intrigued and aroused and unnerved. So many emotions.
“Are we in agreement then?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Repeat what we’ve agreed to, Eve.”
I lick my lips. “I’m going to submit to you starting now. I won’t question your decisions.”
He finally reaches across the void and takes my hand, giving it a squeeze before brushing my knuckles over his cheek. “Good girl. Shall we go home?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I can’t believe this is happening. I knew from the moment he took control this morning that the tide had changed between us. I knew from his texts that I was no longer in charge. It was only a matter of spelling it out, and he has done so.
When we get to my apartment building, he circles it twice, his gaze darting all around. Finally, he pulls into the garage and drives to the third-floor level before parking.
I wait for him to come to my side of the car and let me out because I know it’s what he prefers. He holds my hand as we enter the building and head for my unit. Damn the consequences. If my neighbors see me, they do.
I hand him my keys and wait while he lets me inside. My heart is racing. There’s going to be a permanent shift in our reality the moment the door is closed.
Sure enough, Colt locks us inside and then turns to me. He helps me take my coat off, then points toward the hallway. “You have fifteen minutes to change and meet me in the kitchen.”
“Yes, Sir.” I turn and rush from the room. For the first time in my life, I’m excited. I’m not going to be little alone tonight. Colt is going to be my Daddy. It’s weird and scary, but I can’t wait. Sure, we sort of did this last night, but it wasn’t negotiated or planned. We were testing the waters.
After shutting my bedroom door, I hurry into my closet, already kicking off my heels. I quickly remove everything and put on lavender panties with little red hearts on them. Next, I tug a dress from the hanger. It’s pink with white sheep scattered on it. It’s also cotton with a scoop neck, three-quarter length sleeves, and a full skirt that reaches a few inches below my panties.
I skip to the bathroom and take off my makeup before unpinning my bun and putting my hair up in pigtails high on my head. I even add pink bows. Deciding to go barefoot, I head to the kitchen.
I hesitate at the entrance to the kitchen. Colt has his back to me. He has never once judged me, so I don’t expect him to now, but I’m nervous anyway. This is new. The look on his face when he sees me could destroy me.
He finally turns around, and my heart leaps when he grins. “You look adorable.”
I breathe again and smooth my hands down the front. “Do you like my dress?”
“Love it.”
“I call it a twirl dress,” I inform him.
“What does that mean?”
“It’s the ones that flare out wide when I
