I wait patiently, and finally, she nods.
“Okay,” she says.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay...I want...all that stuff you said.”
I laugh and kiss her forehead.
“Oh, pretty girl, you’re going to have to do better than that if you want to play with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to let you slide by without giving me a full-on admission of desire,” I tell her. “I’m not going to ask you to do anything like sign a consent form, but I want to hear you ask for it. This isn’t going to be something you felt pressured into, okay? This is going to be something we do because we both want it.”
“I want it.”
“Tell me what you want, Mallory.”
“I want...”
I can see her.
I can see how much courage this is taking, and I can see how very, very brave she is being right now.
“I want you to pull me over your knees and spank me.”
She says it all in a rush, but it’s good enough for me. I won’t make her call me Daddy – not yet, anyway – but I will reward her for her courage. It’s not easy opening up to someone new. It’s even harder opening up to someone you’ve known for a long time. I scoot back against the couch, giving her room to look at my lap.
“That’s right,” I tell her when she notices my cock. “Already hard for you, princess.” She looks at me nervously, but I shake my head. “Don’t worry. It’s not coming out today.”
She seems almost relieved, but like she doesn’t want to be. It’s a little bit strange, but we’ll talk about that later, too. I get the feeling that Mallory doesn’t jump into sex with people very often. From what I can tell, she doesn’t exactly do hookups at the club. I won’t be surprised if it’s been months or even a year since she was intimate with someone, so I’ll have to be patient.
I’ll have to go slow.
“Come on, now,” I tell her, gently urging her.
She nods and then moves herself over my lap. She positions herself easily, wiggling around for just a second, and then she relaxes.
“Such a pretty girl,” I tell her, murmuring softly.
“I bet you say that to all of the girls,” she chuckles.
“Nope,” I tell her honestly. “In fact, I haven’t brought anyone here yet. You’re the very first one.”
“Is that so?”
“That’s so,” I tell her.
I reach for Mallory and stroke her back softly, touching the thin fabric of her dress. I like that she dressed up for me. I like that she chose this outfit with me in mind. It makes me feel very good and very happy to know that she was thinking about me when she got dressed today. It pleases me that she wants to make me happy.
She holds still as I touch her, gently exploring her. My hands move down her back and to her bottom. I graze my fingers over the fabric of the dress before moving quickly to her thighs. Then I touch her skin gently, massaging her.
“So much tension,” I murmur.
“I guess I don’t deal with my stress very well,” she admits.
Good.