“But no one else could ever measure up.”
“Kind of.”
“And you’ve been pining for him all of this time.”
“Pretty much.”
“Wow, that’s either super crazy or ridiculously romantic,” Tabitha says. “But you have to tell him. You know that right? You can’t just spring this on him, Mal. People don’t react kindly to being tricked, and he’s not an idiot, so he will figure it out.”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Of course, I’ll tell him. I need to do it soon. I know that.”
But I don’t know how I’m going to bring it up with Aaron, and I have no idea how he’s going to react.
Chapter Fourteen
Aaron
The week seems to fly by in a whir of projects, texts, and phone calls. Mallory is busy with grading and parent-teacher conferences, while I’m up to my eyeballs in my new translation gig. By the time the weekend rolls around, I’m more than ready to spend an evening worshipping her body.
I invited her to the club with me on Friday night. Our plan is for her to come over for dinner, and we’ll eat and play a little bit before heading out together. She shows up right on time, and when I open the door, a grin spreads over my face.
“Hey beautiful.”
“Hello, handsome,” she says. Mallory steps into the room and spins in a circle. She looks at me expectantly, and then asks, “What do you think?”
“It’s perfect,” I say. “Wherever did you find it?”
The pink fluffy dress is absolutely adorable. It’s got frills and lace and everything a good little needs, and she’s wearing matching pink Mary Janes. I feel a little bad knowing she probably went out and spent far too much money on something like this, but there’s another part of me – a darker part – that’s pleased as punch she felt this was important enough to warrant getting dressed up for.
“Oh, it’s just something I had lying around,” she winks. “I’m glad you like it.”
I reach for her and pull her into my arms. Then I kiss her. Oh, kissing Mallory feels like coming home. It feels like perfection, like heaven. If there was any doubt in my mind that pursuing something between us would be difficult, then, well, it’s gone.
Over.
And I kiss her again.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, and she smiles up at me. She cups my face and nods, but doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me, but she does it in a way that makes me feel like I’m fucking on fire. How does she manage that? I’ve played with plenty of partners before, but nobody ever makes me feel the way Mallory makes me feel.
She kisses me again, and I close my eyes and just let myself get lost in the moment. I run my hands up and down her sides, kissing her gently, and then I nip at her ear.
“Dinner?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
“Let’s go.”
I lead her into the kitchen and help her get situated at the table. Then I bring over a plate of food.
“Just one plate tonight?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course,” I smile. “Daddy’s going to feed you tonight.”
I reach for her cheek and touch it softly. We haven’t discussed this aspect of play. I don’t know if anyone has ever fed her before or if it’s something she’s comfortable with, but we’re going to try it and see how it goes.
She sits primly with her hands in her lap, and when I scoop up a forkful of rice, she opens her mouth and lets me feed her. Then she closes her mouth, chews, and swallows.
“Do you like it?”