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“I wasn’t expecting that. Thank you for telling me, princess,” he said sincerely, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “It doesn't change how I feel about you. If anything, it makes me want you more. I’d love to be your first and hopefully last. If you aren’t ready today, we don’t have to.” Relief flooded through Makenzie as she realized that Irish truly cared for her, not just for her body but for who she was as a person.

“I’m ready. I’m so ready and I want it to be with you. I’ve heard it hurts and you aren’t exactly small, so I needed to tell you.”

Irish smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “I’ll be as gentle as I can be, I promise. We’ll take things slow. I won't do anything you don't want me to. You can stop me anytime, no matter what.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear before his lips met hers in a soft, reassuring kiss. “If you ever want me to stop anything I’m doing, just say red. I’m trained to listen for that word, and I will stop. Okay?”

Makenzie nodded, her body trembling with anticipation as he laid her back on the bed. She watched him through half-lidded eyes as he positioned himself between her thighs again, this time moving even more slowly and carefully than before. His fingers tenderly brushed her thighs, making goosebumps erupt all over her skin. He took his time to seductively teaseevery inch of her skin before finally reaching the folds that so desperately ached for him.

“Relax for me, princess,” he whispered against her ear before nibbling his way down her neck making his way to her breasts again. Makenzie moaned as he sucked gently at her nipple, sending delicious sensations straight to between her legs. Her core clenched in anticipation as he teased and tortured her intimately with his tongue and fingers until she was once again on the edge of an orgasm.

“Irish!” she whimpered, arching up into him as he massaged her swollen nub between his fingers before sliding one inside of her aching core. His cock throbbed against her inner thigh, hard and ready for her.

“Soon, princess,” he promised.

It was pure torture, the way he teased every inch of her body except where she needed him most. She could feel her arousal coating her thighs as she trembled with need. “Irish, please,” she begged, desperation lacing her.

Finally, he relented. Gently easing himself inside of her, Makenzie gasped at the newfound fullness. He stretched her exquisitely, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through her entire body. He stilled, giving her time to get accustomed to his size, and despite the slight burning sensation, she craved more.

“Please!” He chuckled and started to move inside of her. She dug her nails into the sheets as he thrust deep and slow. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed at her clit as his thrust quickened. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He filled her completely, claiming every inch of her as his own. “Irish,” she moaned his name like a prayer as she clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist to bring him even deeper inside.

“That’s it, princess,” he growled against her ear before picking up the pace even more, sliding in and out in a rhythmthat soon had both of them moaning and gasping for air. He angled himself so that with each thrust, he hit an area deep within her. White-hot ecstasy exploded behind Makenzie's eyes, and she screamed his name over and over into the room as her second orgasm crashed into her.

And as he wrapped her in his arms after he found his own orgasm, holding her close, and kissing her tenderly. She knew that she had found someone whose actions lined up with his words. He respected her and here. In his arms, she finally felt safe.

CHAPTER 11

MAKENZIE

It had been four days since she lost her virginity to Irish. Four wonderful days of orgasms and playing. In the morning, they’d get up and go to the office together but after work, they’d play. She spent time exploring her Little side and her Middle. Irish was patient with both but, a little less patient with her mouthy Middle than he was with her adorable Little. She loved every moment. She tried not to think about the text messages she’d received, since changing her number, they’d stopped completely.

Makenzie perched on a velvet cushion in the cozy corner of Day & Night, waiting for her new friends to arrive. The aroma of roasted coffee beans hugged the air, as Trinity started got drinks prepared. It was before the store officially opened, the time when submissives came together and talked in the safety of the café. Besides Trinity, Makenzie was the first to arrive. She accepted the coffee Trinity handed her with a smile. Within ten minutes, a circle of women clustered around her, their laughter mingling with the clinking of spoons stirring in coffee cups.

Mia flashed her a mischievous grin that crinkled the corners of her eyes, Veronica, and Paisley arrived in their runningclothes and Delilah in her waitress apron. Last to arrive were Natasha and Kylie.

“Welcome to your first bottoms gathering,” Veronica said, her voice as smooth as the cream, swirling in her latte.

“Thanks,” Makenzie replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “And I wanted to thank you in person for the items you got me. I know I texted you but it’s not the same as in person.”

“Paisley and I had fun running to town and shopping for you,” Veronica told her. “Besides, it was Irish’s money we were spending.” All the girls laughed.

The conversation ebbed and flowed for the next twenty minutes as the women shared confidences and knowing glances. Finally, Makenzie got the courage to ask the question she’d been wondering.

“Are all of you Littles?”

“Not me,” Kylie said. “While I am a Rope Bunny at The Citadel and a constant demo bottom, I’m not a Little.”

“Are you a Switch?” Makenzie asked. “I’m sorry if I am being too forward or asking you something you aren’t comfortable with, you can totally tell me to mind my own business.”

“No, it’s safe here. Believe me, if any of us don’t want to answer, we’ll let you know. With these women, I know I’m among friends. I’m not a switch, either. I do identify as a submissive but… only to one person. I haven’t found my Dominant yet, I’m not sure I even want to find one or a relationship with anyone. I enjoy participating in scenes and I am definitely a masochist. My submissive nature only comes out when I’m in a committed relationship and even then, it’s conditional.”

Makenzie nodded, understanding how important it was to trust who you gave the gift of submission over to.

“Well, I am a Little,” Mia said, shifting the conversation. “I’m Daddy’s Little Butterfly. I’m perfect.”

Everyone laughed at her exaggerated end of the sentence. “A perfect pain in the behind,” Paisley said.

“Seriously, Mia gets more spankings than all of us put together,” Veronica said. “I’m also a Little.”

“I only get spankings so much because I have the strictest Daddy,” Mia said.

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