Page 29 of Chasing Amber

I paced outside her room during her long shower and while she eventually turned out the lights, indicating she was in bed. Now, I have a problem. I need to go in and check on her because I said I would. I do not want to start out this precarious relationship with lies, so I need to come clean and tell her what I heard.

Pulling in a deep breath, I knock on the door. “Amber?”

She clears her throat. “Come in.”

I open the door and move toward my girl. She’s all tucked in and looks angelic, with her hair fanning out around her pillow. Her bedding is white. She has the covers pulled up high to her chest, but her arms are out. I think she’s wearing a white tank top. All I can see is the thin straps on her shoulders.

I sit on the edge of the bed and set my hand on top of one of hers, stroking her fingers.Do not fuck around, Isaac. Tell her.

Her brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”

She can tell I’m off. This is why I would never lie to her. I lick my lips. “Nothing is wrong, baby, but you should know I heard you in the bathroom.”

Her breath hitches as she stiffens. “You heard me? In the shower, you mean?”

I shake my head slightly, not looking away. “Before that.”

She bites into her lower lip.

“You were taking so long that I was worried. I knocked on your door and called out your name, but you didn’t hear me. Then you said something, and I thought you were talking to me, so I opened the door. By the time I got to the bathroom, you spoke again, and I realized…”

She groans and throws a forearm over her eyes. “Oh. My. God.”

I lift her other hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “I’m sure you’re mortified, but I wish you wouldn’t be. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I just didn’t think it was fair of me not to tell you.”

Amber jerks her hand out of my clasp and yanks the covers over her head, burrowing deeper under the blankets.

It’s adorable, but I will not laugh. This is not funny to her.

I decide to go for honesty. “I really hope the Dom you were imagining while you touched yourself was me.”

She groans. “Go away.”

I set my hand on her thigh. “I will in a minute, but first, I want you to listen to me.”

She doesn’t respond, which I take as a sign that I can continue. It’s time for me to make my intentions known. It would be foolish for me to let her believe she can continue to hold me at arm’s length indefinitely.

“A lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours. I know you’re confused and frustrated, and that’s understandable. I know you’re struggling to decide what path you want to take inlife and who you intend to take on that path with you. I did not mince words last night when I told you that you’re my girl. I mean that. I also believe there’s a Little in you who can’t be ignored and repressed. That Little girl is mine.”

Amber remains very still, not saying a word. That’s okay. She can listen.

“In many ways, I have been Daddying you for a long time. You know it. Just because we didn’t spell it out and we’ve never entered into a physical relationship doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening.” I stroke her thigh. God, I wish I could see her face, but I won’t push her. She’s embarrassed.

“I will not rush you, especially not physically. We’ll take things at your pace, but I am going to Daddy you because we both need it. I’m going to impose some rules because boundaries will make you feel safe and loved. I assume you’re aware that Spence and Ben have a camera in the corner of Cassandra’s playroom.”

Her breath hitches.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to put one in here and in your studio. Do you know why?”

She doesn’t move for long seconds while I wait for her to acknowledge me. Finally, she nods under the covers. Adorable.

I rub her thigh again. “I won’t put one in your bathroom, but you may not close your bedroom door anymore. The bathroom is for going potty, showering, or taking a bath. Nothing else. Understood?”

She nods again. I can feel her body trembling. I can also hear her soft whimper. If she didn’t like what I was saying, she would shove me away and tell me to go fuck myself. Her marginal responses are acquiescence, and I’m so fucking glad.

“While you’re finding yourself and figuring out who Amber is, you will keep your fingers away from your pussy. Your next orgasm will come from my touch. That will happen only whenyou’re ready to take that step with me. I want to be clear. I want you to be both my Little girl and my woman. I want to hold you, rock you, and take care of you in every way, but at the end of the day, I want you in my bed and in my arms. I want to make you moan in person, not from the illusion of me. The next time you cry out in ecstasy, I want to watch. The next time you say ‘yes, Sir’ I want you to be speaking directly to me.”

She’s trembling hard.

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