Page 18 of Chasing Amber

Cassandra has been encouraging me to turn this into a real tea party complete with dress-up, and that’s why we’re standing in her closet, looking at rows of dresses.

I chew on my bottom lip. Should I?

Cassandra scrunches up her face. “I would close the door, but Spence and Ben would have a fit. I’m not allowed to close it.”

A giggle bubbles up inside me. “Really?” The idea sounds so ridiculous. Why would two grown men have the ability to tell a grown woman she can’t close her playroom door?

I shiver at the idea, though. I should be far more stunned than I am. Instead, I’m kind of jealous. I wonder what it’s like to have someone—or in Cassandra’s case, two someones—bossing you around all the time.

“That’s like a rule?” I ask. “No closing the door?”

“Yep.”

“What do they think you might do in here if you had some privacy? Color outside the lines?”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she shakes her head, sending her pigtails flying. “That’s not what I’m forbidden from doing,” she admits.

“Oh.” I gasp.Seriously? I lean in closer and whisper, “They don’t let you masturbate?”

Her cheeks turn a darker pink as she shakes her head again and purses her lips.

I clench my thighs instinctively. My heart is racing. I’ve never thought about what it would be like to have a man, a Dom, tell me not to touch myself. How fucking sexy is that?

I throw caution to the wind, grab the most colorful dress she has in her closet—one covered with bold flowers in every color in the rainbow—and rush over to her bathroom to change. “Are you coming? You’ll have to help me if I’m going to get this thick hair up in pigtails like yours.”

Cassandra claps her hands together and joins me in the bathroom.

I close the door, but I don’t lock it. My brother would never come into a bathroom, knowing I was in it. Before I lose my nerve, I strip out of my shoes, jeans, and tank top and pull the pretty party dress over my head. When I spin around, it flares out, making me feel free and…Little.

“Will you fix my hair?” I drop onto the toilet lid as Cassandra grabs a comb and brush.

She’s good. It doesn’t take her long to part it and gather it up in two high pigtails. She even ties rainbow ribbons in both of them. When I look in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize myself.

I tell myself there’s no way Isaac is going to come upstairs. This is my time. I want to explore and not worry about him seeing me. Maybe, someday, I’ll be able to open up with him, but not today. I’m not ready. Or I might change my mind and never be ready.

I know Ben and Spence will check on us. Alice will definitely pop in a few times. Maybe even Freud. But none of them bother me as much as Isaac. Maybe that’s ridiculous and irrational, butIsaac… He’s the only one who matters. He said I’m his girl. If that’s ever going to be true, I don’t want to fuck it up or give him the wrong impression. I’m experimenting, nothing more. I don’t want him to think that just because I played dress-up and had a tea party with Cassandra that I’m Little now.

I follow Cassandra back into her playroom, skipping. I don’t know when I last skipped. It feels freeing. That’s the word that keeps coming to mind.Freeing.

We sit at the table and fill our plates with sandwiches.

Cassandra pours us both tea out of the pretty teapot into the adorable china cups. “It’s pretty weak. Sorry about that. My Daddies aren’t fond of me having caffeine. They bent the rules a bit for a tea party, but not all the way.”

I bite into my lip while she pours. “What other rules do you have?”

She smiles. “You sure you want to hear this?” Her voice is slightly more adult all of a sudden. I’ve rarely seen her in any adult headspace.

I nod. “Yes. I’m curious.”

“Okay.” She takes a bite of a cucumber sandwich, chews, and swallows. “I’ve always tried to keep my Little to a minimum when you’re around so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable. I promise. I never want you to feel like you can’t be who you are when I visit you.”

She gives me another sweet smile. “We have lots of guests in our home. I don’t practice age play in front of some of them.”

“I doubt my brother has many people over who aren’t involved in the kink community and would judge you.”

“True.”

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