Page 68 of Letters to the Lost

“Yeah probably. It’s hard to keep track, you all spoil me so much.”

“Exactly, so let’s go so I can spoil you some more,” I say as I pull her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I walk us into my favorite room in this house.

The kitchen will forever be my safe haven. I love control, I always have but the kitchen is where I let go. Pushing myself to create good food without a recipe, something I have never wanted.

Until now.

Placing Autumn back on her feet, I grin down at her as she scowls up at me, “Do you always have to carry me everywhere?” she pouts crossing her arms over her chest, pushing up her breasts drawing my eyes to them.

“I like having you in my arms Princess but if you feel uncomfortable with it then I’ll stop.”

“No, no, it’s ok.”

“Good. Now back to my apology.”

“Are we cooking?” she asks me, her eyes roaming around the kitchen.

The baking pans are already out and greased.

“We are. I’m hoping we can make ourselves some lunch but I’m hoping that you will maybe give me your snickerdoodle cookie recipe?” I ask her hopefully, whilst trying to do my best impression of Nanook while I attempt to beg for the first time in my life.

“Didn’t I tell you that you never stood a chance of getting it?” she laughs, her whole face lighting up.

“What if I say please really really nicely?”

“What do I get in return?” she asks with a cheeky grin spreading across her face when she realizes the lengths I’ll go to for this recipe.

“What doyouwant?”

“Hmmm…” she mutters as she pretends to think about it, “I want… for you to tie me up and dominate me.” She states confidently shocking me.

“Fuck Princess, you can’t say stuff like that to me while we’re standing in your kitchen,” I say, reaching my hand down and trying to adjust myself as she walks towards me, her hips swaying seductively.

“No one is home. Even Mrs. McKay is out so it’s just us,” She says, her voice breathy, “So why don’t you show me just how you like to take control and give me a little preview for later?”

Autumn sinks to her knees before me, her hands trailing up my thigh and cupping my solid cock through the fabric of my sweatpants.

“Fuck Princess. You want to be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?” I say, trying my hardest to hold myself back from just sinking my cock into her wet mouth.

“Yes Sir,” She replies, slipping into the perfect submissive.

Her soft hazel eyes look up at me from where she rests on her knees, shining with lust.

“You won’t be able to use your words, so I need you to tap my thigh if you need me to pull back,” I tell her, my hand reaching out and tilting her head back so she’s looking directly at me. Needing her to pay attention to my words, I look into her eyes, eyes that could bring me to my knees if she asked.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” she nods her head as much as possible, my hand still cupping her chin.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, loving how heated her eyes get.

Her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail is perfect as I reach out and wrap her hair in my fist, making sure not to pull so I don’t trigger her.

“Color?” I ask her, checking in to ensure I’m not pushing her too far.

“Bright fucking green,” She sasses.

“That’s bright fucking greenSIRto you, you little brat.”

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