Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“I don’t need bottles, Daddy.”
He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. “Sometimes you will take bottles, Little mate. Every day, in fact. And you’ll do so without complaint. But sometimes, I will give you options.”
She sighed heavily in defeat yet again. “I’ll have breakfast.”
“Good girl. Do you want to walk, or can I carry you?” He hadn’t set her down a single time yesterday, but he knew he would suffocate her if he didn’t give her some space eventually. Just because he let her walk on her own didn’t mean he wouldn’t be close by, usually holding her hand.
“I can walk. Can I get dressed first?”
“We can get dressed after breakfast, Bella.” He was wearing sleep pants and nothing else. But more importantly, he liked the idea of her wandering around for a while in the thin nightie. He could see her nipples through it, and if she lifted her arms, he would see her bottom.
“Can I have panties?” she asked in a soft voice.
“You don’t need panties either, Little one.”
This time he anticipated her shoulder drop and her humph before it happened, and he had to stifle a chuckle.
As they walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, Arion held her hand.
She tipped her head back to look up at him. “I don’t think mated couples in the valley wander around their homes dressed like this, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “I bet they don’t. But we aren’t in the valley. We’re in the mountains. The rules among the Alpha Protectors are very different.”
“So I’m noticing,” she muttered.
When they reached the kitchen, he pulled a highchair up close to where he would be working and lifted her off her feet to sit her on the seat. Before she could protest, he pulled the straps up between her legs and across her waist.
Her breath hitched. “Daddy…”
Just to see her blush further, he tugged the hem of her nightie out of the strap so it draped over the top. “The restraints should keep you from squirming around.” He tipped her head back and met her gaze, narrowing his brows so she would know he was serious. “Don’t try to rub your pussy against the strap, Little mate. That would earn you the same punishment as playing with your clit with your fingers. Remember what I said. Your pleasure is mine to dole out.”
She gulped. “I won’t, Sir,” she whispered.
He doubted she would, at least not intentionally and not on the second day and not while she was still so new to the kind of pleasure he intended to give her that she’d only experienced it a few times last night.
He had no doubt he would catch her masturbating at some point, but not likely this morning. His Little rule follower would sit very still and avoid contact with the straps.
After handing her a sippy cup filled with formula, he started making breakfast.
“You know… If you’re going to put the same formula in these baby cups, it’s not really different from a bottle. I’ll be too full to eat if I drink this.”
He chuckled, loving her banter. “Drink as much as you want, smarty pants.”
“Are you going to spank me if I argue with you?”
He glanced at her. “Not if your argument has merit and only if I’ve already put my foot down. Some things are non-negotiable, Little girl. Safety for example.”
He flipped bacon over in the pan and then pointed the spatula toward the back door. “Do not open either the front or the back door without my permission. It’s not safe for you to go outside alone. Unless the cabin is on fire or I have died and you can’t get me up and the cabin is on fire, don’t open the doors. Hard rule. If you break that rule, you will get a spanking you won’t soon forget. You’ll end up standing in the corner until your legs won’t hold you up and your diaper is sagging down to your knees.”
Her eyes shot wide and her jaw dropped.
He was pretty sure he’d made his point.
She glanced at the sliding glass doors that lead out to the back patio and then back at him. “Is there an abominable snow man out there?”
He laughed. Damn, but she was cute. As he cracked several eggs into a bowl, he shot her another look. She was sitting exactly how he’d left her. She hadn’t moved her torso a single inch. Good girl.
“How about if you pretend there are dozens of huge, angry, gruff monsters roaming the mountain just waiting for naughty Little girls to go outside so they can snatch them and eat them.”
She gasped and then laughed. “Daddy! That’s not the sort of thing anyone should tell someone ever. Don’t you know anything?”
“Yep. I know you aren’t going to open the doors.” He gave her a pointed look with his brows lifted.