Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“I know, but we’re not in the valley now, Little one. You’re in my territory, Suzette. We dress our mates in pretty things.”
She took a step closer. “They are pretty,” she whispered, “but they’re too short.”
He chuckled. “Trust me. You’ll love them in no time.” He pulled a lilac dress down from a hanger. “Turn around and lift your arms.”
She did so, but hesitantly.
When he pulled the dress over her head and smoothed it down her body, her eyes went wide.
It fit her perfectly, and she looked like the precious Little girl she was.
She smoothed her hands down the front. “It’s so short, Daddy. Surely no one wears anything this short. It barely covers my bottom.”
“Every mate of the Alpha Protectors owns a wardrobe similar to yours.”
She lifted her gaze. “Even older women?”
“Yep. Now, my mother and other women her age dress a bit less revealing outside of the house at this stage in their lives, but I’m certain in private when she’s alone with my father, he still takes care of her, and she still submits fully to him.”
She gulped and murmured, “People are coming over, Daddy.”
“Yes. And all of them have seen Little girls who look just like you. Don’t you worry.”
She shook her head. “No way.” She spun around and rifled through the rows. “Don’t you have anything longer?”
He bent, wrapped his arm around her middle, lifted her off the floor, and carried her out of the room. Her dress was no longer covering her bottom in this position, that was for sure.
He hauled her flailing body into the kitchen, where he deposited her in her highchair.
It was comical how she bucked and wiggled to get free of him. “I’m not a toddler, Daddy.”
He propped a knee between her legs and set both hands on the sides of her highchair to keep her from slinking down to the floor. “But you’re having a tantrum exactly like a toddler,” he pointed out calmly. He’d been prepared for this argument and about a hundred others for many years. He wasn’t the first Alpha Protector to claim a mate and teach her about their customs.
“I don’t want to wear this dress, Daddy. Please can I put on something else while your people are here?” She shoved at his thigh as if she would ever have the strength to budge him.
Keeping her pinned with his knee, he quickly grabbed the nylon straps to fasten her in around the waist. When he was pretty certain she wouldn’t slide to the floor, he removed his thigh to pull the third strap up between her legs.
Her dress was up around her waist, and she reached for the buckle.
Brock circled her wrists with his hands and brought them to her sides. “Look at me, Little one.”
She shook her head.
“I’m going to count to three. If your eyes are not on mine, I’m going to take this dress and those panties off and make you stand in the corner with your plugged bottom on display until after all of my guests arrive.”
Before he could start counting, she jerked her gaze to his, but she was shooting daggers at him. “Meanie.”
He frustrated her further by kissing her nose. “Now, you have choices here.”
“It doesn’t seem like it,” she retorted before sucking in a huge breath and pursing her lips. It was unlikely she’d ever spoken to her parents or teachers the way she was speaking to him.
He narrowed his gaze and stared at her, waiting for her to calm down.
Finally, she licked her pink lips. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Chapter Thirteen
Suzette barely recognized herself. Who was this ordinarily well-behaved, demure woman who’d spent twenty years learning to submit to her mate?
And Brock? The infuriating man was so calm. He never raised his voice, nor did he stiffen or appear to have heightened blood pressure from her antics.
He smoothed a hand over her wild hair. “Ready to hear your options, Little doll?”
She sighed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. If you don’t want to wear this dress, I’ll take it off and you can greet our guests in nothing but panties. Is that what you want?”
She shook her head, heat crawling up her chest. “No, Daddy.”
“Did I not strike your bottom hard enough before I dressed you? It seems like you need a stronger spanking.”
She shook her head again. What she wanted to do was run from the room and pout somewhere alone, but that wasn’t going to happen, so she decided she needed to change her attitude if she didn’t want to end up in a worse predicament than the one she was already in.
“Would you like me to swap that plug out for a larger one so you’ll have a stronger reminder to obey Daddy?”
More head shaking. “No, Sir.”
“Would you like me to take your panties off so you’re more aware of the plug? If you think this dress feels short with panties on, I bet it will feel a lot shorter without them.”