Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Yes, Little one. All of them. None of them are as pretty as you, of course, but I suspect their Daddies think otherwise,” he teased.
Taking her hand again, he led her into the living room, guiding her toward the playpen. He lifted her over the edge and stood her on her feet. “On your bottom, Little one.”
She tipped her head way back and looked up at him as she lowered to her tush.
He cupped her face. “I have a lot of rules, Little one. You will learn them throughout the coming days. Rule number one: no standing in the playpen or in your crib. You may crawl on your hands and knees or sit on your bottom. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy, and she squirmed. “Why?”
“When I put you in your playpen or crib, I need to know you will be safe while I cook or work. I need to trust that you will not do anything dangerous like climb over the side or fall. If I catch you on your feet, I will spank your bottom so hard you won’t be able to sit.” He lifted a brow.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“I’m going to make breakfast while you explore. There are books and toys and dolls for you to play with. There’s also an electronic device you can use to play games, listen to music, or watch movies. There’s a headset next to it.” He pointed toward the shelf.
“I’ve never had one of those,” she mused, turning to crawl that direction.
She was so stinking adorable in her pretty dress with her diaper exposed as she crawled away. His heart could hardly take it.
She plopped back down on her bottom and picked up the screen. “I can watch anything?” She looked back at him.
“Anything I approve, Little one. I’ve downloaded many things for you, but you don’t have the password to add to the material. Only Daddy can do that. You let me know what you’d like, and I’ll decide if it’s appropriate.”
She visibly shuddered before lowering her attention back to the device and turning it on. “Okay, Daddy.”
It was hard to walk away from her, and his heart was racing once again. Her compliance with his rules was shocking. He had expected an uphill battle. Sure, there had been a few issues she’d argued about so far, but most of his demands she’d taken in stride.
She hadn’t simply accepted his edict that he would decide what was appropriate for her to read or watch; she’d embraced it. She was made for him. She would thrive under his control and guidance. She needed boundaries and restrictions.
Every Little girl mated to an Alpha Protector was submissive to some degree, but Khloe craved the deeper submission he would require of her. It was in her blood even though the entire concept had been foreign to her until he’d claimed her.
Granted, submission was a normal part of life even in the valley where she’d been raised, but no male living in the valley exercised a level of dominance that compared to the Alpha Protectors. On top of that, Felix had known for many years that he would demand far more from his Little girl than other Alphas.
The fact that she was submitting so easily to him was icing on the cake. When he glanced over his shoulder to see that she’d set the electronic screen down and was now playing with a doll, he stopped breathing. She was precious and perfect.
But they needed to eat, so he pulled out eggs, sausage, and potatoes. As soon as he had breakfast started, he returned to her. She had to be starving. He wanted her to be able to nibble on a snack while he cooked.
“Come, Little one.” He leaned over the side, holding out his arms to pick her up, pleased when she set her doll down and crawled to him.
He lifted her under her arms and brought her to his chest, making her giggle when he kissed all over her face. “Good girl.”
After carrying her to the other side of the great room where the kitchen area was, he stood her on her feet. “Arms up, Little one.”
She lifted her arms and let him pull her dress off, but she was frowning.
He tapped her nose before grabbing her hips to settle her in the high chair. “I’ll put your dress back on after you eat, Baby girl. This way you won’t get anything on it.”
She held her breath while he brought straps up between her legs and around her waist to fasten her into the chair. She was panting by the time he popped the tray into place. Each new thing he introduced would startle her, but she would adapt.
He handed her a sippy cup of juice and poured a scoop of healthy cereal on her tray. “This will tide you over until breakfast is ready. I know you’re hungry.”