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)
“I’m not a baby, Daddy. I could use a bowl and a spoon.”
He bent and kissed her nose. “Fingers, Little one, and eat them one at a time. I don’t want you to choke while my back is turned.”
She rolled her pretty eyes. “I have never choked on my food, Daddy.” Her sassy tone was too cute to reprimand her.
“And you won’t start today.” He left her to scowl at him while he continued cooking. It took effort not to watch her, but he only allowed himself to glance in his peripheral vision a few times. That was enough to keep his cock hard. His Little girl had let go of her frustration quickly. Watching her pick up the cereal and pop it into her mouth one at a time made his heart stop.
As he dished up their food, he fortified himself for the next thing he would introduce to her. It was fun seeing all her reactions, but nerve-wracking, wondering if one of these times she would have a full tantrum. He was pushing her hard.
Some Little girls were nowhere near this stage of their new life so soon after the mating ceremony. Many would not have consummated their union so quickly, and most would have spent quite a bit of time with a sore bottom by now.
After setting the mounting plate of food on the table, he removed her sippy cup and popped the tray off. “Give Daddy your hand, Little one.”
She lifted her arm toward him, and he guided it to her side where he secured her wrist next to her hip. Her breath hitched, but she said nothing while he did the same to her other wrist before sliding the tray back into place.
She squirmed and arched her chest. Her nipples were hard little points. Her breathing was heavy, and her pheromones filled the kitchen. “Daddy…”
He settled in a chair next to her. He shouldn’t antagonize her, but he couldn’t resist reaching out and stroking her nipples with his thumbs.
Khloe bucked and arched again. “Daddy,” she cried out.
He chuckled. “I’m going to feed you, Baby girl. I don’t want your hands in the way.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “I can feed myself.”
“I know you can, but it pleases me to feed you.” He cupped her chin and tipped her head back, leaning in close so their gazes locked. “Obey Daddy, Baby girl,” he ordered.
She swallowed, not breaking their gaze.
He stroked her chin. “Let go of your control. Let Daddy take over. Do as you’re told. Don’t fight it. You need this. You need to let Daddy make decisions. You were born to obey me.”
She continued to stare at him, almost in a trance. Hypnotized by his demands. It was as natural as breathing. They were in sync in a way he never could have imagined. She would give him her power because she was helpless not to. It was Fated. Even though it felt foreign to her, she was bowing to his will at a rapid rate.
He stroked her chin again. She hadn’t even blinked yet. He leaned in closer and nuzzled his nose against hers, wanting her to verbally agree to his demands. Waiting for her to let go.
In a way, this moment was a test. It felt like they were crossing into new territory. He’d introduced a lot of things to her this morning, but this moment was crucial. It was a random point in their relationship, but he felt the air changing around them. It sizzled and sparked as time stood still.
“Relax your body,” he encouraged. “Let your mind still. Stop fighting it.”
He knew the moment the tension eased. Her entire body loosened. The lines in her face smoothed out. She licked her pretty lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
He kissed her on the lips, gently even though he wanted to yank her out of this highchair, carry her to their bed, and ravage her. There would be time for that later. He needed to feed her first. “Good girl.”
Chapter Twelve
Something shifted in the air. Khloe sensed it throughout her body as she watched her Daddy sit back and pick up a chubby rubber spork. It was surreal. He fully intended to Daddy her in every way. He was going to be demanding and expect her total submission.
She glanced around the great room, spotting the piano. “Can I play the piano after we eat?”
“I would love that, Little one. Open up.”
She turned back to find him holding the spork of scrambled eggs in front of her. Letting him feed her felt monumental. Even after the cereal, she was ravenous. All she’d had for two days was bottles. She knew they were packed with nutrients, but she wanted real food. This was her only option. He’d made it clear that arguing with him would never end well and she would never win.