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)
He scooted closer, cupped her face with both hands, and held her gaze. “You are a good girl, Jezebel. I know that. And I don’t want you to worry about getting your bottom spanked. It’s not going to be anything like you’re imagining. I promise.” How could he explain himself?
The tears rolled down her cheeks. Silent tears.
Arion’s chest tightened as he wiped them away with his thumbs. “Sweet girl, getting spanked is part of our lifestyle. I know it’s foreign to you right now, but trust me when I say you’re going to enjoy it.”
She gasped.
He nodded. “Most Little girls do naughty things on purpose because they like getting spanked.”
Her eyes went wider, her mouth falling open.
“Let’s finish breakfast, and then I’ll show you.” He swiped her cheeks again, sat back to take another bite, and then offered her one.
“Show me?” she asked, ignoring the spoon in front of her.
“Yes. I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know.”
Fair enough. “Have I done anything yet to cause you concern?”
She chewed on her bottom lip. Watching her think so hard was a pleasure. “I’m concerned that you’re going to expect me to use a diaper,” she admitted.
He held the bite closer until she finally opened her mouth to accept it.
“I won’t force you to use a diaper, Little one. You’ll use them when you’re ready.”
She winced. “Why would I ever be ready to do that?”
“Because you’re going to submit to me deeper than what you’re used to seeing in the valley. You’re going to learn to crave it. You’ll do so because it pleases me, and it’s rewarding. Eventually you’ll give up the fight and let yourself relax enough to no longer care if your diaper is wet. You’ll enjoy the closeness we’ll share, especially when I take care of you so intimately. Especially when I lay you on the changing table and clean up your bottom.”
She stared at him, not believing a word. It was plain on her face, but he didn’t mind. She would understand in time. He needed to have patience.
Chapter Twelve
Jezebel was seriously worried when breakfast was over. She’d eaten some bites, but not a lot. She found she craved the formula and drained the rest of her sippy cup as her Daddy cleaned the kitchen.
Maybe she drank the delicious concoction because it was something to do to take her mind off all the new things happening around her.
She’d never in her wildest dreams pictured someone seeing her naked. It simply hadn’t occurred to her. When her mother had explained what mated couples did in bed, she’d visualized it happening in the dark under the covers.
But her Daddy had spread her naked body open and stared at every inch of her. He’d licked most of her too. She still couldn’t believe that.
The next shocking thing on her mind at the moment was the thin pretty nightie she was wearing—that and nothing else. Her mother never wore so little clothing. Jezebel was pretty sure the woman even wore her inner shift in the bath. Modesty was drilled into all the girls from birth.
And Arion had shattered that norm in seconds. Her head was spinning.
She liked staring at his chest too. It was broad and firm. The muscles were so hard. She knew he was strong, but it was more than that. He was mouthwatering if she were being honest.
Every time she looked at him, she clenched her private parts, which were exposed. Never ever, ever had she gone without panties and a few layers of undergarments under her dress.
Something in this cabin felt like it was messing with her brain. She’d felt slightly lightheaded from the moment she woke up in her Daddy’s arms yesterday.
It was him. It was their connection. The bond. It was scrambling her mind, and she wasn’t sure she cared.
Daddy unfastened the buckles at her waist, but before he lifted her off the highchair as she expected, he hesitated, flipped his wrist so she could see the mark, and set it against her cheek.
Jezebel gasped. When he touched her with that mark, it did things to her. Good things, she thought. Or maybe naughty things that seemed good.
She set her hand on top of his wrist, pressing it against her cheek as she leaned into it. Her breasts felt heavier. With every breath, her nipples brushed against the thin material of her nightie.
She didn’t dare squeeze her thighs together, but she wanted to. There was a pressure between her legs. It wouldn’t stop, and it grew by the second as he continued to touch her.
Finally, he broke the contact and slid his palm down to hold her face. “That’s my good girl. When I see you close to panic, I’m going to press my mark against you to help you come back to me.”