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)
“No, Daddy,” she insisted, growing concerned she’d stepped over a few lines.
He pulled a chair up close to her and sat so they were eye to eye. He put his hands on her bare thighs. “I know everything about my customs is new to you, and it will take a while to feel comfortable in your new life. That’s understandable. Plus, you had a very rough day yesterday, a scary day. I won’t deny that. But you’re my mate now, Little one. Even though we haven’t formalized our union with a ceremony, you know that a handful of words and a few documents won’t change our bond.” He lifted a brow as if that last were a question.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured.
He lifted her right arm and flattened his left wrist against her right one.
She gasped and tried to pull away.
Brock wrapped the long fingers of his other hand around their combined wrists and forced her to maintain contact with him, forced her mark to line up with his.
Every inch of her body tingled as waves of irrational pleasure consumed her and turned her world upside down.
“We’re one, Little doll,” he said softly. “Connected. It’s an unbreakable bond.”
She nodded as she squirmed. Her panties grew wet, and the temperature in the room went up ten degrees. She considered scooting her butt forward so she could rub her clit against the strap between her legs.
He continued, “Fate determined long ago that you would be mine. I waited twenty years for you to come of age to join me. You’re the most important person on this planet to me and always have been. All I want is to make you happy, see that pretty smile on your face, and hear your precious giggle every day.”
She swallowed. His speech was so serious, and yet the connection against his arm was heating her from the inside out and making it difficult to focus on anything but the heaviness of her breasts, the pulsing need of her pussy, and even her wolf hovering near the surface.
“Every single decision I make for the rest of our lives will revolve around ensuring you are safe and know you are loved.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and her lip trembled.
When he finally released her arm, he drew it down to her side and fastened a strap she hadn’t noticed around her wrist. He did the same to the other side, securing her so that she couldn’t even reach the center buckle to unfasten herself.
He grabbed the tray to her highchair next and popped it into place, trapping her hands underneath. And then he clasped the sides of the tray and leaned in closer, holding her gaze. “Everything I do is for a reason, Little doll. Not to aggravate you or make you mad but often to heighten your pleasure.”
She lifted her glutes off the seat just far enough to rub her pussy against the strap between her legs.
Without looking, Brock reached under the tray, released the strap from between her legs, and dragged her knees apart. “Wrap your ankles around the legs of the highchair, Little one.”
She did as she was told, her breaths ragged and uneven. More arousal gathered at her pussy.
“If I touched your panties, would I find them wet, Little doll?”
She sniffled and nodded.
“Words, Suzette.”
“Yes, Sir. My panties are wet.” And now her cheeks were flaming.
“Why are your panties wet?”
She lowered her gaze, embarrassed. How did he manage to embarrass her like this, and why did she like it?
“Eyes on mine, Suzette,” he reprimanded.
She lifted her gaze back to his.
“Answer my question, Little one.”
She squirmed, knowing she wasn’t going to get out of answering him. It would be best to get it over with. “Because you restrained me, Daddy.”
“Good girl. It’s going to take time for you to become self-aware, but you already recognize what your submission does to your pussy.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Do you think you can trust me to know what you need, Little one?”
“I guess.”
He smiled and reached up to stroke her cheek. “Trust me when I say all Alpha Protectors expect the same level of submission I’m requiring of you. All of us baby our Little girls. It comes from a deep need to nurture and protect. You’ll understand it better in the coming days and weeks. You were born to submit to me. You were born to be my Little girl and my mate. Do you doubt that?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.” She definitely didn’t doubt that for a moment. She’d felt connected to him in a way she’d never imagined from the moment he’d pulled her out of that cage and lifted her into his arms yesterday. If she was honest with herself, she’d felt it even before that, probably because he’d come to her room every night for two weeks.