Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She scanned the room slowly before settling her sights on the one piece of furniture that was sure to make her tremble. “That’s a crib.”
He kissed her neck again. “Yes. It will keep you safe when you nap.”
“I won’t sleep with you?”
“You will always sleep with me at night, Little one. That crib is for naps. When I put you down in the afternoon, the four sides will ensure your safety.”
She twisted her head to look at him directly over her shoulder. “From what? Falling out of bed?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never fallen out of bed.”
“And you never will. When you’re in your crib, you will stay on your bottom at all times. I don’t want you standing inside the enclosure for any reason. If I catch you trying to climb over the side, I will spank your bottom.”
Her cheeks turned pink. After a heartbeat, she jerked her gaze back to the room and homed in on the changing table. “Gavin…” she murmured.
He could feel her heart rate picking up. It was totally expected. The next few days would be filled with revelations she knew nothing about. “You will learn to submit to me deeply, Little one. At times, I will take care of you in every way. I know it’s difficult to fathom, but soon you’ll crave my dominance.”
“You want me to wear diapers?” she whispered.
“Sometimes. Don’t panic, Baby girl. Trust me. When you’re ready, you’ll want to wear them. Diapers help Little girls feel deeply nurtured.”
She shuddered in his arms.
He could sense her nerves, but she wasn’t running. She remained in his arms. Small victories.
Chapter Three
Molly was too stunned to argue. She couldn’t wrap her head around Gavin’s plans for her. It was hard to process anything in this room because she was still hung up on the huge revelation that she would not be cooking for him tonight or any other night.
The relief she felt over that was tremendous, but the odd role reversal shocked her. Her entire life she’d been told she needed to prepare to service her mate. That’s how things were in the valley. Apparently not in the mountains.
This room…
It was impossible to grasp what his expectations were. The thought of wearing a diaper or napping in a crib was impossible to internalize. “Gavin…” she muttered again.
“The mates of Alpha Protectors call their Dominants Daddy.”
She flinched. Daddy?
“It’s a term of endearment among my people, Baby girl.”
How odd. “You don’t want me to call you Gavin?”
“I won’t forbid it, Little one. But when you’re ready, you’ll call me Daddy with more frequency. It will come naturally.”
That was hard to fathom. Everything about this situation was surreal. She felt like she was out of her body, watching this unfolding of details.
“I can feel your stress level, Little one,” he said against her ear. “I’m going to touch you with my mark to help center you. It will be powerful, but it will help you understand how strong our bond will be.”
She watched as he lifted one arm from around her waist and held his marked wrist in front of her. “Touch it, Molly.”
She held her breath as she lifted one shaky hand out. She had no idea what to expect. Nervous energy filled the room like a living being. It was palpable.
It was so odd leaning into him like this. No one had ever been this close to her, and she felt the sizzle of power. She didn’t understand it, but what she did know was that she never wanted him to let her go. And she badly wanted to touch his mark. She was drawn to do so.
Everything around her faded as she set her fingertips on his mark. Her breath hitched. An electric current flowed between them. That was the only way she could think to describe the sensation.
But there was more. Something awakened inside her. Something she couldn’t identify. A need. It was so odd. A tightness in her stomach. She started panting.
She wanted to turn in his arms and flatten her front to his. She wanted to press her mark against his. She was drawn to do so as if by a higher power. And that’s exactly what was happening. Fate was nudging her.
She started trembling and couldn’t remove her fingers from his mark.
Finally he pried her loose and brought those fingers to his lips, kissing them.
Molly turned in his embrace, wrapped her arms around his neck, and honestly would have crawled up him like a monkey if the dress hadn’t been in the way.
She didn’t have to get quite so extreme, though, because he tucked his forearm under her butt and stood, taking her with him. He was so large that her feet were nowhere near the floor. If he dropped her, she would probably break a bone.
She held on to his neck, partly to ensure she wouldn’t fall but mostly because she wanted to touch his skin. She could feel his pulse. It seemed to be in sync with her own. Was that a thing? And why did she know it?