Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She hesitated, staring at the fork. Finally, she relented and opened her mouth to let him feed her.
“Good girl.”
“Mmm. That’s yummy, Daddy. I can’t believe you don’t expect me to cook for you.”
He chuckled. “Yep. This is our way of life, Little one.”
“It’s so different.”
“It is.” The next time he held the fork out with a bite of sausage on it, she reached for it, and he quietly lowered her wrist with his hand. “Let Daddy.”
She submitted.
“Good girl.” He was pushing her to submit deeper than he had anticipated. She’d been here less than twenty-four hours, and already he had her diapered, bottle-fed, and even pacifier-trained. Some of her submission came easily because it was in her nature. She was introverted and agreeable. But there was more to it than that. She deferred to him because it felt good.
The lucky thing was that Jayce didn’t have to guess about his mate’s physical reaction to his commands. He could scent it on her. She might not fully understand her body’s responses, but they weren’t deniable. Her pussy creamed each time she obeyed him.
When he lowered her wrist, he watched her nipples harden against her dress and smelled her need leaking from her cunt. The surrender of power turned her on.
His pretty Little girl shook her head when she was full, braids flying. Adorable.
He smiled and kissed her forehead before standing to get a wet cloth so he could clean off her hands and face. Removing the tray, he said, “I’m going to put you in your playpen for a bit, Baby girl. You can explore while I finish eating and clean the kitchen.”
“Okay.”
He lifted her out and set her on his hip. The playpen was set up in the middle of the great room, so she would never be more than a few feet away from him. He lowered her over the side and set her on her bottom. “Absolutely no standing, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He cupped her chin, tipped her head back, and bent to kiss her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
Yeah, her pussy creamed at those words, too. Fuck, she was precious.
“Staying on your bottom in your playpen is not just my rule. Every Alpha insists on that same rule. It’s for your safety. I need to know that I can leave the room, perhaps to shower or do something in another room, and you will be safe. The rule is more important for you than some of the others because I can’t trust that you won’t fall if you have a vision. Felix doesn’t allow Khloe to stand ever.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
After another quick kiss, he reluctantly left her to finish with breakfast, but he only took his eyes off her for a few seconds at a time. Mostly because he couldn’t stand to not be looking at her. She was imbedded deep inside him after less than a day.
He watched as she crawled around the space. She was so quiet. It was becoming more and more apparent that she’d always been soft-spoken. He sensed her tremendous unease while they were outside dealing with unexpected visitors. She was extremely shy with other people, and he needed to make a conscious effort to ensure she wasn’t uncomfortable in large groups.
Perhaps after some time, she would get to know the other mates and develop friendships that would help her come out of her shell, but forcing her was not a good idea.
She picked up a doll, and a smile spread across her face. The doll had a pacifier around its neck that could be popped in and out of its mouth. But more importantly, there was a matching pacifier on a matching ribbon that would fit Sienna.
His heart nearly stopped as he quietly watched her put the pacifier in the doll’s mouth before lifting the other ribbon over her own head and sucking the nipple along with her doll.
Most Little girls didn’t take a pacifier all the time. A lot of them did during naps, but Alphas didn’t force it on them. However, Jayce suspected his Little girl would find comfort in the rhythmic suckling. It would soothe her and help her relax in her new environment.
He quickly cleaned the kitchen while she found a book. By the time he returned to her, she was curled up on her side on the soft beanbag chair, reading. The pacifier was pulsing between her lips as she sucked. Her dress was hitched up, exposing her diapered bottom.
She looked up at him when he leaned over the side of the playpen. As if suddenly self-conscious, she sat up and released the pacifier.
“You’re fine, Little one. No need to panic. The playpen is your safe space. Does it feel cozy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. That’s what I want for you. It gives you boundaries, and I’ll keep plenty of things for you to do in there, so you don’t get bored.” He leaned over the side and reached for her because honestly, he needed her in his arms again.