Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I was concerned for a moment when she didn’t answer the bedroom door, but I simply unlocked it. At first, I couldn’t see my Little girl or any evidence of her in the bedroom, which caused my chest to tighten, but then I noticed her clothes on the floor outside the closet.
To say I was startled is an understatement. I wasted no time crossing the room and opening the door. Instantly, I knew fear had caused her to hide. I can’t blame her.
I was so pleased to see her in my soft shirt that I couldn’t resist stripping off the rest of her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a bra. There wasn’t one on the floor with her blouse and cardigan, and then I discovered there was no evidence under my shirt either.
Good. I’d rather her be natural as much as possible. Of course, I’ll buy her clothes that will be appropriate for stepping out of our home, but when we’re alone, I’d rather she be scantily clad or naked.
The pheromones wafting off her are intoxicating. Her arousal fills the room. It’s unnerving her. I realize she’s never experienced the kinds of feelings she’s having, and that pleases me on a caveman level. She’s mine. No one else has touched her. No one has made her crazed with lust.
She’s purring softly. I don’t think she’s aware. It’s so fucking sweet. I need to feed her, though. I doubt she has eaten well in a long time. She’s a bit underweight.
Keeping one hand on her bottom, I reach around with the other to pick up a sandwich. “Are you sure you don’t want a bite, Little doll?” I ask before sinking my teeth into the pile of bread, meats, and cheeses.
She shakes her head. “No, Daddy. I’m not hungry.”
I suspect that’s not entirely true. She’s freaking out, which is stealing her appetite. What she doesn’t realize is that I’m going to feed her after I eat, and she may or may not like my methods.
Sliding my hand up to the middle of her back, I encourage her to lean forward and rest her body against my chest.
Heaven is how I would describe holding my girl in my arms. My inner lion is pleased and chomping at the bit to fully claim her.
I rub her back while her heart beats against my chest. She’s slowly relaxing in my arms, but it’s going to take time for her to trust that she’s safe and loved. Adored.
She’s been abused for so long that she doesn’t remember what it was like to be taken care of instead of the other way around. I’ll fix that as fast as possible.
I had hoped she would decide to eat at least some of the sandwich, but she snuggles into me and never gives any indication she’s interested in even a bite.
When I’m done, I push the plate away and rise, readjusting her so her pussy is resting against my hip again. Her wet warmth is heavenly.
I carry her with me to the counter, where I open one of the cabinets and pull out a bottle. For a moment, she gives no indication she notices all the items on that particular shelf. But her breath hitches as I grab a container of formula and scoop some into the bottle.
She still says nothing as I fill it with warm water and shake it, keeping my finger over the tip of the nipple. She’s rigid, eyes wide, heart racing again.
Acting like there’s nothing out of the ordinary, I stroll over to the recliner, set the bottle on the end table, spin my Little girl around so she’s cradled in my arms, and sit.
As soon as I lean her back and pick up the bottle, she panics. “Daddy…”
“You have to eat, Little doll. It’s okay if you don’t feel like chewing and swallowing solid foods, but you need nutrition.”
“I’m not a baby, though. I can drink from a glass.”
I smile at her. “You don’t have to be a baby to take a bottle. Try it. I bet you’ll enjoy both the formula and the intimacy.”
She stares at me.
When I nudge her mouth with the nipple, she turns her head to one side and purses her lips. It’s adorable, and my heart soars. I love that she already trusts me enough to be defiant after years of not being permitted to express her opinion.
“Open your mouth, naughty girl. Let Daddy feed you.”
She shakes her head, keeping her lips sealed.
Fuck, she’s cute.
Keeping my voice calm, I say, “In the coming days, you’ll find that many of my people’s customs are odd by human standards. You’ll also discover that they can be enjoyable. Trust Daddy. I promise you’ll be pleased and adjust to your new life in no time.”
She pouts. “Can’t I have a glass, Daddy?”
“Nope. You’ll use sippy cups like the one you had water from earlier and bottles when I feel like feeding you. Like I said, the experience is bonding. You’ll see. I know you’re testing me, and I can assure you I will pass your tests every time. I will never shout at you or hit you in anger.”