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 move to one side, reach for her hand, and bring it to the outside of the armrest where the leather straps hang. “I don’t want you tugging on these, especially not while your wrist is still healing.”
“I won’t, Daddy.”
After securing her first arm, I move to the other side to do the same.
My girl is panting with need when I’m done. I’ve forced her arms to hang slightly behind her hips, making her feel more open and vulnerable.
I cup her cheek lightly and stroke it with my thumb. “Pull your shoulders back, Little doll.”
She obeys me without hesitation this time.
“Good girl. Try not to squirm while I finish dinner.”
There are wooden spindles on her seat where her fingers dangle, and she finds both and fists them. It will help ground her.
I keep an eye on Cora while I finish making dinner, but it’s not necessary. I can scent her emotions. If she were in distress, I would know. She’s been nearly constantly aroused since I claimed her. Not unusual, but there are some Little girls who do not like to be restrained.
Cora does.
When I finish, I lift her entire chair and move it to the small island. We’ll eat here since she’s already seated and could be distressed if I moved her.
I dish up a plate of salad and another plate of mostaccioli. We won’t need more than one plate because I intend to feed my girl this meal. She hasn’t eaten anything solid since she got here. I’m not concerned. She’ll get enough calories from formula anytime she doesn’t eat.
After sitting on the stool next to her, I scoop up a small bite of pasta and sauce and blow on it before offering it to Cora.
She whimpers and squirms. “Daddy…”
“What’s wrong, Little doll?”
“You’re going to feed me?”
“Sure. Why not? Your arms are busy right now. Let Daddy feed you. Taking care of you in every way fills my soul.”
When I wave the bite in front of her, she opens her mouth to accept it.
Cora moans as she chews and swallows. “That’s so good, but my tummy is in knots because of you. It’s hard to eat.”
“Just eat what you can, Little doll. I will always offer you solid foods because I think it’s important for you to chew and swallow for your overall health, but anytime you don’t get enough or don’t feel like eating, Daddy will make sure you get plenty of calories from formula.”
She’s so cute when she bites her lower lip. She does so when she’s thinking hard. I wait for her to acknowledge me, and she eventually does. “You mean from bottles?”
“Yes, Little doll. Just like diapers, I will sometimes insist you take a bottle, but you’re welcome to ask me for one anytime in between.”
“And the pacifiers? Can I ask for those, too?” She’s sneaky.
“Mmm. Sometimes. There may be times when I prefer you keep your mouth free to speak, so you may not use a pacifier to avoid an important discussion, but if there’s no reason to deny you, I will not.”
“You intend to baby me,” she says as if this is new information.
“At times. I like to think of it as taking care of your needs, Little doll. All of them. Like I said, it brings me pleasure. Not just the act of feeding or changing you but your submission. When you allow me to dominate you in every way, you show me that you trust me on a level far deeper than the average couple. It’s in my nature as a lion shifter to want to nurture you and see to your every need.”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll try.”
“That’s all I can ask, Little doll.”
Chapter Eleven
Cora
Daddy leaves me sitting in this seat while he cleans up from dinner. His food was delicious, but I know I didn’t eat enough to please him. I’m oddly okay with that. I enjoyed reclining in his lap while he fed me a bottle earlier. It may be a strange custom, but I’m trying to wrap my mind around it and adjust.
“Do the other mates of your pride take bottles and wear diapers?” I ask as he returns to me.
“Navin is the only other member of my pride who is mated so far. To Brea.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize that. She’s so kind.”
“She is. And yes, she definitely takes bottles, wears diapers, and sucks pacifiers. It’s in our nature, Little doll.”
He comes to me and removes the cuffs around my wrists. I’ve been restrained for so long that it feels odd to lift my arms. He unfastens everything else next and lifts me out of the booster seat and up to his chest.
I wrap my legs around his body, loving the feel of his body heat.
Daddy carries me into the bedroom and through to the bathroom. Without a word, he stands me on a little stool in front of the sink, opens a new toothbrush, and puts toothpaste on it.