13. Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KRIK
S omething was definitely wrong. He had walked in on her talking to her stuffed animal, Mike, about not asking for his opinion. What could that be about? Was she planning on running away at the first opportunity she had?
Betsy was going to be disappointed when she realized she would never be able to. He had taken precautions and knew what to look for.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as they walked closer to the room.
Kirk had shut the door after he left the room. Worry had started to seep into him when she took a long time. He figured she was going to check on the letter her friend had sent her. He did find it a little weird that it was taped to her door instead of in her mailbox.
Did she lie to him? He had told her several times not to lie to Daddy. But maybe everything could be because she was staying with him and knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
Part of Kirk knew it was selfish to hold her in his apartment and that he could let her go. But the other part wanted to be selfish and keep her all to himself. The moment he saw she had a stuffed animal and when he walked into her room, he knew she was his. He wanted to be her Daddy and to protect her.
So he wasn’t giving her a choice.
He wanted to protect her from all the evil in the world. When he found out she hadn’t done research on who Bonnie was before she messed with the website, it made his blood boil. He wanted her protected and knowing she didn’t, made him want to pull her over his lap and spank her.
Kirk knew he couldn’t do that since she wasn’t his at the time, but he would make sure it never happened again. He had already set that as a rule. If she didn’t follow it, it was her bottom on the line.
It made his hand itch to spank her just thinking about it. How many times had she not looked into someone and did a job? How many enemies had she made? Were there people after her?
“I’m okay,” she quietly said.
Kirk looked down at her and ran his hand through her hair. She let out a sigh and leaned into his hand.
“If that changes, you let me know. I’m here for you.”
He already knew there was something up. He just needed to remind her that she was in a safe place and could come to him for anything. It was going to take time and he just hoped he found out whatever it was before it was too late.
They stopped in front of the door.
“I want you to know that you can change anything you want in here. If you don’t like the color, let me know. If you want to add more toys, let me know. If you want everything redone, you let me know and we can do it.”
She stared at the door for several seconds before looking at him and nodding. Kirk opened the door and watched as she walked in, taking everything in. She blinked several times as she looked from the left to the right.
Kirk had a big crib on the left side of the room that could turn into a daybed if needed. He didn’t know what age his Little would be and wanted to have something that could do both in case.
The walls were white with a couple pictures hung up. In the right side of the room there was a big bookcase full of toys for all ages and coloring books.
Had he splurged when he was setting this up? Absolutely. He wanted it to be filled with whatever he thought she might need. But he was willing to buy her anything she needed or wanted.
“I want you to be a comfortable and safe place for you,” he gently said as he walked in behind her. “I bet you have already seen the punishment corner. That’s where spankings, corner time, and lines will happen.”
He watched as she looked over, taking in a shaky breath as she looked at it. Betsy quickly looked away, her face pained and an almost guilty look flew across it.
Something was definitely up.
Kirk wanted to know, he wanted to ask her and demand that she tell him what it was but he held himself back. He wanted Betsy to trust him, to come to him when she needed to talk about something. She wouldn’t do that if he demanded to know things when she wasn’t ready to tell him.
But he wasn’t going to let her stew on it for too long. If it started to mess with her mental health or affect her daily life, he was going to demand she tell him. He didn’t want her to suffer alone, thinking no one wanted to help her out. He wanted to and he was going to make sure she knew that.
“Do you want to change anything? It’s okay if you do.”
“I don’t want to change anything. I won’t be here long enough to warrant any changes.”
“Ah.”
Her eyes found his, giving him a puzzled look.
“I see me telling you several times that it hasn't fully sunk in. That’s okay, I can tell you again. I will tell you every hour if I need to, it’s no problem for me. I know the past couple of days have been stressful and up in the air, but you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Daddy is here.”
“What?”
He could see she was even more puzzled than before.
Kirk cupped her face with his hands. “You are mine and I am yours. You aren’t going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives. If you want to change something, you can change something. No matter how big or small it is.”
She stared at him, blinking several times as she took in his words.
“I want this to be your space. A space you can come in, love, and be comfortable. So if that means changing everything, we can change everything. I don’t want you to walk into this room and hate it. I want you to love it, and crave to be in this room.”
Kirk pulled her in for another hug. He didn’t know why he kept doing it, maybe it was because he wanted her in his arms, but he felt like she needed them. Had she gotten a lot of hugs growing up? Had she gotten a lot of hugs since living in that apartment?
If she hadn’t, he wanted to make up for it. She always melted in his arms and held on to his shirt. Had she been given a lot of hugs or were his hugs the few she had gotten in her life? Either way, he wasn’t going to stop.
“Do you want to change anything?” he asked. “You aren’t going to hurt my feelings if you say yes or no. I kept the walls white in case you wanted to change the color. We can add different and more pictures on the walls or we can take them all off.”
“The color of the walls,” she whispered, holding on to his shirt.
He cupped the back of her neck, keeping her closer. He wondered if she would like skin to skin contact and just to snuggle in the bed. Would that help her? Would it make her feel closer, more relaxed, and safe?
“What color do you want it to be?” he asked.
“Jade green but I want to paint it myself. I don’t want to hire someone.”
“That’s okay.”
“I’ve never painted a room before and I think it will be a lot of fun.”
“Then we’ll paint the room together. And if you find that you love it and want to paint more rooms, we can paint the apartment rooms different colors or have them all be jade green.”
Would it be a lot of green? Absolutely. Maybe a little overwhelming but if it made Betsy happy, he was willing to do it.
“Really?” she tilted her head to look at him.
Bending down, he kissed her forehead. “Yes, really. We can go paint shopping soon and grab everything we need. While we wait to go, you think of anything else you want to change. Okay?”
“Okay.” she rested her head on his chest once again.
Kirk held her as they stood in the room. He loved having her in his arms, knowing she was safe and snuggled up to him. He could spend hours with her in his arms and never get tired of it.
He pulled away from her. “Do you want to take a bath?”
She took several steps back. “Sure.”
“Do you want Daddy to help you?”
He was hoping she would say yes. He wanted to take care of her, spoil her, and show her that he loved her. Yes, he did love her. It had only been a couple of days, but he knew she was the one for him. There was no one else.
Betsy gripped onto her shirt. “I. I can take a shower by myself.”
Her voice shook as she spoke. What was going on? Was something wrong or was she just shy?
“Are you sure? Daddy doesn’t mind helping you take a bath if you want to relax.”
The grip she had on her shirt tightened. “I’m sure,” she whispered.
His head tilted to the left, taking in her posture. She had gone all ridged and closed off when he asked if she wanted him to help. What could be going on? Was everything okay?
“If you’re on your period, that doesn’t bother me. If anything, I want to know when you are so I can take care of you. DO you need any products, medicine, chocolate, or anything you are craving?”
Kirk knew it varied between women on how bad their cramps were or how heavy their flow was. It didn’t gross him out to talk about it. If anything, he was curious and wanted to help her in any way he could.
“Stop.”
“Stop what? Talking about it?”
“Please.”
“Baby. We are going to talk about your period. I want to know when you are on it so I can help you. Some women love to have their man's hand on their stomach. The heat but also the pressure helps. I just want to make sure you have everything. There are no secrets between us.”
Betsy looked away from him. Something was definitely up and how she was acting made him want to get down to the core issue. What could possibly be wrong?
“I d-don’t want to talk about it.”
“We’ll take it slow, but we will talk about it. Just like we’re going to talk about when you masturbate. I’ll also tell you when I do or how many times I’ve had. We have no secrets between us.”
He could see the unease look across her face. Yeah, he was making her uncomfortable but he wanted her to know they were going to talk about things. He didn’t want anything between them.
“We’ll stop for now so I don’t make you any more uncomfortable, but just know it will pop up again.”
“Shower?” she asked.
“I’ll let you take it in my bathroom since it’s bigger and has the shower. The other bathroom only has a bathtub. You go grab your clothes and I’ll grab you a towel.”
“Thanks.”
He watched her scurry out of the room and towards her. He watched her elegantly move, almost like she had control of every muscle in her body. Looking away, he walked out of her playroom and to the closet. He grabbed a towel and stood outside of her door, waiting for her to come out.
“You okay?” he called out.
Kirk didn’t think it was going to take a long time to get clothes, but he didn’t know her routine. Maybe she had things a certain way and could only take a shower that way. He knew Raynar was like that with several things.
“I’m good,” she came out of her room.
“Follow me.” he started walking towards his room. It was the next room over from hers. “I do want you to know that when you take a shower, you’ll have to have the door open. The fan doesn’t work and I’ve been meaning to fix it. I just need you to keep it open so the steam comes out.”
He looked back to see her stumble on her step.
“Are you okay?”
She gave him a shaky smile. “Uh, I can just take a bath in the other bathroom.”
“If you are worried about me looking, I promise I won’t. I’ll raise my voice so you know I am coming near. That way you’ll have enough time to wrap a towel around you or put your clothes on.
“O-okay.”