16. King
SIXTEEN
KING
K ing slowly removed Ella’s clothes, piece by piece, letting her get used to him touching her so intimately. She shivered and bit her bottom lip but didn’t push him away, tell him to stop, or use her safeword. He didn’t let his hands linger, though his eyes were another story.
Her rosy, pink nipples were practically begging for his mouth. It wasn’t the time for that, though. Right now was about her being Little and learning to trust and allow him to take care of her. To let her be comforted, knowing she could be her truest self with him, and he would love every second of being her Daddy.
Sex would come later. And it would be amazing and worth the wait. King already knew Ella was his future. He was sure of it down to his bones. So, he would be patient and take things one step at a time. He was pretty sure she wasn’t a virgin, but he was also pretty sure that whatever experiences she’d had with men had been lacking and having a caretaker like him was totally new to her.
He dropped the nightie over her head, smiling at the two bunnies on the front with the words Best Bunnies printed on it.
“I need a bunch more bunnies on here, Daddy,” she murmured as she looked down at it. “I finally have friends. Lots of them.”
“Yeah, dollface. You do have lots of them.”
Warmth spread through him as a lump formed in his throat. He hated that she’d grown up without something so important. Her parents might have been loving and kind, but he wished they would have realized what she was missing. He was glad that they hadn’t given her a hard time about moving to Shadowridge because this was the best place for his sweet girl. She would be surrounded by friends here, and she’d be safe with him and the rest of the MC. Part of him wondered if she missed her parents. Even though he didn’t get to see his own as much as he’d like, he couldn’t imagine living on the other side of the country from them.
“Hold my shoulders and step out of your panties, baby,” he instructed.
She did as she was told. Not that it surprised him. Littles with tender bottoms usually behaved especially well for a while.
When he slid the new training panties up her legs and adjusted them over her waist, he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, her lips shining with her dew. His cock ached, but he ignored it. He loved that her body was having the same reactions as his. When the time came, he would make sure he showed her how much he loved it.
She squirmed slightly, probably trying to get used to the padding between her legs, which was there to absorb anything in the event of an accident. They hadn’t discussed her wearing diapers, but King got the feeling that Ella went really Little when she was in that headspace, so he went with his gut on what she might like. And based on her soft smile and twinkling eyes, he was pretty sure he'd guessed right.
“Dollface,” he began softly, his gaze locked on hers as if trying to imprint every detail of her face, “we need to talk about the rules of our relationship.”
Ella shifted closer, her eyes wide and attentive.
King took a slow breath and continued, “When we're alone or even at the clubhouse with the others, I want you to be completely dependent on me. Trust me for everything. I want to help you with eating, using the bathroom, getting dressed, bath time… and every other thing I can help with.”
He paused, watching as her pupils dilated ever so slightly—a silent affirmation that his words were stirring something deep within her. Encouraged, he pressed on. “I have specific rules, baby. Rules I expect you to follow to keep you safe and cared for.”
King leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping even further. “For instance, when I'm around, you'll ask me before doing certain things like going outside or getting snacks so I can ensure you’re not eating candy salad all the time. Before making plans, you’ll need to check with me, and you'll let me take care of you intimately. Which means things like diapering you before bedtime or taking your temperature in your bottom.”
He searched her face, and when he saw a soft nod and a flicker of understanding, he felt his resolve strengthen.
After a measured pause, he continued, “I need to know if you have any hard limits. Anything you're not comfortable with?”
The room was silent for a long, weighted moment. King’s heart pounded as he scanned her face for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
Finally, in a small, quiet voice, she replied, “I… I don't think there are any, Daddy, but I also don’t have a lot of experience, so I can’t say for sure.”
A small smile tugged at King's lips as he reached out to gently stroke a stray hair away from her forehead. “Okay, baby,” he said softly. “We'll adjust as we go, but remember: if something ever feels like too much, you tell me. This is about keeping you safe and making sure you feel cared for. Red will always be your safeword, and you are allowed to say it at any time. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
King's heart swelled at her response. “Remember, we can make adjustments at any time. You can talk to me about anything anytime, and we will make changes. It’s my job to make sure you feel safe, and I take that very seriously. Tomorrow we can write out a list of rules and talk about them more in-depth.”
Without breaking eye contact, Ella nodded again, smiling at him. He reached for her and picked her up effortlessly, and she immediately wrapped herself around him. Leaving her dirty clothes in a pile on the floor, he carried her into the bathroom and set her in front of the toilet. When he reached for her training panties and pulled them down, he half expected her to push him away, but instead, she blushed bright red and wiggled in place.
“Good girl. Sit and go potty. I’m going to get your toothbrush ready for you.”
He intentionally turned on the vanity faucet and made himself busy, letting her get used to having him in her space while she did something very personal. There would be many awkward and embarrassing moments as they got to know each other, but that was half the fun.
As soon as she finished, he let her clean herself up and pull up her panties, then he waited for her to come to the sink and wash her hands. The entire time they watched each other in the mirror, the air between them was electrified. Just looking at her got his heart racing.
“Open,” he instructed after she dried her hands.
She eyed the toothbrush but obeyed, and he brushed her teeth. It was a small thing that felt so damn big. So special. All he could think about was if she would be willing to give up her tiny house and come and live at the compound with him. Hell, he’d figure out a way to fit in the twin bed at her place with her if he had to so he could spend every night with her. It didn’t matter where they were as long as they were together.
King had never considered himself as obsessive as some of his brothers, but now he was starting to second guess that because he wanted to be with Ella every spare minute.
“It’s bedtime, dollface.”
Ella made a face and sighed, but she followed him into the bedroom. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pointed toward the couch, where the toys were piled.
“Go grab something to sleep with.” He patted her bottom, and she looked back at him with a wide, sleepy grin.
When she brought the stuffed Shadowridge Guardians bear over to the bed, he wasn’t surprised. He noticed how bright her eyes had gotten when she’d seen it. Fucking adorable.
“Are you going to come to bed with me?” she asked.
King pulled the covers up to her chin and leaned over, resting a hand on either side of her head. “I’m going to shower, and then I’ll get into bed with you. Here, suck on your paci, and I’ll be out in no time.”
As soon as he slid the paci between her lips, her eyes closed, and he had no doubt she’d be passed out by the time he returned. It had been a big day for his Little girl, and she was exhausted. So was he, but there was no way he’d be able to sleep until he did something about his painful erection, so a shower came first, and then he’d snuggle his girl all night long.