Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Felix couldn’t catch his breath for long seconds. He was stunned by how powerful his union with his mate had been. Far more powerful than he’d imagined possible. And the connection hung in the air, thick and heady, not dissipating.
Suddenly he realized it was their marks, and he jerked his arm from hers and settled his wrist against the bed. His perfect Little mate gasped as if the break in their connection allowed air to fill her lungs.
He released her other hand and cupped her face, stroking her cheeks, memorizing every freckle, every eyelash, every groove on her forehead. His need to dominate her was intense. He wanted to drag her to the edge of the bed, diaper her, feed her a bottle, and rock her to sleep.
He needed to tread carefully, though. He didn’t want her to panic. After the way they’d just consummated their mating, the next several hours would be filled with more sex and her rising temperature until she experienced her first shift. Those parts were unalterable.
Khloe released her panties, lifted her thin arms, and wrapped them around his neck. She smiled so broadly it lit up the room and his soul. She even clenched his cock where it was still buried inside her.
Finally she licked her lips and whispered, “Why do I already want to do that again?”
He chuckled. “Because that’s what nature intends.” He kissed her nose. “A lot of things are going to happen in the next twelve hours, Little one. I need you to be my good girl and do as you’re told as you grow closer to your first shifting.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she murmured.
“We will have sex many times in the coming hours, but first your body needs to heal for a bit.”
She grinned. “Okay.”
It seemed prudent to spell out the next few steps to her all at once so her shock could be dealt with in one fell swoop while he was still buried inside her. “Are you going to be my good girl?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He liked the way her pussy tightened around his cock and her pulse increased.
He stroked her temples. “Look at me, Khloe.”
She held his gaze obediently.
“You will submit deeply to me. You will do so because it’s how I’m wired and what I want. You will do so because Fate intended it to be so. She would not have matched us together if She hadn’t known you were right for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He could smell her anxiety, but her submission also filled the air. She had no idea what he would ask of her, but she wanted to please him. That was evident in her body’s reactions, her pulse, her pheromones, the rise and fall of her chest, the way she licked her lips, the way she stared at him…
“When I pull out of you, I will not clean you up. I want my come inside you and on your thighs. I want our home to smell of our first mating until I decide otherwise.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”
“The first thing I’m going to do is take your temperature, and I will do so many times in the coming hours so I can monitor you as you grow closer to your first shifting.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“The thermometer goes in your bottom. I will hold it there for several minutes to be sure to get an accurate reading.”
She shuddered as her lips trembled. What she also did was grip his cock again. It was common for Little girls to be embarrassed when their Daddies penetrated their bottoms with any object or their fingers, but the other reality was that deep inside they also enjoyed the feeling, would learn to accept it, and even craved it.
Khloe’s lips parted as she started panting.
Felix continued, “After I take your temperature, I will diaper you. I will do so in order to trap my come against your pussy as well as teach you to obey me.”
Her eyes widened as she sucked in a breath and held it.
He kept talking. “I will feed you a bottle because you need the calories and the fluid, and then you will nap in my arms for a while. By the time you finish resting, our need will be too hard to ignore, and we will come together again.”
He held her gaze, letting her process.
She finally swallowed and opened her mouth, but she didn’t speak. She seemed to change her mind about commenting.
Felix gave a mental fist pump and smiled before he eased out of her, immediately grabbing a diaper from the shelf on his nightstand. He slid it under her while she lay sated and pliant, guiding her knees wide as soon as the absorbent material was under her bottom.
When she lowered her arms to her chest, he shook his head. “Hands above your head, Baby girl.”
She trembled as she lifted them.
“Good girl.” He grabbed his supplies from the drawer on the nightstand, pushed her knees high to expose her bottom hole, and met her wide gaze. “Keep your legs in this position, Little one.”
He knew it would be difficult, but she managed to keep her pussy open and her bottom exposed while he prepared the thermometer. After coating it with lube, he used one hand to hold her bent legs and eased the thermometer into her tight hole with the other.
Khloe whimpered. He was honestly surprised by how compliant she was. Part of her complacency stemmed from the fact that she was still dazed from consummating their union. But part of it was simply her nature. He’d told her what he meant to do, and she was trying hard to do as instructed.
“I’m so proud of you, Baby girl,” he praised as he turned the thermometer around in her bottom, keeping her aware of its presence.
“I don’t like this part,” she finally protested weakly.
He smiled. “You’ll learn to enjoy it, Little one. I will train your bottom to crave my touch.”
Her cheeks turned bright pink.
Felix stroked her sensitive hole around the rod, teaching her to accept his touch. He kept the thermometer inside her longer than necessary because he liked the way she squirmed and panted.
When he finally pulled it out, he read it, cleaned it, and set it on the nightstand before putting slight pressure against her pelvis with one hand and pushing the middle finger of his other hand into her bottom.
Khloe tried to lift her hips and buck against the intrusion, but he didn’t let her.
“Don’t fight it, Little one. Every inch of you is mine. You will submit to my touch and enjoy it.”
Her lips parted as she started panting heavily.
Felix eased his finger in and out, deeper each time, teaching her what to expect. He hadn’t imagined introducing her to so many new things this fast, but she was accepting everything with far less protest than he’d expected.
She truly was his perfect match in every way. He needn’t have worried she wouldn’t be able to submit to him. It had always been Fated. Of course she was shocked and leery as expected, but she couldn’t bring herself to argue because every bone in her body wanted to obey him. It was written on her face.
Felix slid the base of his palm to her clit and applied pressure, enjoying the way she gasped as her body came back to life. He rocked his hand back and forth, rubbing her clit, forcing her to make a connection between her clit and her bottom.
When she arched her chest off the bed and moaned, he added a second finger to her bottom. Khloe stiffened, but she also let her legs open wider a few moments later, silently offering herself more fully to him.
He thought about pushing his thumb into her cunt but decided against it. She was writhing against him from the tight thrusts in her bottom and the grinding against her clit. It would be good for her to experience a rectal orgasm. It would help her let go of her inhibitions.
Khloe tipped her head back farther, fisted her hands in the sheets, and moaned. Her body shook for a few seconds, and then she came. Fuck, she was sexy. Every inch of her reacted to the orgasm. Her bottom milked his fingers. Her clit throbbed against his palm. Her breasts were full with hard, tight nipples. She trembled violently until he finally eased his fingers out of her and released her clit.
She became a limp, panting noodle, legs wide, while he cleaned his fingers. When he was finished, he pulled the front of the diaper up around her and fastened it at her hips before leaning on both palms on either side of her head. “Do you understand?”
She licked her lips and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
He grinned and scooped her into his arms, cradling her as he carried her out of the bedroom. Their pheromones filled the entire house, but the bedroom was the worst. He needed to get a bottle anyway, and his cock might settle down for a bit if they went to the living room where her scent wasn’t quite as potent.
He was kidding himself. There was no escaping the scent of their union. It was all over both of them. He hadn’t even put on pants. After grabbing a bottle from the fridge, he sat in the recliner in the living room, his cock pressed against her diapered hip. He ached to be inside her again, and he would, soon, but she needed to rest a bit first.
Felix brought the bottle to her mouth. “Open, Baby girl.”
She licked her lips. “Why do you want me to take a bottle and wear a diaper, Daddy? I haven’t done either for eighteen years.”
“Alpha Protectors are wired to be more dominant than men you knew in the valley, Baby girl. We crave a deeper submission from our mates. Feeding you and caring for you is one of the ways I will show you I care. Accepting my care is one of the ways you will show me your devotion.”
“It feels weird, Daddy,” she murmured. “The diaper is bulky, and I’m not sure I can use it.”
“You’ll get used to having your bottom padded, Little one. I promise. Wetting yourself for me will eventually be second nature.” He didn’t mind answering her questions or addressing her concerns. This was expected. He was impressed by how calm she was, so he pressed further. “Will you take this bottle for me, Baby girl?”
She finally parted her lips for him and let the nipple inside.
“Good girl. Suckle for me. You need the nourishment and fluids, then you can nap.”
His Little girl eagerly started sucking. She was probably extremely thirsty, which made compliance easier. When her eyes grew heavy, he jiggled the nipple. “Finish it all, Baby girl.”
She whimpered but continued sucking until it was all gone and sleep drew her under.
Felix set the bottle down, grabbed a pacifier from the end table, and popped it into her mouth. He stared in wonder at his Little girl as she eagerly sucked the soothing nipple. They hadn’t been home for more than a few hours, and already he had introduced her to damn near everything she would learn to expect. He hadn’t shown her the nursery yet, but surely after everything she’d accepted, she wouldn’t balk at the existence of a playroom and a crib.
He couldn’t stop smiling, and he lightly stroked her hair away from her forehead and drew a finger down her arm. She was perfection in every way. He was one very lucky Daddy.