Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
As Felix suspected, he spent the next twenty-four hours in bed with his mate. She slept hard. That was expected. She probably hadn’t slept well the night before their mating ceremony, and then she’d had a very long twenty-four hours afterward.
He had introduced her to a way of life she had never known, taken her virginity, and fucked her senseless more times than he could count. After her shift and the spanking she’d needed, she’d collapsed.
Felix slept off and on, not wanting to leave her side. He fed her every few hours and changed her when necessary, but it wasn’t until the next morning that she opened her eyes and looked at him with lucidity.
He smiled. “Hey there, Little one. Welcome back.”
She blushed adorably. “I’ve been asleep forever.”
“Yes.” He kissed her cheek. “You needed the rest. Do you feel better?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He grinned. He loved it when she called him Daddy, and it was even more musical after twenty-four hours of very little communication. He set a hand on her belly and pressed against her bladder, knowing she hadn’t peed in a while.
She lifted her knees and groaned. “Can I use the potty now?”
“No, Little one. You’ll use your diaper.”
“Always?” Her eyes widened.
“Most of the time.”
“Why?”
“Because it pleases me for you to let me take care of your every need.”
“But I’m not a baby,” she argued.
“You’re my Baby girl, Khloe. It has nothing to do with your age. I’m well aware you’re an adult, and I fully intend to do naughty adult things to your body after we eat breakfast, but you will submit deeply to me because it’s what I want. If you argue with me about using a diaper, it will be a long time before I let you wear panties for any reason. If you’re a good girl and obey me when we’re at home, I will consider letting you wear panties when we visit friends and family.”
She pursed her lips as though forcing herself not to continue arguing, and when he pressed against her bladder again, she squeezed her eyes closed and wet herself.
His heart soared. Fate could not have selected a better mate for him than Khloe. There were no accidents. She was his, and she would do his bidding because his need to dominate her was strong.
Felix cupped his pretty mate’s face and kissed her soundly. He was so proud of her. They had a lot to discuss today, and he liked that they were starting off on the right foot.
He’d been awake for a few hours, watching her sleep and preparing what he would say to her. He’d known in his mind that he needed to be firm from the moment she opened her eyes so she would know that he was in charge and would not be backing down.
Now that he’d established his position as her Alpha Protector, they needed to move on to other business. His Little girl had not yet been introduced to the nursery he had prepared for her. She’d seen the playpen he had in the living room, but she’d ignored it and jerked her gaze in another direction every time she’d been faced with the colorful area he’d prepared.
After sliding off the side of the bed, he dragged his Little mate to the edge where he would often change her diaper, especially in the mornings because he intended for her to sleep in his arms for the rest of their lives.
Some mates preferred to settle their Little girl in her crib in her nursery during the night, but Felix was never going to be that kind of Alpha. He would not be able to sleep soundly with his Little one in another room.
Yes, there were legitimate arguments that supported separate rooms. He understood all of them. Cribs gave Little girls a safe place to sleep more restfully. They provided comfort and protection. They allowed the Little to regroup and have some downtime.
Felix would give his Little girl downtime when he felt like she needed it. She would nap in her crib and spend time in her playpen. He would also permit her to play the piano or take up any other instrument she was interested in with very few restrictions. He wouldn’t let her play through meals or in the middle of the night, but he wasn’t an unreasonable man when it came to his Baby girl’s passions.
Yes, she would have her downtime, but not at night. At night, she would sleep in his arms.
She said nothing while he changed her diaper and cleaned her up, but at least she didn’t look away. She watched him intently, keeping her legs wide like a good girl.
When he was done, he lifted her up and settled her on his hip. “I want to show you something.” He tickled her under her breast to lighten the air between them before carrying her across the hallway and opening the door.
Khloe gasped as he stepped inside. “I don’t understand.”
“This is your room, Little one. A place to relax and play. I tried to fill it with things your sister said you would like, but you’re welcome to add to it. I want this to be a haven for you. A space where you can totally let your guard down.”
“It’s a baby nursery,” she murmured.
“And you’re my Baby girl,” he reminded her as he let her slide down his body before setting her on her feet. She was naked except for the diaper, and she was adorable.
It seemed she was also growing more comfortable with her nudity. She wandered around the room slowly, taking everything in without saying a word about her exposed breasts.
Felix crossed over, opened the closet, and stepped back to let her see the contents.
Khloe’s breath hitched and her eyes widened as she joined him. Her fingers looked so tiny as she reached up to stroke them over the fabric of one of the dresses. “I love yellow.”
“I know, Little one.” He chuckled. Half of the dresses in this closet were some shade of yellow. Half the room was yellow, too.
“Do you want me to wear these in the house?” she asked, looking up at him.
“You’ll wear pretty dresses like these most of the time. This is how Little girls who are mated to Alpha Protectors dress, Baby girl.”
She jerked her gaze back to the row of dresses. “They’re so short.”
“Yep. You’ll never be covered from head to toe with layers of clothing again, Little one. It will feel odd at first when I dress you in colorful dresses that barely cover your bottom and leave your arms exposed. You’re not used to such revealing clothing, but you’ll grow accustomed to it quickly.”
“You want me to wear these tiny dresses even when we leave the house?”
“Yes, Baby girl. I promise you would feel very strange among the other Little girls if you were dressed differently.”
She started giggling. “My sister must be ecstatic. She hated the boring long dresses we wore for twenty years.”
“I know.” He smiled, once again pleased by his mate’s response.
“Can I wear one now?”
“Yes, Little one. You pick.”
She hesitated a moment. “You’re going to let me pick?”
He chuckled. “Sometimes I will give you options, Little one. You may wear whatever dress you’d like.”
She beamed as she slowly slid them across the pole, looking at each one of them. “They are so pretty. It’s hard to choose.”
“You have your entire life to wear them. If you want to, you can change every hour to try them all out,” he teased.
“Can I?” She glanced at him.
“Yes.” He bent down to pick her up because he couldn’t stand going another moment without touching her. Holding her against his side, he started moving the hangers across the rod for her. “Yellow?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“How about this one?” he suggested because it seemed she was having trouble deciding.
“That one is perfect. It’s so pretty.”
He removed it from the hanger, settled her back on her feet, and held it up. “Arms up, Baby girl.” He lowered it over her head and down her arms before smoothing the front down. It was a shiny satin, yellow dress with tiny lace flowers along the hem and short sleeves. It was delicate and adorable and suited her perfectly.
“It’s so fancy,” she said as she spun around.
“I will admit, the dresses in your closet are probably fancier than the average Little girl living in the mountains. I might have gone overboard. Leah told me she thought you would like prettier things than some girls.”
“It’s beautiful.”
Leaving her barefoot, he took her hand and led her out of the nursery and back through their bedroom, aiming for the bathroom. When he angled her toward the mirror and opened a drawer, she gasped. “What’s all this?”
He chuckled. “Pretty hair bobbles.”
She picked up a pair of yellow bows. “Can I try them? Do you have a brush?”
He opened another drawer that was equally filled with hair products for his Little girl and pulled out a brush. When she reached for it, he held it out of range. “Daddy will fix your hair.”
She giggled. “You can do hair?”
“Yep. I’m a trained professional. I promise,” he teased. He slowly brushed out her long hair, careful not to pull too hard before parting it down the middle and gathering one side into a high pigtail.
She giggled again. “I haven’t worn pigtails since I was a toddler.”
“Now you will do so again. Sometimes I will braid it.” He secured the pigtail with a band and added the bright yellow bow.
She was grinning while he did the other one, and when he finished, she stared at herself, running her hands down the long lengths of hair that now hung over her shoulders. She met his gaze in the mirror. “The other mates wear their hair like this?”
“Yes, Little one. All of them. None of them are as pretty as you, of course, but I suspect their Daddies think otherwise,” he teased.
Taking her hand again, he led her into the living room, guiding her toward the playpen. He lifted her over the edge and stood her on her feet. “On your bottom, Little one.”
She tipped her head way back and looked up at him as she lowered to her tush.
He cupped her face. “I have a lot of rules, Little one. You will learn them throughout the coming days. Rule number one: no standing in the playpen or in your crib. You may crawl on your hands and knees or sit on your bottom. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy, and she squirmed. “Why?”
“When I put you in your playpen or crib, I need to know you will be safe while I cook or work. I need to trust that you will not do anything dangerous like climb over the side or fall. If I catch you on your feet, I will spank your bottom so hard you won’t be able to sit.” He lifted a brow.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“I’m going to make breakfast while you explore. There are books and toys and dolls for you to play with. There’s also an electronic device you can use to play games, listen to music, or watch movies. There’s a headset next to it.” He pointed toward the shelf.
“I’ve never had one of those,” she mused, turning to crawl that direction.
She was so stinking adorable in her pretty dress with her diaper exposed as she crawled away. His heart could hardly take it.
She plopped back down on her bottom and picked up the screen. “I can watch anything?” She looked back at him.
“Anything I approve, Little one. I’ve downloaded many things for you, but you don’t have the password to add to the material. Only Daddy can do that. You let me know what you’d like, and I’ll decide if it’s appropriate.”
She visibly shuddered before lowering her attention back to the device and turning it on. “Okay, Daddy.”
It was hard to walk away from her, and his heart was racing once again. Her compliance with his rules was shocking. He had expected an uphill battle. Sure, there had been a few issues she’d argued about so far, but most of his demands she’d taken in stride.
She hadn’t simply accepted his edict that he would decide what was appropriate for her to read or watch; she’d embraced it. She was made for him. She would thrive under his control and guidance. She needed boundaries and restrictions.
Every Little girl mated to an Alpha Protector was submissive to some degree, but Khloe craved the deeper submission he would require of her. It was in her blood even though the entire concept had been foreign to her until he’d claimed her.
Granted, submission was a normal part of life even in the valley where she’d been raised, but no male living in the valley exercised a level of dominance that compared to the Alpha Protectors. On top of that, Felix had known for many years that he would demand far more from his Little girl than other Alphas.
The fact that she was submitting so easily to him was icing on the cake. When he glanced over his shoulder to see that she’d set the electronic screen down and was now playing with a doll, he stopped breathing. She was precious and perfect.
But they needed to eat, so he pulled out eggs, sausage, and potatoes. As soon as he had breakfast started, he returned to her. She had to be starving. He wanted her to be able to nibble on a snack while he cooked.
“Come, Little one.” He leaned over the side, holding out his arms to pick her up, pleased when she set her doll down and crawled to him.
He lifted her under her arms and brought her to his chest, making her giggle when he kissed all over her face. “Good girl.”
After carrying her to the other side of the great room where the kitchen area was, he stood her on her feet. “Arms up, Little one.”
She lifted her arms and let him pull her dress off, but she was frowning.
He tapped her nose before grabbing her hips to settle her in the high chair. “I’ll put your dress back on after you eat, Baby girl. This way you won’t get anything on it.”
She held her breath while he brought straps up between her legs and around her waist to fasten her into the chair. She was panting by the time he popped the tray into place. Each new thing he introduced would startle her, but she would adapt.
He handed her a sippy cup of juice and poured a scoop of healthy cereal on her tray. “This will tide you over until breakfast is ready. I know you’re hungry.”
“I’m not a baby, Daddy. I could use a bowl and a spoon.”
He bent and kissed her nose. “Fingers, Little one, and eat them one at a time. I don’t want you to choke while my back is turned.”
She rolled her pretty eyes. “I have never choked on my food, Daddy.” Her sassy tone was too cute to reprimand her.
“And you won’t start today.” He left her to scowl at him while he continued cooking. It took effort not to watch her, but he only allowed himself to glance in his peripheral vision a few times. That was enough to keep his cock hard. His Little girl had let go of her frustration quickly. Watching her pick up the cereal and pop it into her mouth one at a time made his heart stop.
As he dished up their food, he fortified himself for the next thing he would introduce to her. It was fun seeing all her reactions, but nerve-wracking, wondering if one of these times she would have a full tantrum. He was pushing her hard.
Some Little girls were nowhere near this stage of their new life so soon after the mating ceremony. Many would not have consummated their union so quickly, and most would have spent quite a bit of time with a sore bottom by now.
After setting the mounting plate of food on the table, he removed her sippy cup and popped the tray off. “Give Daddy your hand, Little one.”
She lifted her arm toward him, and he guided it to her side where he secured her wrist next to her hip. Her breath hitched, but she said nothing while he did the same to her other wrist before sliding the tray back into place.
She squirmed and arched her chest. Her nipples were hard little points. Her breathing was heavy, and her pheromones filled the kitchen. “Daddy…”
He settled in a chair next to her. He shouldn’t antagonize her, but he couldn’t resist reaching out and stroking her nipples with his thumbs.
Khloe bucked and arched again. “ Daddy ,” she cried out.
He chuckled. “I’m going to feed you, Baby girl. I don’t want your hands in the way.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “I can feed myself.”
“I know you can, but it pleases me to feed you.” He cupped her chin and tipped her head back, leaning in close so their gazes locked. “Obey Daddy, Baby girl,” he ordered.
She swallowed, not breaking their gaze.
He stroked her chin. “Let go of your control. Let Daddy take over. Do as you’re told. Don’t fight it. You need this. You need to let Daddy make decisions. You were born to obey me.”
She continued to stare at him, almost in a trance. Hypnotized by his demands. It was as natural as breathing. They were in sync in a way he never could have imagined. She would give him her power because she was helpless not to. It was Fated. Even though it felt foreign to her, she was bowing to his will at a rapid rate.
He stroked her chin again. She hadn’t even blinked yet. He leaned in closer and nuzzled his nose against hers, wanting her to verbally agree to his demands. Waiting for her to let go.
In a way, this moment was a test. It felt like they were crossing into new territory. He’d introduced a lot of things to her this morning, but this moment was crucial. It was a random point in their relationship, but he felt the air changing around them. It sizzled and sparked as time stood still.
“Relax your body,” he encouraged. “Let your mind still. Stop fighting it.”
He knew the moment the tension eased. Her entire body loosened. The lines in her face smoothed out. She licked her pretty lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
He kissed her on the lips, gently even though he wanted to yank her out of this highchair, carry her to their bed, and ravage her. There would be time for that later. He needed to feed her first. “Good girl.”