Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Orion
I make pasta and meat sauce while Cora watches me.
She keeps her hands on the arms of her seat, gripping the armrests.
She’s probably worried about what I might do if she touches herself without permission, and she should be.
It’s intentional. First, I ordered her to play with her nipples, and then I warned her not to touch them without permission.
Pointing out those restraints at the sides of her booster seat has her squirming. She keeps glancing at them, probably wondering if I’m serious. I hope she challenges me. She’ll only do so because she’s curious to find out what it feels like to be even more restrained.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see that it’s Pryce. “Hey.”
“Sorry to bother you. I know you’re occupied, but I wanted to update you on the situation with Vincent Jones.”
“I’m listening.” I lean a hip against the counter and watch my girl while I listen. She’s staring at me, and she deserves to be updated, but I’ll paraphrase after I hear from Pryce. I don’t think Cora needs all the details, especially if they’re upsetting.
“Sylas followed him home. The man drove like a bat out of hell. He’s livid. When he arrived, he stomped around the outside of his property, throwing anything he could get his hands on. Then he went inside and did more of the same.”
“I assume Sylas put up cameras.”
“Yep. Discrete ones. The asshole has no idea he’s being watched in every room of the house.”
I smirk. Good. Serves the fucker right. “Listen, I’m not sure that house or the property even belongs to him.”
“Seriously?” Pryce’s voice rises.
“Cora’s mother was living there before she married Jones. He moved into the house. Cora has lived there her entire life. He led her to believe that he was doing her a favor in letting her stay in what I suspect is her own home that he’s not even entitled to.”
Cora is staring at me with wide eyes, biting her lip, gripping the armrests so tight her knuckles are white.
“Fuck. I’ll kill the man myself if that’s the case,” Pryce grumbles.
“Nope. I’ll do it. But can you dig around and see if that’s a possibility?”
“Of course. I’m on it. How is Cora? I heard her arm was injured when you brought her home.”
“Much better. Our serum really helps. It’s been so long since we’ve been around other females that I’d forgotten how quickly our mates will heal after we’ve claimed them.”
“Especially since none of us remember the last time a new mate was claimed into the pride. When our mothers were hurting, we had no way of knowing how bad the injury could have been if they had been unclaimed.”
“That’s true.”
“I’ll let you go. I’ll call when I know more about Jones.”
“Thank you.” I end the call and put the phone back in my pocket.
Cora immediately speaks up. “You really think I’m the owner of my mother’s property?”
“It’s a possibility, Little doll.” I stroll toward her and stop short, not touching her. From this close, I’m aware of her pulse picking up. She’s trembling, confused by why I’m not stroking her skin.
“I’ll be so fucking pissed,” she growls.
I chuckle. “I’m sure you will, Little doll.
And I’ll let you cuss when it’s warranted, but don’t start thinking you can use naughty language all the time.
If you do, it won’t be a spanking I’ll mete out for your punishment.
You’ll find yourself standing in the corner, holding a bar of soap in your mouth. ” I lift a brow.
She gasps. “You can’t do that. I’m not a child.”
“Oh, you’re definitely not a child. You’re clearly a grown woman. Every delightful inch of you. But you’re my Little girl at the same time, and I don’t want to hear foul language from you, understood?”
She sighs. “Yes, Daddy.”
I don’t have to smell her heightened arousal this time. I can see her thighs tighten at the same time. The clever wooden post between her legs is driving her to distraction. In addition, she thrives on my bossiness.
Reaching out, I flick her pert nipples with my fingers. I really love this tank top. It leaves nothing to the imagination, allowing me to see exactly how hard her tits are at all times.
Cora arches her chest toward me and moans. “Daddy…”
I tap them again. Luckily the pasta is boiling, so we have a few minutes left before I need to do something with dinner. “You’re curious,” I point out.
She cocks her head to one side. “About what?”
I chuckle. “What it will feel like to have your arms restrained at your sides.”
Her breath hitches. “No, I’m not.” The scent of her pheromones increases.
“Tsk tsk. Naughty Little girl. You should not lie to Daddy. I’ve told you that.”
Cora licks her lips. Her green eyes are so pretty, especially when they’re so wide.
I pinch one of her nipples. “Would you like Daddy to restrain you so you’ll know what it feels like, Little doll?”
She shakes her head slowly, eyes still on mine.
I lift a brow, waiting for her to change her mind. She’s struggling to understand her needs and ask for them to be met. My world is so different from anything she’s ever experienced. It would be even if she’d been living a normal life in town. But she’s been isolated and mistreated for years.
I wait.
Finally, she swallows. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, what, Little doll?” I ask, gently cupping her breast and thumbing her tight bud.
After another hesitation she murmurs, “Please restrain me, Daddy.”
My heart soars. She’s so fucking precious.
“Good girl. I know it’s hard to ask for what you need, but I want you to learn that you can tell Daddy anything you’re thinking.
Sometimes you might feel like you’d rather be diapered than wear panties.
Though I won’t change my mind about diapering you when I decide it’s necessary, I won’t deny you if you feel the desire at other times. ”
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.”