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I gasp. “That’s a silly punishment,” I tell him.

“Not if it works.”

He’s got me. Sighing, I suck harder on the nipple.

“There’s my good girl.”

“It’s too much,” I whine ten minutes later. There’s still a few inches left in the bottle, but I’m worried about needing to pee.

“It’s just the right amount. You need more calories, Amelia. When we get to the doctor, I’m certain he will confirm you are underweight and put you on a strict feeding schedule.”

Doctor? “When do I have to go to the doctor?”

“As soon as we arrive on the island, Baby girl. All Littles go to the doctor within the first twenty-four hours.”

“But I’m not sick,” I argue.

“You’ll have regular wellness visits, Amelia. Every Little on the island is monitored closely by the doctors and nurses at the clinic. You’ll go every week at first.”

“Every week?” My voice squeaks.

“Yes, Baby girl. More often than that if it seems necessary.”

I’ve read books where the Littles go to the doctor. They are usually examined very thoroughly. Is that what’s going to happen? I’m panting again, and I don’t want Noah to know it, so I lift my bottle and drink more of the formula.

When it’s finally gone, I lift it up and show it to him. “Empty.”

“Good girl. You’ll be on a formula-only diet for a while, Little one.”

I shrug. “That’s okay. I don’t really like to eat many foods anyway.”

“I gathered that. This will work out perfectly for you, then.”

Chapter Six

We talk most of the way to the ferry. Noah asks me lots of questions, and I ask him a bunch, too. I like him more with every passing mile. I like how he laughs and smiles lightheartedly. He’s not a serious Daddy all the time even though I can tell he does have a firm side.

I grow nervous when Noah pulls into the parking lot. This is it. I’m embarking on a new journey. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. Noah pulls up to a valet at the front of the parking lot first. He gets out and hands off all our luggage to a porter before getting back in the driver’s seat and pulling down the rows until he finds a place to park.

When he opens my door and leans in, he’s grinning. “Ready, Baby girl?”

I nod, though I’m apprehensive at the same time.

He unfastens me and helps me out of the car before removing my car seat and scooting it all the way to the far side next to the opposite door.

I’m doing a potty dance. I need to pee really badly. I’ve been trying to distract myself for the last hour.

Noah eases out of the car and reaches for the hem of my dress. “Arms up, Baby girl.”

I gasp as he pulls my dress over my head without hesitation. We’re between cars, so it’s not likely anyone will see me, plus I’m not sure I care, but I’m stunned.

Seconds later, he squats in front of me and lowers my panties down my legs. “Step out, Amelia.”

I hold my breath as I grab his shoulders to brace myself, and then I’m completely naked except for my sandals. Noah hasn’t seen me naked, so I watch his face closely, hoping to read his expression.

When he lifts his head from my feet, he lets his gaze climb slowly up my body. He pauses when he reaches my breasts. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

I shudder at his compliment.