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Her mother had explained how the mating would take place in vague terms. Suzette was at least marginally educated about sex and what would be expected of her. But these feelings she had were nothing like anything she’d experienced before.
“I’m all tingly, Daddy,” she murmured.
“I know, Little doll. That’s normal. Our connection is strong. It will grow with every passing hour. You’ll feel it in your body even when I’m in another room, but you’ll feel it with far more intensity when our marks touch.”
He tapped his wrist against hers again, making her breath hitch as it did every time. She could feel the strange connection racing through her body. It made her restless and…desperate. She didn’t know what she was desperate for.
It was like a hunger that was growing and growing, but not for food. For contact. With him.
He was fully clothed. She was naked. And her body was on fire. Maybe she had a fever. Her mouth was dry, and no matter how many times she licked her lips, they remained dry.
Her breasts felt heavy, and every time he looked at them, she blushed. He could see all of her. Even her most intimate parts. When he looked at her, there was an intensity in his gaze. She could sense him holding back as though he wanted to devour her but wouldn’t let himself.
Devour her? What did that even mean?
“I’m going to restrain you, Little one,” he said calmly as he lifted her arms above her head. “I don’t want you to fall off the table while I examine you.”
As he stretched her arms high above her head, she nearly came off the table. And then he cuffed her wrists together and to the far end.
Suzette’s body heated. She dug her heels into the surface and arched her chest into the air. She couldn’t breathe. Her vision blurred. A need built inside her, making her feel like she was truly feverish.
Daddy set his hand on her torso between her breasts. “That’s my girl. Arch for me, Little one. You’re so incredibly gorgeous.”
His hand slid to cup one of her breasts, and he plucked her nipple, making her cry out. “Daddy!” She was panting and writhing. Embarrassment flooded her. She couldn’t control her body.
“Breathe for me,” he encouraged.
Was she not breathing? She gasped, drawing in lungsful of air, but it wasn’t enough.
“Good girl.”
“Hot… I’m too hot, Daddy.”
“I’m going to take your temperature, Little one, but I think the heat you feel is the needing.” He moved to the end of thetable and set his hands on her thighs. “Spread your legs for me. As wide as you can.”
His command made her blood heat ten more degrees, and she arched her chest again, restless and desperate.
“I don’t want to spank your naughty bottom after what you’ve been through today, Suzette. Be a good girl and open your legs for me.” His tone was demanding.
She found herself unable to disobey him. She’d been taught to submit to this man, but she’d never expected anything like this. She’d never imagined a nursery or her being naked and exposed to his gaze. Plus, she knew this was no ordinary table she was strapped to. She’d seen these in every nursery in town. This one was adult-sized, but it was still a changing table.
There was a crib in the room, too. A rocking chair, toys, dolls, stuffed animals, everything a Little girl could want. And he meant for her to be his Little girl.
A shudder wracked her body at the thought of playing in this room. Would he want her to sleep in here, too?
Remembering his command, she parted her thighs wide, embracing the heat, grasping onto this new world.
Daddy’s huge hands spread wide on her inner thighs, stroking up and down her smooth skin. “There are a lot of bruises on your thighs, Little doll, but there is no evidence he touched your sweet pussy.”
She pursed her lips, trying not to think hard about what he was saying.
She squeezed her eyes closed, but nothing blocked out his touch. In fact, without her vision, she found herself even more acutely aware of his thumbs parting her folds as he bent closer to her most private parts.
When he threaded his fingers in her dark curls, she gasped. A slight tug made her stop breathing again. A pulsing was growingbetween her legs, driving her mad. She felt like she needed something, but she had no idea what or how to ask for it.
“These curls are so pretty, Suzette, but I’m going to shave your pussy now. I need you to lie very still for Daddy.”
Shave me? Down there?She’d shaved her legs this morning, but it had never occurred to her to shave anywhere else. Did women do that? Her mother hadn’t mentioned it.