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It felt strange. She hadn’t experienced this sensation since she’d been a baby, and she had no recollection of it. It took a few tries to get the nipple settled properly against her tongue, and then she sucked awkwardly.

The taste that filled her mouth was so good that she sucked harder the next time. She was pretty sure she also moaned around the nipple.

When she reached for the bottle to hold it herself, her Daddy guided her hand down to her tummy and held it there. “Let Daddy feed you, Little doll.” He smiled as he rocked her. “Feel the bond? It’s strong and growing.”

She did feel it.

“Relax against Daddy. Let your body melt into mine. We’re one now. You’ll learn to crave this closeness. You’ll soon understand why Daddy wants to take care of you. It’s powerful. Your submission is precious, and I will never take it for granted.”

She held his gaze and suckled while he spoke. This was so strange and foreign to her, but she thought she understood on some level. She’d never felt so…cherished.

He kept talking, explaining, “Alpha Protectors treat our mates like spun gold. It’s innate. I will coddle you and pamper you, but you will also learn to obey me in all things because your obedience pleases me. When you’re well behaved, you will be rewarded. When you test Daddy and push the boundaries, you will be disciplined.”

For a split second, a part of her was horrified by his revelation, but her body responded differently. She arched her chest as a chill raced down her spine. The thought of being disciplined by him made her squeeze her legs together. Renewed wetness gathered between her thighs. The pulsing she’d experienced earlier returned.

“Mmm, my sweet Little doll.” He leaned closer to nuzzle her neck. “I can smell your arousal. It’s potent and powerful. I know you want to obey me, but I can sense the mischief lurking also. You’re curious to find out how it will feel when I take you over my lap and spank your naughty little bottom.”

She stopped suckling, unable to swallow as he spoke those dirty words to her. Her nipples puckered against the thin material of her nightie. He could easily see them.

In fact, he slid his hand up her side to cup her breast and held her gaze locked in place while he slowly pinched her nipple until he held it so tight that it switched from pleasure to pain.

She gasped around the nipple in her mouth as he pulled and twisted her little bud. Her body responded to his touch as if she were a marionette, completely at his mercy. She supposed she was. The connection between them was undeniable.

Finally, he released her tender bud and jiggled the bottle. “Finish your formula, Little doll.”

It took her several seconds to resume suckling. She kind of wanted to growl at him. After all, it was his fault she’d forgotten all about the milk.

He continued to smile down at her while she finished, and when he set the bottle on the small table next to him, he lifted a hip and pulled something out of his pocket.

A moment later, another nipple was tapping her lips. “I want you to take a pacifier at night, Suzette.”

She kept her mouth shut, processing this new unexpected development. A pacifier? Was that going too far?

“Open up, Little one. Try it. I promise you’ll enjoy the feeling. Pacifiers help Little girls self-soothe. You’ll sleep better. It’s safer for your teeth than your thumb.”

She gasped, her eyes going wide as her mouth fell open.

Daddy took the opportunity to slip the nipple into her mouth. He held it there, not letting her spit it out. “Don’t fight it, Little doll. Suckle for me.” He slid his other hand down to pat her bottom, reminding her that it was bare and exposed. “I watched you sleep for fourteen days. I know you have a tendency to bring your thumb into your mouth in the night. No reason to be embarrassed. It was precious watching you. I spent hours refusing to blink because I didn’t want to miss a moment of your slumber. It was excruciating, keeping my distance. I wanted sobadly to crawl into your bed, spoon you, and hold you all night long.”

She stared into his dark eyes, feeling the intensity of his words and feelings. It nearly brought tears to her eyes, imagining him watching her sleep. She knew it had to have been difficult to keep his hands to himself. It sure felt impossible to her.

She wanted to watch him for hours like he had done for the past two weeks. She wanted to learn everything about him, his expressions, the lines from his smile, the furrow of his brow when he was frustrated.

She couldn’t keep her eyes open, though. She was so very tired. Finally, her eyes began to drift.

Her Daddy rose from the rocking chair and carried her to the changing table where he gently lowered her onto her back. Without a word, he lifted her arms above her head again, secured them, and then pushed her nightie up and restrained her just below her breasts, too.

She felt so exposed again, naked from the waist down. What was he going to do next?

She had her answer a moment later when he clasped her ankles with one hand and lifted her bottom off the changing table to slide a diaper under her.

She instantly went on high alert, spitting out the pacifier as she came fully awake. “No, Daddy. No diaper.”

He lifted her ankles again so her bottom rose clear off the table.

She thought he was going to heed her request, but that was not the case at all. Instead, he gave her bottom a firm swat.

Suzette gasped. It stung. Tears came to her eyes, and her lip quivered again, not from the pain but from the shock.