Page 20 of Brock
“Yes, Little doll. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Her bottom lip trembled. “I had a bad dream.”
He kissed her forehead. “I know. It’s over now. I’ve got you.”
“That man… He grabbed me so fast. I tried to stop him, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t strong enough. He put something over my face, and I blacked out.” She started crying, sobbing.
Brock rolled to his back to reach over and turn on the light on the nightstand before scooting back to sit against the headboard. He gathered his Little girl in his arms and hauled her onto his lap. He brushed the long hair off her face and tipped her head back. “I’m so sorry, Little one. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop him.”
“You still want me,” she murmured, surprised.
“Yes, Little doll. Always.” They’d been through this topic already. He hated that she’d spent even a minute in that fucking cage thinking he wouldn’t want her anymore. “You’re my mate,Suzette. My everything. No matter what happens ever, you’ll always be mine.”
She lifted up taller, nearly crawled up his body, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him so tightly her little arms had to hurt.
Brock wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back, trying to calm her. Finally, her heart rate slowed to a more normal beat, and she started to relax.
When she leaned back, she looked at him sheepishly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get away from him.”
“Oh, Suzette. It’s not your fault. You can’t blame yourself. He was stronger than you, and he has powers I don’t even understand.”
She frowned. “What powers?”
He hadn’t meant to discuss this with her, especially not in the middle of the night. Or ever. She deserved to be coddled and adored. He’d hoped to take care of the threat without having to worry her.
She furrowed her brow deeply. “Daddy?”
He lifted her up several inches and resettled her so she was straddling his lap. Maybe not his best move since it put her diapered bottom far too close to his cock. Setting his hands on her lower back, he kept her close. “Did you see his face, Little doll?”
“No. He wore a mask.”
“What do you remember about him?”
She shrugged. “Average. Darker skin than me but not as dark as yours. Brown hair. Brown eyes.”
He was surprised she knew so much. He’d assumed she hadn’t seen him. “How tall was he?”
She tipped her head to one side and tapped her lips, thinking. “Not nearly as tall as you. Maybe five-ten?”
“So, almost a foot shorter than me.”
“Probably.”
“Broad? Skinny? Fat?”
“Super average. Not the kind of guy who works out.” She wrapped her hands around his biceps and lowered her gaze to his chest. And then the Little doll licked her lips. Her next words were breathy. “Not like you at all,” she whispered.
She was going to kill him with her sweetness.
Suddenly, she lifted her gaze. “You changed the subject. You know stuff I don’t. Tell me,” she demanded.
He gave her a slow smile. “Caught that, did you?”
“Yes.” She leaned in closer so her face was inches from his. “I may be submissive, but I’m not dumb, Daddy. You brought me into your bed because you’re scared he might come after me, aren’t you?”
He flinched. “How’d you get so smart, Little doll?”
“School. Twenty years of school.”