Page 35 of Brock
She winced as he settled them, the elastic undoubtedly irritating her hot skin. Plus the pressure against the plug would make it even more noticeable. “Would you rather go without?”
She shook her head. Her long hair was wild and swaying all over the place. It had never been cut, and it hung low enough for her to sit on it. That was the custom among his pack. Women rarely cut their hair if ever. Girls destined to mate with an Alpha Protector strongly adhered to that practice.
Brock led her to the closet next. When he opened it, she gasped and stepped closer. “What is all this?”
“Your clothes, Little doll.” He pulled her in front of him and set his hands on her shoulders. He knew this would be a shock for her. All she’d ever worn were demur, drag, boring, modest dresses that covered from neck to ankle and down to her wrists.
Those days were over. Alpha Protectors dressed their Little girls in colorful, fun clothes that made them smile and feel pretty.
Suzette reached forward and ran her hand over several of the dresses. “These look like they would fit a five-year-old, Daddy. Plus even toddlers don’t wear anything this revealing in the valley.”
“I know, but we’re not in the valley now, Little one. You’re in my territory, Suzette. We dress our mates in pretty things.”
She took a step closer. “Theyarepretty,” she whispered, “but they’re too short.”
He chuckled. “Trust me. You’ll love them in no time.” He pulled a lilac dress down from a hanger. “Turn around and lift your arms.”
She did so, but hesitantly.
When he pulled the dress over her head and smoothed it down her body, her eyes went wide.
It fit her perfectly, and she looked like the precious Little girl she was.
She smoothed her hands down the front. “It’s so short, Daddy. Surely no one wears anything this short. It barely covers my bottom.”
“Every mate of the Alpha Protectors owns a wardrobe similar to yours.”
She lifted her gaze. “Even older women?”
“Yep. Now, my mother and other women her age dress a bit less revealing outside of the house at this stage in their lives, but I’m certain in private when she’s alone with my father, he still takes care of her, and she still submits fully to him.”
She gulped and murmured, “People are coming over, Daddy.”
“Yes. And all of them have seen Little girls who look just like you. Don’t you worry.”
She shook her head. “No way.” She spun around and rifled through the rows. “Don’t you have anything longer?”
He bent, wrapped his arm around her middle, lifted her off the floor, and carried her out of the room. Her dress was no longer covering her bottom in this position, that was for sure.
He hauled her flailing body into the kitchen, where he deposited her in her highchair.
It was comical how she bucked and wiggled to get free of him. “I’m not a toddler, Daddy.”
He propped a knee between her legs and set both hands on the sides of her highchair to keep her from slinking down to the floor. “But you’re having a tantrum exactly like a toddler,” he pointed out calmly. He’d been prepared for this argument and about a hundred others for many years. He wasn’t the first Alpha Protector to claim a mate and teach her about their customs.
“I don’t want to wear this dress, Daddy. Please can I put on something else while your people are here?” She shoved at his thigh as if she would ever have the strength to budge him.
Keeping her pinned with his knee, he quickly grabbed the nylon straps to fasten her in around the waist. When he was pretty certain she wouldn’t slide to the floor, he removed his thigh to pull the third strap up between her legs.
Her dress was up around her waist, and she reached for the buckle.
Brock circled her wrists with his hands and brought them to her sides. “Look at me, Little one.”
She shook her head.
“I’m going to count to three. If your eyes are not on mine, I’m going to take this dress and those panties off and make you stand in the corner with your plugged bottom on display until after all of my guests arrive.”
Before he could start counting, she jerked her gaze to his, but she was shooting daggers at him. “Meanie.”