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He frustrated her further by kissing her nose. “Now, you have choices here.”
“It doesn’t seem like it,” she retorted before sucking in a huge breath and pursing her lips. It was unlikely she’d ever spoken to her parents or teachers the way she was speaking to him.
He narrowed his gaze and stared at her, waiting for her to calm down.
Finally, she licked her pink lips. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Chapter Thirteen
Suzette barely recognized herself. Who was this ordinarily well-behaved, demure woman who’d spent twenty years learning to submit to her mate?
And Brock? The infuriating man was so calm. He never raised his voice, nor did he stiffen or appear to have heightened blood pressure from her antics.
He smoothed a hand over her wild hair. “Ready to hear your options, Little doll?”
She sighed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. If you don’t want to wear this dress, I’ll take it off and you can greet our guests in nothing but panties. Is that what you want?”
She shook her head, heat crawling up her chest. “No, Daddy.”
“Did I not strike your bottom hard enough before I dressed you? It seems like you need a stronger spanking.”
She shook her head again. What she wanted to do was run from the room and pout somewhere alone, but that wasn’t going to happen, so she decided she needed to change her attitude if she didn’t want to end up in a worse predicament than the one she was already in.
“Would you like me to swap that plug out for a larger one so you’ll have a stronger reminder to obey Daddy?”
More head shaking. “No, Sir.”
“Would you like me to take your panties off so you’re more aware of the plug? If you think this dress feels short with panties on, I bet it will feel a lot shorter without them.”
“No, Daddy,” she insisted, growing concerned she’d stepped over a few lines.
He pulled a chair up close to her and sat so they were eye to eye. He put his hands on her bare thighs. “I know everything about my customs is new to you, and it will take a while to feel comfortable in your new life. That’s understandable. Plus, you had a very rough day yesterday, a scary day. I won’t deny that. But you’re my mate now, Little one. Even though we haven’t formalized our union with a ceremony, you know that a handful of words and a few documents won’t change our bond.” He lifted a brow as if that last were a question.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured.
He lifted her right arm and flattened his left wrist against her right one.
She gasped and tried to pull away.
Brock wrapped the long fingers of his other hand around their combined wrists and forced her to maintain contact with him, forced her mark to line up with his.
Every inch of her body tingled as waves of irrational pleasure consumed her and turned her world upside down.
“We’re one, Little doll,” he said softly. “Connected. It’s an unbreakable bond.”
She nodded as she squirmed. Her panties grew wet, and the temperature in the room went up ten degrees. She considered scooting her butt forward so she could rub her clit against the strap between her legs.
He continued, “Fate determined long ago that you would be mine. I waited twenty years for you to come of age to join me. You’re the most important person on this planet to me and always have been. All I want is to make you happy, see that pretty smile on your face, and hear your precious giggle every day.”
She swallowed. His speech was so serious, and yet the connection against his arm was heating her from the inside out and making it difficult to focus on anything but the heaviness of her breasts, the pulsing need of her pussy, and even her wolf hovering near the surface.
“Every single decision I make for the rest of our lives will revolve around ensuring you are safe and know you are loved.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and her lip trembled.
When he finally released her arm, he drew it down to her side and fastened a strap she hadn’t noticed around her wrist. He did the same to the other side, securing her so that she couldn’t even reach the center buckle to unfasten herself.