Page 37 of Brock
He grabbed the tray to her highchair next and popped it into place, trapping her hands underneath. And then he clasped the sides of the tray and leaned in closer, holding her gaze. “Everything I do is for a reason, Little doll. Not to aggravate you or make you mad but often to heighten your pleasure.”
She lifted her glutes off the seat just far enough to rub her pussy against the strap between her legs.
Without looking, Brock reached under the tray, released the strap from between her legs, and dragged her knees apart. “Wrap your ankles around the legs of the highchair, Little one.”
She did as she was told, her breaths ragged and uneven. More arousal gathered at her pussy.
“If I touched your panties, would I find them wet, Little doll?”
She sniffled and nodded.
“Words, Suzette.”
“Yes, Sir. My panties are wet.” And now her cheeks were flaming.
“Why are your panties wet?”
She lowered her gaze, embarrassed. How did he manage to embarrass her like this, and why did she like it?
“Eyes on mine, Suzette,” he reprimanded.
She lifted her gaze back to his.
“Answer my question, Little one.”
She squirmed, knowing she wasn’t going to get out of answering him. It would be best to get it over with. “Because you restrained me, Daddy.”
“Good girl. It’s going to take time for you to become self-aware, but you already recognize what your submission does to your pussy.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Do you think you can trust me to know what you need, Little one?”
“I guess.”
He smiled and reached up to stroke her cheek. “Trust me when I say all Alpha Protectors expect the same level of submission I’m requiring of you. All of us baby our Little girls. It comes from a deep need to nurture and protect. You’ll understand it better in the coming days and weeks. You were born to submit to me. You were born to be my Little girl and my mate. Do you doubt that?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.” She definitely didn’t doubt that for a moment. She’d felt connected to him in a way she’d never imagined from the moment he’d pulled her out of that cage and lifted her into his arms yesterday. If she was honest with herself, she’d felt it even before that, probably because he’d come to her room every night for two weeks.
“Eventually I will have to join the other Alphas on missions. We take our job of protecting the citizens of the valley very seriously. We guard every inch of these mountains from predators so that the members of our pack can exist in peace in the valley. Something went terribly wrong yesterday. It’s been terribly wrong for much longer than that. It goes back to the first time that man came into the valley and started snooping around you. The Alpha Protectors are not pleased. We need to find out who that man was and stop him. The safety of our people and their trust depends on it.”
For the first time in twenty-four hours, she considered the implications of what happened to her and how her abduction reflected on the members of her pack who had made it their job and duty to keep the rest of the pack safe. They would be up in arms, gathering, furious.
“Any time I leave you even for an hour, I will leave you with other Little girls in the protection of one of our own. Guess how all of them will be dressed?”
Oh, they were back to her clothing. She’d almost forgotten that was where the argument started. She looked down at her lavender dress.
“Trust Daddy?”
“Okay.” She didn’t really have a choice, and she didn’t think her bottom could endure more spankings today. The dress was incredibly pretty. She’d never owned or worn anything like it. She didn’t think anyone else in the valley had either. Certainly not unmated girls. All the females in the valley went to school together for twenty years in the same uniform—a drab matching dress.
Now she had a wardrobe of colorful dresses. This one had a round neckline that dipped lower than she was used to, but not so low anyone could see her breasts. It had short, puffy sleeves with delicate white lace around the edges. The same lace restedagainst her chest at the neck and around the hem. It was pleated across the front, which she should have appreciated because she wasn’t wearing a shift underneath the dress. At least the pleats would keep everyone from noticing her constantly erect nipples. Maybe.
The most concerning aspect of the dress was the length. It gathered with a band just under her breasts, but the rest hung loose from there. If she spun in a circle, it would fan out so far everyone would see her entire panties.
Daddy reached under the tray and pulled the hem of the dress down to her lap. She was still sitting on the panties, beyond aware of the plug, but at least she wasn’t as exposed. He rose to his feet, leaned forward, and kissed her gently while his fingers found her nipples and tweaked them both at the same time.
Suzette gasped. “Daddy…”