Page 9 of Damon
“I’m extremely Dominant, Baby girl. All of my people are. My instinct is to protect you and make you happy. It’s in my blood.” He eased the cane out of her hand and set it on the counter. “Let me show you around. Please.”
She swallowed. She didn’t want to be frustrated with him. He meant well. He cared about her. It was hard to know if he would like her if they weren’t bonded by fate, but they were. She wore his mark on her inner wrist. A mark that was throbbing and making her entire body hum now that she was with him. When he touched her, it grew stronger.
Damon bent slightly, picked her up, and settled her on his hip. He kept one arm tucked under her to brace her and lifted her free hand with his. “Let me,” he whispered in her ear. “Please, Baby girl.”
She wrapped her arm around his neck and held on as she leaned into him, relenting with a sigh.
Daddy took a few steps forward before setting her hand on what she assumed was the back of a chair. “Eight chairs,” he reminded her. “Three on each side, one on each end. They have spindles and the backs are rounded.” He held her fingers and trailed them along the curved wood.
She paid close attention even though she knew she would do all of this later herself. He couldn’t possibly watch her every moment of every day. When he was asleep, in the shower, or out of the house she would explore.
He took several paces to reach a wall and set their combined fingers on the smooth surface before trailing them along until it ended. “We’re at the hallway. Three feet down on the left is my office. We’ll go in there later. Across from the office is a guest bathroom. Toilet, sink, shower/tub combination.”
She visualized all of this in her mind while he spoke.
“Next on the right is a guest room. We can go in there later, too. Across from the guest bedroom is the master bedroom.” He trailed her fingers along the wall until they entered.
His scent was strong everywhere in the house, but it was even stronger in his room. She shivered as she inhaled deeply.
Daddy lifted her fingers and kissed the tips before he continued, “I’ll start from the left. A high dresser with six drawers. It’s taller than you.” He lifted her hand and danced it up from the middle to the top. A few paces later, he stepped farther left. “Bathroom. I took the door off.”
She flinched. “You took the door off? Why?”
“So you’d never have to worry if it was open or closed. You won’t bonk into it. It’s gone.”
She jerked her hand out of his and gripped his face, leaning in close so she could sort of make out his eyes. Her glasses werein her pocket. Her voice rose. “Damon, that’s over the top. I’m not going to pee with you watching.”
He set his palm over hers on his cheek. “Little rebel, you’re not going to do anything without me watching.”
She gasped and straightened her spine.
He gripped the back of her hand. “Daddy will take care of all your needs, Baby girl, even the intimate ones.Especiallythe intimate ones.”
She stopped breathing. Modesty was deeply embedded in her. It had been since birth. No one had seen her naked since she was a toddler. She realized her mate would take liberty with her body, but she’d never imagined that happening totally naked. Wouldn’t he just lift her skirt or something?
He had said just minutes ago that he’d wanted her naked underneath him, and if she were honest, she’d felt the same desire while he’d been kissing her. But the thought of him seeing her bathe or using the toilet was too much to internalize.
Damon entered the bathroom. She heard the change in flooring when his dress shoes left the hardwood and hit the tile. The tile had a hollower sound. “You won’t be in here alone, Baby girl, but the vanity is on the right, the toilet is in a smaller room just past the vanity. I took the door off of that room, too. The bathtub is along the right on the back wall. The shower is a glass enclosure on the left along the back. To our left, across from the vanity is a linen closet.”
Olivia was having trouble focusing. She needed to pay attention, but she couldn’t. She was still reeling from his announcement that she would have no privacy.
Damon turned around and headed back into the bedroom. He took about five steps before stopping. “Our bed is large. There’s a nightstand next to it on this side.” He leaned her that direction and clasped her hand to trail along the edge before setting her fingers on the comforter next. “It’s high because I’mtall. You’ll sleep in the middle. I’ll sleep on this side. If we need, I’ll add a railing to the other side so you can’t fall off.”
She rolled her unseeing eyes at him. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”
“Safety, Baby girl.”
He wasn’t kidding about the railing?
Apparently not. He rounded to the other side. “There’s a long closet along this wall. It’s filled with my clothes.”
She wondered where he’d put her clothes. She hadn’t brought anything with her because it was customary for Alpha Protectors to provide their mate’s wardrobe. Besides, the only clothes she’d worn so far in her life were the boring dresses that every girl wore as a school uniform. They were long with long sleeves, modest of course, and she’d worn layers of shifts under them, depending on the weather. They weren’t anything exciting to take into a bonded relationship.
He crossed the room and set her fingers on another piece of furniture. “A lower dresser. Three drawers on each side. I put bumpers on the corners just in case.” He set her fingers on the padded edge as he spoke.
Olivia pursed her lips. There was a war in her head. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to wiggle free of him, set her hands on her hips, and demand he stop this nonsense of babying her. On the other hand, his overprotective side was thoughtful and sweet. Annoying but kind.
“And now for the most important room in the house,” he declared as he turned toward the corner of the room past the dresser.