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Khloe arched her chest and moaned. When she was finally able to chew and swallow, she shot him a glare. “If you don’t want me to choke, you can’t do that while my mouth is full.”
He chuckled. “Noted.” He set the spork down and used both hands to tweak her nipples, making her writhe.
“Daddy…” Her mind switched from hungry for food to ravenous for sex.
He finally released her swollen buds. “Sorry. Can’t help myself. You’re so unbelievably beautiful, and my cock is twice as hard now that I have you restrained in the highchair.”
She whimpered. “But now I want you inside me,” she complained.
“After we eat.”
It was going to be a long meal if he kept touching her.
“If you eat all your food without complaint and fill your diaper, I’ll spread you out on our bed afterward and eat your pussy for dessert.”
Her pussy clenched at the promise. She was learning that the best plan was always going to be to agree with him. The result was very rewarding. Noncompliance wouldn’t get her what she craved. “Yes, Sir.”
Daddy alternated between consuming large forkfuls of sausage, eggs, and hashbrowns and giving her smaller bites. He always waited for her to chew and swallow before offering her more.
Perhaps she should have been frustrated by how highhanded he was. It was madness to think she might choke on her meal. But it wasn’t about choking. Not really. It was about controlling everything. He had a need to dominate her in ways she couldn’t have imagined.
Not only had he insisted on feeding her, controlling her intake, but he also expected her to fill her diaper afterward because he wanted to force her output, too.
This was her new life. She was calmer now that she’d accepted it to a much larger degree. Her heart was no longer pounding out of her chest from fighting against giving him control. It was still beating hard, but that was because doing his bidding aroused her to the point of frustration.
When the plate was finally empty, he took the dishes to the sink and washed them while she watched. She was still strapped into the highchair. She could move her upper body around and swing her legs, but her torso and hands were secured, causing every movement to draw attention to her plight and increase her arousal.
Daddy finally returned to pop off the tray, but when he set it aside, he didn’t release her. Instead he sat facing her and set his hands on her thighs. “You are so very perfect in every way, Little one.”
She smiled at him, liking the praise.
He lowered his gaze to her chest. “Every inch of you. I want you to leave your dress off for a while so I can watch you toddle around in your diaper.”
She shivered. “Yes, Sir.” She liked it when she pleased him because the way he looked at her made butterflies flutter in her tummy. If he wanted to see her naked breasts, she would not argue. The room filled with the scent of their combined need. How long would this near-constant ache persist?
He slid his hands up to her waist and pressed against her bladder. “Submit, Baby girl,” he ordered.
He did that a lot. It was powerful and growing more so by the minute. It was his way of demanding her to obey in all things. His voice was always calm. He was obviously not quick to anger. She hadn’t seen him grow frustrated a single time. He was patient and kind. He would outwait her every time he issued a command.
Holding his gaze, she filled her diaper. It shouldn’t have aroused her to do so, but it did because he’d made it clear that he would ravage her as soon as she did his bidding.
Sure enough, in a flash, he had her unfastened from the highchair and in his arms. He moved so fast to the bedroom that she couldn’t keep from giggling. He dropped her on her back at the edge of the bed and opened her diaper to clean her up in record time.
She was panting as he scooted her to the middle of the bed, removed his clothes, spread her thighs, and lowered his mouth to her sex.
Everything that had happened from the moment she’d woken up had been foreplay, and Khloe came hard in an instant. She screamed as her pussy clenched down and pulsed, her release surprising her. It consumed her as if she hadn’t had an orgasm in months instead of hours.
Still gasping and trembling, she found herself flipped onto all fours with her Daddy lined up at her entrance. He liked this position. He’d mounted her from behind like this several times. She liked it, too. She liked the way he set his marked wrist against her back and held her down. She liked the way he silently demanded her compliance. It made her arousal shoot back to full force so that when he entered her, she came again, howling this time.
There was an odd freedom in submitting to him. She didn’t understand it, but that’s what it was. Freedom. She shivered as the waves of her release continued. She was home. She belonged to her mate. She was happy.
Chapter Thirteen
Felix sat on the deck two weeks later while his mate napped in her crib. He opened his phone and called his father, Ezra.
Ezra picked up on the first ring. “Felix. Everything okay?”
“Yes. I think so, but I have a concern. I put it off this long because I didn’t want to worry my mate, and we needed time alone together.”