My breath hitches. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He cups my face, kisses me hard, and turns toward the kitchen counter. When he returns, he hands me the coloring book and pencils.
I’m glad because I find it soothing. I don’t think I’ve done any coloring since I was very young. If I’d known it would be so relaxing, maybe I would have taken up this hobby earlier. Then again, I’ve never had the time to do something so frivolous before now. I’ve always had to work hard to make sure I could pay the rent and put food in my mouth.
I glance at Daddy’s back often as I color. He’s mesmerizing. He has bigger muscles than anyone I’ve ever known, and I suspect it’s mostly genetic. Though he is also a logger. That has to be hard work.
The cabin smells amazing when he finishes cooking, and I feel like a princess as he sets a steaming plate in front of me. Sausage, eggs, hashbrowns, and toast.
“I’m going to be spoiled,” I tell him as I dig in.
He pours me a cup of juice, which he puts in a sippy cup. “That’s the goal, Little love. I intend to spoil you for the rest of your life.”
“Maybe I died in the woods, and this is heaven. If that’s the case, I must have been a very good girl on Earth because this is obviously the top rung of heaven.”
He chuckles as he sits next to me. “You’re very much alive, and I’m glad you’re happy.” He kisses my temple and starts eating.
I stare at his cup of coffee. “You never offer me coffee.”
He glances at me and lifts a brow. “Did you want coffee, Little love?”
“No. It’s gross. I just wondered why you didn’t ask me.”
“Because I’m not going to give you coffee even if you want it. It’s not good for you.” He takes a sip while he stares at me.
I roll my eyes. “But it’s good for you?”
“Nope. It’s probably not, but I’m the Daddy, and you’re the Little girl. I make the rules. You obey the rules. You’re going to eat healthy meals without additives or preservatives. I’m not buying you sodas and junk.”
I ponder his statements while I continue eating. I’m baffled by my reaction to him. My pussy creams from his bossy dominance.I make the rules. You obey the rules.Why does that make my heart race?
It’s a struggle to keep from clenching my thighs together, but I don’t want him to realize how aroused I am.
He chuckles.
I jerk my gaze to his. “What are you laughing at?”
“You trying to hide your wet pussy from me.” He reaches over and taps my nose. “You’ll never be able to hide your arousal, Brea. I can smell it. You like my dominance. You can’t deny it.”
My face heats. “Grrr.”
Daddy reaches between my legs, grabs the front of my chair, and tugs it so that I end up turned more toward him than the table.
I’m confused, and I gasp when he takes my free hand and guides it to my side next to my hip. He wraps a Velcro strap around my wrist, securing my arm.
“Daddy?”
Without a word, he does the same to my other hand, taking my fork from my fingers, setting it down, and restraining my wrist.
My chest heaves as I lift my face. “Why did you do that?” I’m panting. My pussy is pulsing.
He smirks. “You know why.”
My already hot face grows hotter.
Daddy stabs a bite of hashbrowns with my fork and brings it to my lips. “Open, Little love.”
I stare at him for a moment. He’s going to feed me? Why?
