“Daddy…” she murmurs even in her blissful state. “You’re ignoring me.”
I chuckle and tuck a finger under her chin. “Look at Daddy.”
She opens her eyes.
“Sometimes I will enjoy sparring with you. I love that you’re spunky and determined. I’m sure we will have a lifetime of disagreements. Most of them you will not win, but I’ll enjoy the back and forth, and you’ll enjoy the spanking you’ll get in the end. However, this particular issue is not up for debate. You will not be consulted or have any part in my plans. My decision is final. If you mention it again, I will spank your naughty bottom and leave you unfulfilled and begging me for release. Do I make myself clear?”
I really try to sound firm, but it’s hard. She has me wrapped around her pinky.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open.
I lift a brow.
Finally she sighs. “Poop. You’re not being fair.”
“Not every decision I make will seem fair, but I won’t change my mind after it’s made up, so further attempts to dissuade me will not end well for you.”
Her shoulders drop. “I was the victim, Daddy. I should at least be permitted to attend the meeting.”
“And the answer is stillno, Little love. I won’t have you knowing my plans or taking part in them. It’s safer for you. Your safety will always be my number one priority.”
She drops her chin farther. “Okay.”
Progress. At least she’s no longer arguing. Though I kind of like sparring with my Little mate, I’d rather do it over naptime or diapering than a sex trafficker’s fate.
I grab the soap and pour some onto a washcloth. Starting with her arms, I gently wash her entire body, leaving her breasts and then her pussy for last. I love how her breath hitches and her nipples harden. The scent of her arousal fills the bathroom even over the floral shampoo and conditioner I used.
I would much rather climb into bed with my mate and make her scream my name, but duty calls. I need to take care of the potential future threat to her life before I can fully focus on her physical needs again.
When I’m done bathing her and rinsing her hair, I let the water out and lift her into a huge fluffy towel.
She’s quiet as I dry her off and sit her on the bench. I know she’s annoyed with me, but that’s okay. It doesn’t stop her pulse from picking up or her lips from parting as I comb through her wet hair, careful not to snag any tangles.
“You don’t play fair, Daddy,” she purrs.
I chuckle. “Never. I play for keeps. You’re mine, and ensuring you’re safe for the rest of your life is priority number one.”
“What’s priority number two?” she sasses.
“Fucking you so hard that your teeth rattle.”
She twists to look at me and smiles. “I like that second plan better. Maybe we should do that now?”
“Not a chance, naughty girl. I’m going to put some clothes on you, and you’re going to sit at the kitchen table and color while I’m meeting with my pride.”
“Fine…” she says in about three syllables.
Chapter Sixteen
Brea
It’s hard to focus. I hate that Daddy left me in the kitchen strapped securely into my booster seat while he went outside to meet with his pride to discuss the problems I brought to this family unit.
I know it wasn’t intentional, but I am the one who caused today’s meeting, and I’m worried some of the pride might be disgruntled by how much trouble I’ve caused.
Daddy didn’t just use the waist strap this time. He added a harness that’s over my shoulders and fastened between my breasts, as well as to the nylon at my waist and coming up from between my legs. All five parts came together and were snapped into place. On top of that, he added a lock so I can’t open the restraints.
It’s totally over the top. It has also left me squirming because I really crave his deep dominance. That fact annoys me under the circumstances.
