Page 29 of Winter Break

She shakes her head slowly, eyes still on mine.

I lift a brow, waiting for her to change her mind. She’s struggling to understand her needs and ask for them to be met. My world is so different from anything she’s ever experienced. It would be even if she’d been living a normal life in town. But she’s been isolated and mistreated for years.

I wait.

Finally, she swallows. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, what, Little doll?” I ask, gently cupping her breast and thumbing her tight bud.

After another hesitation she murmurs, “Please restrain me, Daddy.”

My heart soars. She’s so fucking precious. “Good girl. I know it’s hard to ask for what you need, but I want you to learn that you can tell Daddy anything you’re thinking. Sometimes you might feel like you’d rather be diapered than wear panties. Though I won’t change my mind about diapering you when I decide it’s necessary, I won’t deny you if you feel the desire at other times.”

I move to one side, reach for her hand, and bring it to the outside of the armrest where the leather straps hang. “I don’t want you tugging on these, especially not while your wrist is still healing.”

“I won’t, Daddy.”

After securing her first arm, I move to the other side to do the same.

My girl is panting with need when I’m done. I’ve forced her arms to hang slightly behind her hips, making her feel more open and vulnerable.

I cup her cheek lightly and stroke it with my thumb. “Pull your shoulders back, Little doll.”

She obeys me without hesitation this time.

“Good girl. Try not to squirm while I finish dinner.”

There are wooden spindles on her seat where her fingers dangle, and she finds both and fists them. It will help ground her.

I keep an eye on Cora while I finish making dinner, but it’s not necessary. I can scent her emotions. If she were in distress, I would know. She’s been nearly constantly aroused since I claimed her. Not unusual, but there are some Little girls who do not like to be restrained.

Cora does.

When I finish, I lift her entire chair and move it to the small island. We’ll eat here since she’s already seated and could be distressed if I moved her.

I dish up a plate of salad and another plate of mostaccioli. We won’t need more than one plate because I intend to feed my girl this meal. She hasn’t eaten anything solid since she got here. I’m not concerned. She’ll get enough calories from formula anytime she doesn’t eat.

After sitting on the stool next to her, I scoop up a small bite of pasta and sauce and blow on it before offering it to Cora.

She whimpers and squirms. “Daddy…”

“What’s wrong, Little doll?”

“You’re going to feed me?”

“Sure. Why not? Your arms are busy right now. Let Daddy feed you. Taking care of you in every way fills my soul.”

When I wave the bite in front of her, she opens her mouth to accept it.

Cora moans as she chews and swallows. “That’s so good, but my tummy is in knots because of you. It’s hard to eat.”

“Just eat what you can, Little doll. I will always offer you solid foods because I think it’s important for you to chew and swallow for your overall health, but anytime you don’t get enough or don’t feel like eating, Daddy will make sure you get plenty of calories from formula.”

She’s so cute when she bites her lower lip. She does so when she’s thinking hard. I wait for her to acknowledge me, and she eventually does. “You mean from bottles?”

“Yes, Little doll. Just like diapers, I will sometimes insist you take a bottle, but you’re welcome to ask me for one anytime in between.”

“And the pacifiers? Can I ask for those, too?” She’s sneaky.