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Storm thought he may just feel guilty and him taking care of her while she healed would magically make the guilt go away. She didn’t think it was going to work, but maybe he already knew that.
“If you want more than this, I can go heat up some more,” he said as he walked into the room.
She looked up and watched him bring in a steaming bowl of soup. Storm licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to start eating. It was going to be delicious. The chicken noodle soup was the only thing that sounded appetizing right now. The thought of any other food made her want to throw up.
Miles sat down right next to her and put the bowl on the table. It wasn’t steaming a lot, but she could see some of it.
“Can I please sit in a normal chair?” she asked.
She was hoping by adding the please and talking nicely to him, he would allow her to sit in a different chair.
“Little girls sit in a highchair when they are being fed,” he said. “I don’t want you to fall and hit your head.”
How was she going to fall out of a chair? She was thirty-five years old. She had been sitting on chairs without being strapped in them for years and years and hadn’t fallen off one yet.
Well, that was a lie. She fell off a chair about a year ago while she was eating because a spider was on the table. But she wasn’t going to tell Miles that. He would just use it against her to prove his point.
“Pleaaaseeee,” she begged. “I’m thirty-five and haven’t fallen off a chair since I was tiny.”
She crossed her fingers on her lap when she told the little white lie.
“I’ll be a good girl in the big chair,” she said, hoping he would let her.
For a second, she thought he was going to but what came out of his mouth wasn’t what she wanted.
“No,” he said. “Good girls get rewards if they follow the rules.”
“That isn’t one of my rules,” she replied. “I don’t have rules.”
He looked at her and raised his eyebrow. Her shoulders sagged and she knew he meant business.
“You do now since you’re my Little girl. One of the rules is while you’re getting fed, you sit in the highchair so you don’t fall and hurt yourself.”
“I shouldn’t have to sit here. I’m not your Little girl,” she mumbled under her breath. “I never will be.”
“Bad Little girls get punished.”
Her eyes widened and she looked at him. She was hurt!
“You can’t punish me. I’m hurt!” she said. “No spankies when I’ve got a owie and bruises.”
“There are a lot of other punishments besides spanking,” he said.
She shook her head. She didn’t need to be punished at all. She was a good girl.
Miles raised one of his eyebrows again. “Are you ready to eat or do you need a punishment first?”
Storm shrugged her shoulders and winced as her stitches pulled. Was she ever going to get used to having stitches? It didn’t feel like she was going to, but she hoped she would.
“Please be careful. I don’t want to have to take you back to the compound to get your stitches fixed,” he said. “We need to try and do something so you don’t aggravate your owies.”
“Easier said than done,” she murmured.
Had he ever had stitches on his stomach? Did he know how hard it was to stay still or not pull them?
“Would you like to say that louder?” he asked.
She looked him in the eye but didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. They both knew she wasn’t going to say it louder, but she had a feeling he’d heard her.
