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No, that’s not why she’s here! Those aren’t the needs you’re trying to meet for her. And remember your vow!he lectured himself. But still he could feel his cock stiffening in his trousers.
He ignored it and contented himself with stroking her long, silky auburn hair. Still, it was a relief when she pulled away from him and looked up.
“This is so far from what I was expecting…I just can’tbelieveyou did all this for me!”
There were actuallytearsin her eyes, which made Courick’s heart fist in his chest.
“You’re worth it,” he told her firmly. “Are you hungry? Do you want Last Meal now?”
Addison nodded and sniffed.
“All right, Daddy,” she said simply. “Let’s eat.”
14
ADDISON
Addison couldn’t believe all the trouble the big Kindred had gone to for her. Making his spare bedroom into alittle’sroom was one thing—but the idea of making all the furniture oversized so that she truly felt smaller and younger was a stroke of genius!
She loved every bit of her new room—from the canopy princess bed to the big rocking chair to the delicate vanity mirror and the bookcase full of fairy tales. She hadn’t been sure what to expect—or if Courick even really wanted her there. She’d thought that maybe he was just having her move in with him so she would stay away from the club.
But all her doubts dissolved when she saw how much trouble he’d gone to for her. It was the mark of a true Dom to set the scene so thoroughly and thoughtfully. She’d never had a man treat her like this before and consider her needs and wants in such detail.
It seemed like a very good start and things only got better from there.
Courick led her into his kitchen or “food prep area” as the Kindred called it and seated her at a table which was built for someone his height. Which meant, of course, that it was much too big for Addison. When she sat in one of the dining chairs, the table came up past her breasts and almost to her collar bones.
But again, Courick had thought of everything. He had a large, firm cushion for her to sit on which raised her up so that the table was at her waist instead of her chest. Then he asked her what she wanted for dinner.
“I have pepperoni pizza or a roasted chicken dinner with mashed potatoes and green beans,” he said, displaying two little white cubes in the palm of his hand.
Addison had heard about these, though she had never seen any before. They were Kindred rations—fully dehydrated and miniaturized meals which would expand when placed in a machine called a rehydrator that looked a little like a microwave.
“Oh, meal cubes!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to try these!”
“I wanted to cook for you, but I’m not very good at Earth recipes yet,” Courick rumbled. “So for now, choose whichever one you want.”
Addison hesitated, her hand hovering over the pizza cube. Shereallyloved pepperoni pizza, but she’d been thinking that she needed to go on a diet lately. Her curves were kind of getting out of control. Reluctantly, she pointed at the chicken and veggies cube.
“That one.”
Courick frowned at her.
“Why did you choose that one when you clearly want to eat the other? The pizza?”
“Well…” Addison twisted her fingers together. “It’s just that lately I’ve been thinking I should go on a diet…”
“What? You’re trying to lose your curves?” Courick looked upset. “Why would you do that?”
“Well, because my curves are getting a little too, er,curvy.” Addison shrugged.
“There’s no such thing,” Courick said firmly. “You’ll have the pizza tonight—it’s clearly what you really want.”
“Oh…okay.” Addison nodded but he frowned at her.
“Okay,what?You may call me ‘Daddy’ or ‘Sir,’ remember?”
“Okay, Sir,” Addison said quickly. “Thank you,” she added. “I reallydolike pizza.”
