Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
He was a big meany. Overprotective and bossy. But she’d already gotten her bottom spanked once this morning. It was sore. She didn’t want to add to it, so she shuffled over to the high chair and lifted her arms.
Daddy picked her up and settled her in the seat. She held her arms out of the way while he fastened the buckle up between her legs and around her waist. He cinched it tight around her diaper.
There was a new rule in her life. One she didn’t much like. Naughty girls who got their bottoms spanked wore a diaper for the rest of the day. It was a conundrum, and Daddy knew it. Jezebel had indeed decided she liked lying over her Daddy’s knees and getting his full attention aimed at her backside. She did not, however, like wearing a diaper. Which meant she had to choose wisely.
Her Daddy handed her crayons and a coloring book before also setting a sippy cup on her tray. “Drink all of that before lunch, Little girl.”
She sighed and picked up the cup. No sense arguing this issue either. She would not win. Apparently newly shifted wolves needed a lot of fluids, and her Daddy was diligent about making sure she got plenty of electrolytes. Whatever this juice was he kept giving her, it was delicious and hard to deny. She couldn’t put her finger on the flavor. It was like a combination of all the fruits.
She wasn’t dumb though. She knew it also made her need to pee, and her Daddy was stern about not letting her put panties back on until her diaper was so full it sagged between her legs.
He was right about a lot of things, darn him. One of them was that a soaked diaper hanging heavy between her legs was the deepest ultimate form of submission. She would never admit it to him, but she was the most aroused after she peed herself because she knew it pleased him, and following his orders brought her to her knees.
By the time her Daddy had lunch ready, she had colored him a picture from her wolf coloring book. She held it up. “It’s us, Daddy.” She handed him the picture of two wolves. The larger one was nuzzling the neck of the smaller one.
“It’s beautiful, Little mate.” He took it over and stuck it to the fridge with a magnet, lingering a few moments while tracing the edges as if he really cared and wasn’t just saying so. “I love it.”
Lunch was the one meal of the day when her Daddy often let her feed herself. He prepared finger foods, cutting everything into small bites and setting the plastic plate on her tray.
Breakfast and dinner he usually fed her himself. She hadn’t touched a utensil since she’d arrived. It was hard to decide which method she liked best. On the one hand, it was a pleasant switch to be given a plate of food and permitted to control each bite herself. On the other hand, the intimacy of being fed by her Daddy was special.
It wasn’t as if she had total control when he gave her finger foods. In fact, as he set the plate of apples, chunks of cheese, small slices of lunch meat, and cucumbers on the tray, he tipped her chin back.
She knew what he was going to say before the words came out of his mouth because it was always the same. “Take your time. Chew your food well. Don’t rush. I don’t want you to choke.”
She didn’t laugh. He was dead serious. He often spoke to her as if she were new to the planet instead of a twenty-year-old woman who’d been eating just fine all of that time without assistance.
But she was learning more about him every day. He truly adored her and was insanely concerned about her every move because he didn’t want anything to happen to her. She understood because she felt the same about him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Arion sat at the table next to her and ate his entire giant sandwich and apple before she managed to take six bites. She certainly wasn’t going to choke, but what about him?
His phone rang, and he glanced at the screen before rising to kiss her forehead and stepping outside.
She watched him as he put the phone to his ear and paced the deck. Why did he do that? Why did he always take his calls where she couldn’t hear? Who was he talking to?
He’d told her it was Alpha business. He’d apologized several times for dealing with the pack business while they were in the honeymoon period. He’d told her it was nothing for her to worry about. However, every time he ended a call, he came back inside looking concerned and frustrated.
While she watched him, he faced away from her and lifted one hand to thread his fingers through his hair and give it a tug. He was definitely frustrated.