“All right, little one. Time to get dressed.”
Chapter Ten
Millie
Nothing, and I meannothingcould have prepared me for the sight that greets me next. Not only is the closet larger than my bedroom in my old apartment over the doctor’s office, it’s stuffed full of clothes.
And not just any clothes. Beautiful dresses like the ones I’ve seen the other Little girls on the island wearing all the time. Dresses I’ve lusted after with envy in my heart. Even with my room being covered as part of my employment contract and a generous food allowance, the price tag on those dresses had threatened to send me into heart failure. So I’d only ever looked from afar, and dreamed of a day when I might own even one of Solene’s beautiful creations.
Now… Now I own an entire closet full of them. Or at least, Doctor D does. But at the moment that’s an insignificant detail because I know in my bones these dresses were designed with me in mind.
“Which dress do you want to wear today, little one?”
Overcome by the beauty around me, I reach out, reverently running my hands over a pale blue dress covered in white roses. “They’re all so pretty. I don’t want to ruin them.”
“I bought them for you to wear. If they get ruined, Solene will fix them.”
Beside the blue dress is one in a gorgeous shade of green with butterfly wings stitched onto the back. I want to wear that dress more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life.
And why shouldn’t I? If I’m going to be trapped here against my will, shouldn’t I get something out of it?
The more logical part of my brain is aware that I’m just making excuses for myself, but I don’t care. Running my fingers over the pretty green dress, I turn my head to meet Donovan’s serious gaze.
“This one. Please?”
An emotion that almost looks like joy lights his eyes, turning the normally muddy brown to gold. “Of course, little one. Whatever you want.”
Whatever I want. This is the side of him I’ve never seen before, the indulgent Daddy I’ve always wanted, and my heart stutters a bit at the unexpected bit of sweetness.
Plucking the dress from the mass of colorful tulle, he carries me back to the nursery. A fresh wave of humiliation heats my cheeks when he lays me out on the changing table again as I remember the way he mercilessly fucked my mouth on this table less than an hour ago.
But he doesn’t mention it, and I do my best not to think about how thoroughly I was punished as he wraps a clean diaper around me. When I’m freshly diapered again, he sits me up to pull the dress over my head, and when he helps me down from the table I immediately rush over to the full-length mirror and twirl, giggling at the way the dress billows out around me.
“You look adorable, little one. But you need to eat breakfast, and then Daddy will do your hair for you.”
Daddy. That single word strips away whatever pleasure I found in the dress. Looking at my reflection, my stomach rolls at the sight of the stunning creation I’m only wearing because he bought it for me. Because Donovan Graves has decided, without any input from me, that he is my new Daddy.
“Not hungry,” I mutter, turning away from the mirror to flounce over to the giant doll house at the far end of the nursery. Deliberately ignoring Donovan’s presence, and the way my heart pounds erratically in my chest the closer he gets, I pick up one of the dolls and pretend to walk her up the stairs.
“You haven’t eaten anything since before the event last night. You need to eat, little one.”
My heart is beating so loudly now I can actually hear it pounding through my veins as I continue ignoring him in favor of my dolls.
“Camilla Joy. Put those toys down right now.”
Nope. Not gonna happen.
“All right, then.”
Before I can even blink, I’m back up in his arms and he’s carrying me to the closet again. Crossing the wide space to a tall dresser, he opens a drawer and pulls out a t-shirt.
My own curiosity gets the better of me as he carries me back to the changing table. “What are you doing?”
His expression is all disappointed Daddy and even though I try to tell myself I don’t care, my heart constricts at the sight. “Little girls who don’t listen to their Daddies don’t get to wear pretty dresses.”
Tears burn my eyes as he strips the dress from me and replaces it with a t-shirt that barely covers my tummy. Looking down, I inhale sharply at the single word scrawled across the front in red, glittery font.
Naughty.
