She gasped, eyes wide. “Dress.”
He set her back a few feet, rose, and headed for the closet, impressed when she didn’t follow him with demands. She probably had an opinion about what she wanted to wear, but she was learning to submit and probably decided that arguing about her clothing selection wasn’t a worthwhile battle to pick this afternoon.
Since it was a warm day, Isaac chose a deep purple sundress with thin straps that would settle on her shoulders. He gathered the material over her head. “Arms up.”
She lifted her small arms and let him slide the soft cotton down her body. It landed a few inches below her bottom.
“Panties?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
He headed for the chest of drawers, opened the top one, and grabbed a pair of white panties before squatting down in front of her. “Hold on to my shoulders, Little one.”
She complied, her entire demeanor more subdued since he’d spanked her.
Before standing, he lifted her chin, noting the pink hue of her cheeks. “No need to be embarrassed, Baby girl. I promise you’renot the first Little girl to enjoy having her naughty little butt spanked. It’s common.”
She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s weird,” she whispered.
He tucked a hand under her sweet butt and lifted her off the floor. “It will seem normal in no time.”
Next hurdle coming up. Alpha Protectors were used to the challenges the first few days of any mating posed. Introducing their mates to a way of life none of them knew existed or expected was always rough. With Amber, there was the added fact that instead of sequestering her for several weeks so he could have her all to himself, she’d been thrust into a new world while also facing strangers. She had to be more stressed as a result.
Isaac carried her into the kitchen and lowered her into the highchair.
She giggled as he secured straps around her, restraining her so deliberately that she could barely bend forward. “Why am I not surprised?”
He kissed her.
“Are you going to feed me, too?”
“Would you like me to feed you?” He watched her body language closely as she wiggled against the straps.
“Maybe sometimes…”
He lifted her chin and kissed her again. If he could, he would kiss her every few seconds for the rest of the day, but unfortunately, they needed to eat, and as much as it displeased him, they also needed to face her new power and find out how far it extended.
His girl’s hair was a wild array of curls. It was adorable, but he suspected she’d be more comfortable if he brushed it out and braided it, so he rounded behind her, grabbed a brush andtwo hairbands from a drawer, and started working through the tangles.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, moaning. “I could get used to this.”
“You should. I’ll brush your hair out every day, Little one.” The smile on her face while he worked was enough to make him want to keep stroking through her locks for hours. But he needed to feed her, so he quickly divided her hair into two sections and braided both sides behind her ears.
“How about grilled cheese and some tomato soup?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.
She lit up. “That’s my favorite.”
He chuckled. “I know, Little one.” Rylee had told him. Amber’s friend had told him a lot of things. It was coming in handy.
Isaac turned the soup on to heat while he made her a grilled cheese sandwich. It only took a few minutes, and as soon as he set it on the tray in front of her, she devoured it.
“That was delicious,” she told him. “Better than my mom’s, but don’t tell her that. I know how to cook, you know.”
He wiped her hands and face with a wet cloth and cleared away the dishes. “Fun fact,” he said. “The mates of Alpha Protectors do not cook. They don’t clean either.”
Her eyes bugged out. “Are you serious?”
“Yep.”
