He kissed her neck again. “Obey your Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir.” It took her several minutes to settle down and fall asleep, but she finally did. She was also aware that her body relaxed more than it had in weeks, so much so that she did indeed pee her diaper soon after succumbing to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Jayce couldn’t stop grinning as he settled his precious mate in her highchair the next morning. Every new thing he introduced shocked her and made her pale cheeks pinken. It was adorable.
She only protested a little each time, though, and the addition of the highchair mostly made her roll her eyes.
He snapped the tray on before turning toward the fridge. After preparing her a bottle, he handed it to her and then fixed her a bowl of dry cereal, something he knew her tummy could handle.
When he set both on her tray, she glanced at him. “How about we put the milk on the cereal, and you give me a spoon?”
He’d put a soft white dress on her before carrying her to the kitchen, and he was glad now. It gave him leverage. He reached out and pinched one of her nipples through the fabric. “How about if you don’t question your Daddy?”
She frowned.
“It will be easier on your tummy if you don’t eat or drink too fast. Eat the cereal one piece at a time and drink through the nipple, Little one.” He grabbed the back of her neck, bent, and kissed her. She was irresistible. He felt the urge to touch her and kiss her every few seconds.
Before entering the kitchen, he’d given her a bath, brushed out her hair, and braided it in two long braids behind her ears. She’d giggled the entire time, shocked by his abilities.
She was still not pleased when he diapered her again before lowering the white dress over her head, but she didn’t say anything. She simply pursed her lips.
Sliding his hand around to her chin, he tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I know everything is new and strange. You’ll get used to your new life as the days go by, Baby girl. It’s also not unusual for you to question me or argue, but you need to learn that every decision I make is for your health and safety. You will obey me without question. If you don’t, I will discipline you to remind you who’s in charge.” He lifted a brow.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
He didn’t really need to spell all of that out for her. For one thing, she’d been raised to obey him. But reiterating what he required of her served more than one purpose. Yes, it was a reminder that he expected her to follow his rules. But it also proved what was common among all mates of Alpha Protectors. Obeying him was in her blood. She was born to submit to him.
Every time he asserted his authority, she creamed for him. Her arousal filled the room. Making his point, he inhaled slowly, letting his nostrils flare as he scented her essence. If he were to reach inside her diaper, he would find her pussy dripping for him, and she knew it.
She swallowed.
“If you challenge me again, I’ll take your dress off, and you can eat breakfast wearing only a diaper.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She squirmed as much as she could with the strap around her waist and up between her legs.
“I’m worried about you slumping to the side if you have a vision. I know that hasn’t happened to you in the past, but I suspect the visions will be more powerful now. You alreadyknow you could lose bladder control. I don’t want you injured. I’ll be watching you closely. If it seems to be a problem, I’ll add the shoulder harness across your chest when you’re in your highchair.”
She wiggled. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He didn’t say that last part to be mean or bossy or overprotective. He truly was concerned about her safety. There would be no wiggle room when it came to ensuring she not get injured.
While he prepared a big breakfast, he kept a close eye on her. He never moved more than a few feet from the highchair.
She slowly ate the cereal and took her bottle. Every time she tipped her head back to get a drink, he smiled. She was so fucking cute.
After piling eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns on his plate, he scooted her highchair closer to the table before sitting. He scooped up a bite of eggs and blew on it. “Open, Baby girl.”
She hesitated, staring at the fork. Finally, she relented and opened her mouth to let him feed her.
“Good girl.”
“Mmm. That’s yummy, Daddy. I can’t believe you don’t expect me to cook for you.”
He chuckled. “Yep. This is our way of life, Little one.”
“It’s so different.”
