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“I think I want to try those. I’ve never tried either, but I find it intriguing. But not all at once… could we do it slowly?”

“Of course, baby. I will go slow with everything. I want to build up your trust so you know I would never harm you. I will play with your bottom a little bit, but I won’t penetrate you with my cock until you’re fully ready.”

Haylee squeaked and hid her face when he said cock.

“So, what now?” she asked hesitantly.

“So now, Daddy is going to make dinner, and baby alligator is going to watch cartoons and keep me company while I cook.”

“Do you really think what you make is actually defined as cooking?” she asked with a wide grin.

Brat.

23

HAYLEE

After going over the rules, Kane made dinner. He grilled steaks and made a spinach salad for the side. After dinner, he drew her a bath, leaving her to bathe herself, and then tucked her in at bedtime. She didn’t know what she was expecting after she agreed to be his Little, but it wasn’t that. She had expected fireworks or at least something kinky. But it was just a typical routine night. Not that it was a bad thing. He kissed her on the lips before he left her room and had even deepened the kiss a bit. She didn’t want to feel disappointed by the mundane evening because he was the same caring, sweet guy he had been since the first day they’d met. For some reason, though, she thought he would go all Dom on her as soon as she’d agreed to be his Little.

The following day, she woke up, dressed in a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt, and padded toward the bathroom. After taking care of things and washing her hands, she walked out and nearly ran into Kane as he stood dead center in the hallway in front of the bathroom door. He reached out quickly, grasping her by the hips to steady her.

“Whoa, baby alligator. You okay?”

Well, she was… before walking straight into the sexiest man she’d ever met… while looking like a sleepy wreck. When she’d glanced in the mirror while washing her hands, she’d winced at the sight of her wild hair, going every which way.

“Uh… yeah. I’m good. Hi.”

His eyes darkened with arousal as he took her in from head to toe. He looked at her like she was prime rib and he was a starving man.

“Sleep good, baby? I made breakfast. Come on, let’s go eat.”

He picked her up effortlessly, settling her on his hip as he walked down the stairs. She was limp in his arms, unsure of what to do until his free arm reached for her leg and pulled it up around his waist.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

He ignored her and continued to the kitchen, settling her down at the table. Almost instantly, a green-and-white plate with alligators printed on it was set in front of her, holding pieces of toast cut into strips, along with a matching sippy cup.

She stared at them, feeling a warm sensation run through her. She loved stuff like that. Cute plates and cute cutlery. Tim would have died if she’d had any of that in his house. She’d had some plain, cute dishes in college that she’d gotten for cheap from IKEA. They didn’t have prints on them, but they were all plastic and had made her feel happy when she ate out of them. When she moved in with Tim, he told her to get rid of them.

“Eat up, baby. Do you want Daddy to feed you?”

She looked up at him, unsure if she should say yes, that she wanted that very much. It wouldn’t be all that weird. He’d already fed her several times. Yet asking for it was a whole other story. He’d taken it upon himself to feed her before. She didn’t have a say in that. She liked not having a say in it.

Kane’s phone ringing interrupted them.

“Start eating, little girl,” he said, pointing toward her plate as he answered the phone.

“Yeah?” he barked.

“What did it say?… How long ago?… Where?… Are you fucking kidding me?”

Haylee took a bite of the toast but quickly lost interest as his tone became so agitated that she lost her appetite. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Kane hung up the phone and turned toward her, his face turned to hard steel.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

She was pretty sure she didn’t want to know but needed to know. Kane muttered something under his breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them and training his face to a less scary expression. She knew he was putting on a mask for her, and she didn’t like it.

“Tell me. I can handle it,” she said quietly.