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King held her close, stroking her hair while she relaxed into his arms, her sniffles fading. She knew she’d been naughty, but in his embrace, she felt nothing but peace and something she wasn’t expecting.

She felt loved.

Ella sighed in contentment as she curled up against King’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around her as they relaxed on his couch. The low hum of the movie played in the background, but she wasn’t paying attention. It was hard to focus on anything when King’s steady heartbeat thumped beneath her ear, his warmth surrounding her like a protective cocoon.

He had her tucked between his legs, her body cradled against his, and every so often, he ran his fingers lazily through her hair, making her shiver. She felt safe. Secure. Like she belonged here, in his arms.

“You comfy, baby?” he murmured, his lips pressing lightly against her head.

She nodded, snuggling even closer. “Mm-hmm. Really comfy.”

His deep chuckle rumbled against her cheek. “Good. You better be. I like having you here.”

Her cheeks warmed, but she didn't respond. Mostly because she liked being there too much, and it scared her a bit. Everything with King was moving so fast, yet it felt so right.

They stayed like that for hours, King occasionally shifting to adjust her or whisper in her ear, but for the most part, they just existed together, wrapped up in each other.

After her punishment had ended and she had calmed down, he told her she could go back to playing with the other girls, but she wanted to stay with him. So he turned on a movie for them while he cuddled and babied her.

When dinnertime rolled around, King finally moved, stretching beneath her before shifting her off his lap. “Come on, Little one. Let’s get some food in that tummy.”

She let out a small whine at the loss of his warmth but let him pull her to her feet. Hand in hand, he led her out of his apartment and into the common area where the rest of the club members and Littles were gathering for dinner.

The moment they stepped into the dining room, Ella hesitated, feeling a little overwhelmed by the lively energy of the clubhouse. The tables were filled with people chatting, laughing, and teasing one another. For a second, she thought about asking King if they could eat alone. Ever since her spanking, she’d felt extra Little and clingy.

But he didn’t give her the chance. He led her straight to the food, grabbing two plates and filling them up. When she sat down, she winced as her bottom came into contact with the chair, but one look at Harper and she knew she wasn’t alone. The other girls had gotten their bottoms spanked, too. And that kind of comforted her.

As soon as King sat next to her, she expected him to slide a plate in front of her, but instead, he scooted his chair closer and held up a forkful of food.

She blinked at him. “You’re… gonna feed me?”

King smirked. “That a problem, dollface?”

Her cheeks burned as she glanced around, suddenly hyper-aware of how many people were in the room. But then, her eyes landed on Ivy, snuggled in Steele's lap as he fed her. Remi was curled up beside Kade, giggling as he held a spoon to her lips.

Ella’s stomach flipped. This wasn’t weird in the compound. This was normal.

Slowly, she turned back to King, pausing for a second before parting her lips and letting him slide the bite into her mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

She shivered, chewing slowly as he continued to feed her, his eyes never leaving hers. Every bite he gave her, every soft murmur of praise, sent little flutters through her belly.

By the time dinner was over, she wasn’t even thinking about being embarrassed anymore. She just felt… cherished. Taken care of.

Ella sat back in her chair, her belly pleasantly full from the meal King had fed her. The others were chatting around the table, but King stood up and took her hand, leading her toward his apartment. She followed willingly, feeling a sense of contentment that only seemed to grow the more time she spent with him.

Once they were inside, King smiled down at her. “Stay here, baby. I’ll be right back.”

Ella nodded as he disappeared from the apartment. She was a little lost without him by her side, but she settled onto the couch, curling up with one of the throw pillows. The soft fabric and the quiet atmosphere of his personal space put her at ease, like this was where she was supposed to be.

Her thoughts wandered while she waited. She couldn’t help but smile, recalling how King had fed her earlier. The tenderness in his actions had been so... caring. She’d never felt anything like it before, and it made her feel warm and cherished in a way she didn’t know was possible.

After what felt like only a few moments, she heard King’s footsteps approaching.

He stepped into the doorway, arms loaded with an assortment of new toys and Little items. Her heart fluttered as she took in the sight—a colorful collection of plush toys, a playful rattle, a doll, and even a few items she hadn’t seen before.

With a soft giggle, she asked, “Where did you get all that?”

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