Page 27 of Arion
Jezebel was seriously worried when breakfast was over. She’d eaten some bites, but not a lot. She found she craved the formula and drained the rest of her sippy cup as her Daddy cleaned the kitchen.
Maybe she drank the delicious concoction because it was something to do to take her mind off all the new things happening around her.
She’d never in her wildest dreams pictured someone seeing her naked. It simply hadn’t occurred to her. When her mother had explained what mated couples did in bed, she’d visualized it happening in the dark under the covers.
But her Daddy had spread her naked body open and stared at every inch of her. He’d licked most of her too. She still couldn’t believe that.
The next shocking thing on her mind at the moment was the thin pretty nightie she was wearing—that and nothing else. Her mother never wore so little clothing. Jezebel was pretty sure the woman even wore her inner shift in the bath. Modesty was drilled into all the girls from birth.
And Arion had shattered that norm in seconds. Her head was spinning.
She liked staring at his chest too. It was broad and firm. The muscles were so hard. She knew he was strong, but it was more than that. He was mouthwatering if she were being honest.
Every time she looked at him, she clenched her private parts, which were exposed. Never ever, ever had she gone without panties and a few layers of undergarments under her dress.
Something in this cabin felt like it was messing with her brain. She’d felt slightly lightheaded from the moment she woke up in her Daddy’s arms yesterday.
It was him. It was their connection. The bond. It was scrambling her mind, and she wasn’t sure she cared.
Daddy unfastened the buckles at her waist, but before he lifted her off the highchair as she expected, he hesitated, flipped his wrist so she could see the mark, and set it against her cheek.
Jezebel gasped. When he touched her with that mark, it did things to her. Good things, she thought. Or maybe naughty things that seemed good.
She set her hand on top of his wrist, pressing it against her cheek as she leaned into it. Her breasts felt heavier. With every breath, her nipples brushed against the thin material of her nightie.
She didn’t dare squeeze her thighs together, but she wanted to. There was a pressure between her legs. It wouldn’t stop, and it grew by the second as he continued to touch her.
Finally, he broke the contact and slid his palm down to hold her face. “That’s my good girl. When I see you close to panic, I’m going to press my mark against you to help you come back to me.”
She was panting. “Daddy…”
“I know, Little one.” He lifted his other hand, slid it under the thin material of her nightie, and cupped her breast.
She gasped as he suddenly lifted her out of the highchair, cradling her against his chest as he seemed to enjoy. He hurried from the room and headed straight for his bedroom.
She knew this drill. The moment he lowered her to his bed, her heart started racing. When he pushed the nightie over her head and stared down at her, she grew self-conscious. His gaze slowly roamed her body forever.
Eventually he touched her with just the tips of his fingers, dancing them along her collarbone and between her breasts.
She whimpered and arched into the contact, wantonly needing more. He affected her so strongly.
“Can you feel that, Bella? Feel the connection?”
She nodded. He was barely touching her.
He grazed his fingers down to her thighs. “Open for me, Little one. Spread your legs.”
She did as he asked. She couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t possible to deny him.
“That’s my good girl.” He gently stroked her inner thighs until she thought she would die from need. A need she only learned existed last night. And holy moly but she loved when he praised her.
“You need Daddy to touch your pussy, don’t you, Little one?”
She nodded, a jerky movement. “Please, Daddy.”
“I will, Little mate, but first I want you to have a new experience. I want you to turn over onto your tummy. I’m going to prop you up with a pillow under your hips so your bottom is lifted into the air. You will offer it to me. You will stay nice and still for Daddy while I show you how it feels to have your bottom spanked.”
She flinched. A moan escaped her mouth. He did something to her. Or the mark did. Or he’d cast a spell on her or something. Because she couldn’t disobey him. She wanted what he was offering more than her next breath.
