Page 32 of Cage

“I can do it.”

Ignoring me, he heads straight for the closet. “Little girls don’t pick out their clothes, and they certainly don’t dress themselves. That’s their Daddy’s job… Or their caretaker.”

Right. Because he’s not my Daddy, and I need to remember that. But getting me dressed? What panties do I have on? Oh yeah, I’m wearing my pink polka-dot cotton briefs. Whew. At least they aren’t ratty. They’re damp, though. Shoot. He’ll be able to see.

As soon as he notices me breathing faster, he’s right in front of me, concern etched on his face. “Firefly, breathe. I’m just going to get you dressed, okay? I’ll close my eyes.”

I can do this.

“Do you remember what your safeword is?”

I meet his gaze and nod. “Red.”

“Good girl. You can say it at any time if you need things to stop. Otherwise, I expect you to obey me. If you’re naughty or break the rules, you’ll be disciplined. Okay?”

Disciplined… Like spanked? I squeeze my thighs together as those pesky butterflies erupt in my tummy again. Why does being spanked by Cage arouse me? His hands are huge. Surely it would hurt.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Lift your arms up.”

I do, and when I look at him, he closes his eyes and pulls my shirt over my head. Then he fumbles with the clothes he picked out until he finds the top and lowers it over me.

“Wait. I need a bra.”

“You don’t need a bra, baby girl. If we leave the property, you can wear a bra. While you’re here, you can go without.”

As soon as my shirt is on, he opens his eyes and meets my gaze. The only time I’ve ever gone without a bra is in bed. Although it’s not like I really need one. My boobs are small and boring. There’s not much there to perk up. Probably a good thing he closed his eyes. He would have been disappointed with the view.

When I don’t argue, he tucks his thumbs into my pajama shorts and pulls them down. Then he reaches for my panties, and I hold my breath. As soon as he takes them off, he’s going to see the wet spot. I’m going to die of embarrassment at the age of twenty-two.

He closes his eyes once again, and I let out a relieved breath. Even without being able to see, he dresses me quickly and efficiently. As soon as he’s done, he takes my dirty clothes and tosses them in the bathroom hamper, then comes out with a hairbrush.

Every movement he makes is confident and calculated. He’s efficient with everything he does. Would he be like that in bed? Efficient and detailed?

My cheeks heat at the thought. Why am I thinking about Cage in bed? When did I become such a pervert? I’ve never fantasized about any man, but I guess Cage is the exception. And I’d bet my last stuffie he’s an exceptional lover. Which is saying a lot because Spike is my best friend. I’d never take the risk of losing him.

“Do you want a ponytail, pigtails, or two braids?”

My mouth falls open as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “You know how to braid?”

“Of course. Been doing Rowie’s hair forever. Although, she says I never get her pigtails even.”

I purse my lips, fighting the smile I feel inside. “I want pigtails.”

After he has me stand between his legs, he starts brushing my hair, and every so often, something hard presses into my bottom.

“Is Rowie in Little Space a lot?” I ask, wanting to distract myself from the fact that his dick is hard.

“She lives in Little Space pretty much all the time. It’s how she copes best.”

Scrunching my nose, I bring my thumb to my chin and start to rub it. “Copes?”

He’s gentle as he works on my hair, taking the time to comb out all the tangles without pulling.

“Rowie went through hell before she came to us. If Theo and I hadn’t found her when we did, she would have been killed at the hands of her foster parents.”

My chest aches for her. She’s so small and sweet. It’s hard to imagine anyone ever wanting to hurt her.

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