Page 64 of Cage

“Oh, fuck! Sorry! Oh, oh, yes, right there!”

Noises I’ve never made come out of me, and I’m sure I sound like a dying goat, but holy fucking balls. Are orgasms usually like that? I’ve certainly never given myself pleasure to that degree. I think I might have died for about thirty seconds and went to heaven, then became half-conscious again. Scratch that, I’m still in freaking heaven.

When I quiet, he eases up slightly but doesn’t stop touching me with his skilled hands. He stands, his thumb on my clit and his fingers inside me, and lazily watches me.

“You’re such a good girl. Jesus Christ, that was hot,” he mutters.

I can barely keep my eyes open, so I grin at him. “Thank you.”

He chuckles and leans down again. “Oh, you’re welcome, firefly. We’re not done, though. Not even close.”

“Open.”

When I lift my heavy eyelids, Cage is holding something up to show me.

A bottle? No, the spout isn’t like a bottle.

“Is that a sippy cup?”

He leans against the counter next to me and brings it to my lips. “Yeah, baby. Drink some water.”

Wrinkling my nose, I shake my head. “I don’t like water.”

“Too bad for you, you’re going to drink it. We’re adding water to your daily rules. You’re going to have at least three of these a day.”

My mouth drops open as I stare at the large bottle. “I’ll be peeing constantly.”

Cage grins. “Which is a good thing. If running to the bathroom so much bothers you, Daddy can always put you in a diaper.”

I quickly shake my head, and he chuckles. “We’ll table that for when the time comes, then,” he says.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I consider that. What would a diaper feel like? I’ve wondered but never considered wearing one. Seems like I might not get the choice with Cage as my Daddy.

He nudges the spout into my mouth and holds it there while we stare at each other. This feels intimate; I suppose it is. He’s taking care of me, and I’m letting him.

“While I was out today, I got you some stuff.”

That catches my attention, and I turn my head away from the sippy cup. “Why did you get me stuff?”

As if the question confuses him, his eyebrows pinch together. “Why not? You’re my baby girl. I’m always going to get you stuff.”

I want to ask if he means only while I’m here or if he’s indicating something different, but I can’t work up the nerve. If he doesn’t feel the same way about me as I do him, I’m not ready to face that reality.

When I don’t answer, his confusion turns into a frown and then a scowl. “Your father is a bastard who is going to answer to me very fucking soon.”

Cage’s tone is dark and deadly. He wouldn’t hurt my father, would he? Would I care if he did? I’m not so sure. I’ve tried to getmy father to love me for so long and it’s never worked. Why do I keep trying?

“Can I see what you got?” A change of subject is good. The last thing I want to think about is going back to the man who has all but abandoned me these past twenty years. Besides, whatever Cage got me, the Little girl inside me can’t wait another second to see it.

Thankfully, he lets me get away with it and grabs my discarded panties from the kitchen floor. I scoot to the edge to get down, blushing over the fact that we just did some filthy stuff. I should probably sanitize the granite.

“Uh-uh, stay up there. You stay where Daddy puts you. If I want you down, I’ll get you down.”

I pause and meet his stern gaze while he slides my panties up my legs. When he can’t go any farther, he picks me up by my armpits and sets me on my feet. Once he’s done, he holds out his hand.

“I need my pants.” I look around for them, inwardly giggling when I spot them hanging over the toaster.

“You don’t need your pants. Little girls can walk around in their panties at home.”

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