A lump formed in her throat as she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Good,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Because in this dynamic, your safety and happiness come first. Always.”
Her chest tightened with emotion, and as he pulled her into his arms, the last remnants of doubt dissolved. For the first time in her life, she felt truly seen, valued, and cherished. And more now than ever before, she believed this wasn’t something fleeting—it was the beginning of something lasting, somethingreal.
How was it possible for her to feel so emotional over a man she barely knew? The thought twisted inside her, confusing and exhilarating at the same time. Maybe it was because every time she turned around, Storm did something unexpected. He wasn’t just the gruff, brooding man he appeared to be. There was so much more to him—a complexity that intrigued and unsettled her. It made her chest ache to think of all the people who might have judged Storm without taking the time to see the man beneath the tough exterior.
“Red is the universal safeword in the club, too,” Storm said. “So, if at any time, one of my brothers says or does something you don’t like, you say red, and they’ll stop immediately. We all kind of look out for each other’s Littles without realizing it sometimes, but I know some of the girls don’t feel comfortable with anyone but their Daddy. We’ll talk more about that later.”
As he spoke, he held up a light-pink sweater in front of her, the delicate fabric contrasting with his rugged hands. “Arms up.”
“I need a bra,” she replied barely above a whisper.
His eyebrows pinched slightly as he glanced between the sweater and her. “Why? We’re not going anywhere tonight.”
Heat flared across her skin, and she motioned toward her chest awkwardly. “My breasts are too big to just… hang free.”
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, making her knees feel like jelly. “No, baby. They’re just fucking perfect, and it’s not healthy to have them strapped up in a bra all the time. When we’re alone, you won’t wear a bra. I’ll allow one when we’re around other people or when you’re at work. Now, arms up, don’t make me repeat myself.”
Her heart pounded as she slowly lifted her arms, letting the blanket she’d wrapped around herself slip to the floor. The moment she remembered she was completely naked, she instinctively moved to cover as much of her body as shecould, but Storm was faster. His strong hands gently but firmly catching her wrists.
“Rule number one,” he said, firm but not unkind, “no hiding from Daddy. When you’re undressed, you don’t try to cover yourself. I want to see my sunshine. Understand?”
She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flaming as she nodded. His hands guided her arms upward again, and he dropped the sweater over her head. The soft fabric slid down her skin, covering her just enough to feel modest but still leaving her vulnerable under his intense gaze.
It was going to take time to adjust to his demands. Since she’d been her own caretaker for so long, her rules had been minimal, and there had been no one to enforce them. But now, with Storm, things were going to be very different.
“We’re going to talk more about your rules and limits over dinner,” he said slightly softer this time. “For now, I want to get you dressed, and I want you to spend some time in Little Space.”
Storm knelt in front of her, holding out the pair of high-waisted cotton panties he’d gotten out of her dresser. The sight of them made her blush, but she stepped into them without hesitation. As he pulled them up her legs and settled them on her hips, she let out a deep breath. The snug, comfortable fit, tiny pink hearts, and scalloped edges seemed to invite her Little side forward, like it was being coaxed out gently.
“Come on, baby,” Storm said, holding out his hand.
She hesitated, glancing around for a pair of bottoms. “I need pants.”
“No, you don’t,” he replied, his voice firm but warm. “You’re going to spend a lot of time like this when we’re alone. Little girls don’t need a bunch of clothes on when they’re home and comfy.”
Her cheeks burned, but the way his large hand wrapped around hers made her feel safe, like she could let go of the reins for once, something she was desperate for. He led her into theliving room with a quiet confidence that made it seem like he’d been in her apartment a hundred times before. His natural ease was something she admired, and it helped her relax. It felt like she could truly let her guard down with him.
“Do you have any toys?” he asked casually.
The question caught her off guard, and her cheeks flamed even brighter.“Yes. I have some.”
There was no point in being bashful or hiding this side of herself. Storm was around the other Littles regularly, so she suspected nothing would surprise him.
“Show me.”
Swallowing thickly, Brook led him to the eight-cubby shelf she also used as a TV stand and pulled open one of the drawers then moved to the next. Each cube had different kinds of toys.
“You like Barbies, I see,” he said as he ran his hand over the small of her back.
A shiver ran through her, and she was overly aware that while he was fully dressed, she was in not very much clothing. It was another thing that made her feel Little.
Brook glanced up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of judgment, but there was none. Instead, Storm’s lips curved into a soft, knowing smile, the kind that made her stomach flutter.
“Barbies were my favorite growing up,” she admitted quietly. “I guess I never really let them go.”
Storm crouched slightly to get a better look at the neatly arranged dolls in their miniature outfits and plastic heels. “You’ve got quite the collection. Do you play with them often?”