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He shuffled toward her and took her in his arms before turning her around so she faced the mirror.
Her heart rate kicked up when he tucked one arm under her breasts and set his chin on the top of her head. “My mother is also a Little girl to my father, Bella.”
“I mean, okay, I know that, but surely she doesn’t dress like this or call him Daddy.”
“She most certainly does both of those things. Not all the time anymore, but in private definitely. You can’t shock her.”
“Really?” She felt skeptical.
“Yes. I expect you to call me Daddy in front of my parents. I expect you to submit fully to me. Doing so in front of other people is one of a long list of things you’ll learn to do.”
She drew in a slow breath, staring at her dress. “Okay, Daddy, but this dress is too short.”
“Your dress is just right. It helps you feel like the Little girl you are.”
“I’m not wearing anything under it. People can see my nipples. And it barely covers my panties.”
“None of the Little girls who are mated to Alpha Protectors wear anything under their dresses. Everyone I’ve ever met has nipples, so that won’t shock them. And if you want to argue about panties again, I can put you in a diaper.”
She hmphed. He didn’t usually punish her for that, but it was definitely his limit. And this conversation had reached its limit too. She knew by his tone and the way his brows were raised. She’d learned a lot about reading her Daddy in the past week.
Arion slid his arm up from under her breasts to above them, holding her firmly against him. He held her gaze in the mirror while he slid his other hand up under her skirt, slowly gathering the thin cotton material up her body until he reached her breasts. He cupped one and pinched the nipple.
She whimpered. He knew exactly how to play her and what would make her melt.
“I can sense them,” he murmured, sliding his lips down to her neck. “They’ll be at the door in less than a minute.” He nibbled on her ear while he switched his attention to her other breast, plucking the little nipple before giving it a twist. “You’re going to love them, and they will love you. You’ll be on your best behavior while they’re here too because I will not hesitate to spank you in front of my parents if you need me to.”
She shuddered. He said that as though she would be requesting a spanking. In a way, she knew he was right. When she misbehaved, it was the same as asking him to spank her. She certainly would not provoke his wolf while his parents were visiting.
A knock sounded at the door.
Jezebel flinched and tried to break free of her Daddy’s hold.
He didn’t release her though. He tightened the arm across her chest and flicked his thumb over her distended nipple.
The scene was so erotic. She was forced to stand there and watch him play with her breasts, her dress bunched up above them, her pink panties covered in little hearts.
She didn’t dare suggest they go answer the door.
By the time he released her nipple and lowered her dress, she was panting. Darn him.
Ten seconds later, she was standing behind him at the door, breathing heavily and trying hard not to cover her chest by crossing her arms. She knew her nipples were beacons.
“Arion, Jezebel, it’s so good to see you both.” His mother stepped in first. She hugged her son before pulling Jez into a hug. It was kind of surprising since the only time she’d met the woman had been at the mating ceremony where everything had been so proper and stoic, and Jez hadn’t had permission to look them in the eye.
That was not the case today. Daddy had told her there would be no pomp and circumstance with his parents. They were ordinary people. Sure, his father happened to be a member of the Alpha Protectors and his mother an Alpha mate, but other than that, no big deal.
“Nice to see you too, ma’am,” Jezebel responded, remembering her manners.
The older woman held her by the shoulders and leaned back. “Please, call me Carina. No need to be so formal.” She gave a warm smile before glancing down. “I love this dress, by the way.” She glanced at her son. “You have good taste. She looks adorable.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Carina chuckled. “Carina,” she reminded her.
Jezebel nodded. “I’ll try. I was raised to address you with reverence. It might take me a while.”
“I understand.” Carina stepped back. “And this is my mate, Talon. I know you didn’t really meet us on your mating day.”
