17. Haylee

When she woke up and realized she was in a different room, she felt out of sorts. Then the memories of what had happened in the middle of the night replayed in her mind, and she decided that she really wanted to go dig a grave and die there. During her nightmare, she had accidentally wet the bed, and Kane found her trying to stuff the wet sheets into the washing machine. At first, she thought he was going to be angry that she'd ruined the mattress, yet he had been so sweet and tender with her. He didn't seem disgusted or upset at all. It didn't make it any less embarrassing, but if she had done something like that with Tim around, she probably would have never heard the end of it, and who knows what else he would have done.

When Kane told her he was moving her into the house and didn't get a say in it, she felt relieved. She didn't want to put him out by living in his space, but knowing he wasn't giving her a choice in the matter made her feel so much better. The way he took over also made her pussy react in a way that had her squirming in bed for the rest of the night. Especially when she recalled him being shirtless, with his ripped abs and muscular arms on full display for her pleasure as he had carried her up to the bedroom. How had she even been able to keep her hands to herself?

She couldn't believe she had told him that he would be a good Daddy. Not once but twice in front of him. But she had been so tired and out of it that she couldn't help it. He seemed to have this special effect on her that put her in a headspace that felt safe. As scary as the man could seem, she felt nothing but safe with him. Physically and emotionally.

Throwing the covers back, Haylee realized she would have to get out of bed at some point. Especially since her bladder was screaming at her for relief. Padding out of the room, she visited the bathroom and made her way down the stairs. Kane was standing in the kitchen with a coffee mug in hand, wearing the same pajama pants and a plain white tee. He looked so sexy with his hair still tousled from sleep, looking more relaxed than she'd ever seen him. Taking a deep breath, she stepped off the last step. He turned and looked up to meet her gaze.

"Good morning, sweet girl. Sleep okay up there?"

She nodded shyly, realizing just how embarrassed she was feeling. What did a grown woman say to a man about having an accident in bed? She decided not to say anything at all and just pretend it didn't happen.

"Yes. I slept well. That bed is really comfortable."

Kane looked pleased as he set his cup on the counter. "I'm glad. Sit down, wrap up in a blanket, and watch some cartoons or something. I'll get you some coffee and make some breakfast."

She spent the day watching movies while lying on the couch. Kane moved all her stuff from the apartment to the guest room. When she offered to help move everything, he gave her a look so stern she just sat back down and went back to watching her movies. He spent most of his day in his office working, popping out several times to check on her, making her snacks and small meals, and ensuring she was drinking enough water. She wouldn't admit it to him, but having him hovering over her the way that he did felt good.

Kane made them both sandwiches at lunchtime and cut hers into triangles, again without the crust. He let her feed herself, which, on the one hand, she was thankful for, but on the other, she missed him taking control. When she stopped eating after the second triangle, he scowled and told her to eat five more bites. She fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him because she was an adult, and adults totally didn't stick their tongues out at bossy men. Except she couldn't control her urge and poked her tongue out as soon as he wasn't looking at her. Yeah. Totally an adult. But she smiled with satisfaction afterward and took another bite.

"What are you smiling about?"

Shoot. He wasn't supposed to see her grinning like an idiot. She did her best to straighten her face, but her mouth didn't want to cooperate, and she began giggling.

"Nothing."

"Nothing, huh? Nothing to do with you just sticking your tongue out at me when you thought I wasn't looking?"

She let out a squeak of shock and began giggling harder. She watched Kane's stern expression turn soft as a slow smile crossed his lips, showing his brilliant white teeth. He really had a gorgeous smile.

"That's what I thought. You know, Little girls who stick their tongue out get in big trouble."

She stopped giggling and stared up at him with a shocked gaze.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that I'm not a Little girl," she said, almost sounding like she was asking instead of telling.

Real smooth, dummy. Good argument.

Kane let out a bark of laughter. "Oh, I am positive you are a Little girl."

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Am not."

He stared at her with pure amusement.

"Yes, I think you are very much a Little girl. A Little girl who still has four more bites to eat of her sandwich, or else."

"Don't want to."

His amusement disappeared as quickly as it appeared, replaced with serious Kane. The Kane that looked like he wrestled with alligators. A shiver ran down her spine, though she hoped he didn't see it. She didn't want him to think he affected her.

"I don't care if you want to or not. Four more bites, and you have five seconds to take one of those bites before you get into trouble. One."

Her eyes widened. How could she get into trouble? She was an adult. Not a Little girl. No, she was going to take a stand. He couldn't make her eat if she didn't want to.

"Two."

Shit. He's being serious.

"Three."

She looked up at him and realized he wasn't messing around. Every hint of amusement and humor was gone from his voice, replaced with dominant steel. Yep, she was definitely taking a stand. Not giving in.

"Four."

He raised his eyebrow, and she found herself quickly picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. Triumph filled his expression, and she wanted to stick her tongue out at him again, and she would have if she weren't chewing her sandwich.

"Good girl. Although I shouldn't have had to get past one before you obeyed."

Hmph. Well, that just sucked. So much for proving she was an adult. She took another bite as soon as she swallowed the first one. Kane looked pleased with himself. Bossy ass. She wondered if he always got his way.

"You know you can't always boss me around."

That smug expression crossed his face. "Oh, but I can, baby girl. Finish eating, and then you need to lay down for a nap."

"Don't want a nap," she answered after taking her last bite.

"You need a nap. You are being a cranky Little girl, and you've yawned three times while you've been eating."

Her being cranky? No way.

"I'm only yawning because you're boring me to tears."

Shit. She probably shouldn't have said that. That was so rude. But instead of looking angry, Kane snorted.

"Little girl, you are taking a nap whether you like it or not. Doctor's orders. Do you want me to tuck you in?"

Yes, she wanted that.

"No!" she snapped.

She stood to take her plate to the kitchen, but he took it from her.

"Up you go. I'll be up in a minute to give you some medicine."

She scrunched her nose but walked upstairs to her room. She needed to not be such a brat to him. He was only trying to help, and she was being rude and ungrateful. She should just do what he said so she wouldn't be such a bother. He would get tired of her and send her away, and she really hated the thought of that. She didn't want to be away from him. She wanted to be as close to him as possible.

You dumb bitch, you are so stupid! Stop being such a needy bitch! Nobody wants a child for a girlfriend.

Tim's words played through her head, and she shuddered. He was right, though. Nobody wanted some needy woman who slept with a stuffed animal, sucked her thumb, and watched cartoons. Men wanted women in sexy lingerie, not someone who wore pajamas with animals printed on them.

However, the Daddy Doms did like those things in the books she'd read. They wanted their Littles to do that kind of stuff and wear those kinds of clothes. But those Daddies were fictional, and that wasn't real life. Even though Kane had said he was a Daddy Dom, it didn't mean that he liked that kind of stuff. He might just enjoy being called Daddy during sex. Jealousy ran through her at the thought of him having sex with other women. She didn't like that thought at all.

Okay, why are you getting jealous over Kane having sex with other women? He isn't your man.

She frowned as she changed into a pair of pajamas and climbed into bed. She didn't like that she was feeling something toward Kane. She barely knew him, and she'd just gotten out of the shittiest relationship ever. She should want nothing to do with any man. But Kane… he was different than anyone she'd ever met before.

A light knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. She called out for him to come in.

"Ready for your medicine?"

She couldn't help but scrunch her nose again. Yucky grape stuff. He chuckled and walked in, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

"You'd think I was torturing you with that face you're making."

She stuck her lip out in a slight pout. "Sorry, I just hate that yucky stuff."

Okay. Way to sound grown-up. She sounded like a small child, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. Kane leaned over and booped her nose.

"I guess it's a good thing I got the orange kind, then, huh?"

Her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands.

Kane smiled. "Does that mean you'll take your medicine like a good Little girl?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, sure will."

She wasn't about to point out that she wasn't a Little girl, mostly because she didn't want him to give her the grape kind instead and also because she kind of liked being referred to as a good Little girl. Kane measured out the medicine and held the small measuring cup to her lips, keeping his gaze locked with hers as she drank it down.

"That's a good girl."

She beamed up at him. "Much yummier."

"Uh-huh. Sleep, little one."

"Thank you… for everything, Kane."

"You're welcome, baby. Sleep now."