22. Kane

Walking upstairs to find Haylee examining Ally's pull-up had been quite a surprise. And adorable as hell. Both girls seemed to be in some sort of state of Little space when Luke interrupted them. The way Haylee lowered her eyes and answered Luke in such a sweet Little voice had Kane aching to go pick her up and snuggle her. She had seemed embarrassed, yet he guessed from the look in her pale blue eyes that she wasn't hating it.

After seeing Luke and Ally out, Kane paced downstairs, unsure of what to do next. He wanted to talk to Haylee about it more, but he also didn't know where she stood with the topic. Obviously, she'd had some sort of discussion with Ally about it, considering how the men had found them. Might as well bite the bullet.

As he started up the stairs, Haylee was heading down toward him. She looked nervous, almost trembling.

"What are you doing, baby?"

She looked up to see him standing at the bottom of the stairs, and he thought for a brief moment that she was going to bolt. Instead, she made her way further down the stairs toward him.

"Can we talk?"

Well, that didn't sound ominous or anything.

"Of course. Come sit on the couch with a blanket."

He waited until she made it to him at the bottom step and then led her to the couch. He grabbed a throw blanket off the arm and put it over her lap. Her hands were shaking, and he didn't like that. Kane sat on the coffee table in front of her, taking her hands in his.

"What's wrong, baby alligator?"

She let out a deep breath and laughed. "I feel so silly. But I talked to Ally about… well… Daddies and being a Little."

Kane smiled. "I kind of gathered that when we found you checking out her pull-up."

Her face lowered, and he could see the rosy color coming to her cheeks. Not wanting her to hide from him, he lifted his hand to her chin to raise her head up gently until her eyes met his. She looked so soft and vulnerable that he couldn't help but move over to the couch and pull her into his lap, turning her so she could look at him.

"What did you find out from Ally?"

"She said she's the happiest she's ever been and that she couldn't imagine her life not being a Little and that it's such a safe feeling."

Nodding, he ran his hand up and down her spine. "Being in that kind of dynamic is meant to make the Little feel safe and secure in all ways. It's also a Daddy's job to make sure that his Little is happy, mentally, physically, and emotionally."

"I didn't wear a pull-up last night," she blurted out.

Did she think he would be upset about it?

"That's okay, baby. It isn't something I would force. I just wanted to give you the option. I'm not the type of Daddy that requires that. I just want my Little to be comfortable at whatever age she feels most comfortable with. Some Littles wear diapers, and some don't. I am happy either way as long as she is happy."

Haylee nodded, seeming to think that through. "It's not that I'm totally against it, but I just don't think I'm ready for something like that. I do think I'm a Little, but I don't think I'm that Little."

So, she did realize she was a Little. Thank God for that. It would make things easier for them to transition into a dynamic. If that was even what she was wanting, and he hoped like hell she did because he didn't think he'd ever be able to date anyone after having Haylee in his home. She was too special, and he'd barely even gotten to scratch the surface of her yet.

"That's okay if you aren't ready, and it's okay if you're never ready. Just know they are there if you ever want them."

She nodded, twisting her hands together nervously.

"Haylee, I'd love to be your Daddy if you'd like to explore your Little side. I think you are a really special girl, and even when you're in another room, I can't stop thinking about you. I have wanted to Daddy you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Okay, maybe a little forward, but at least it was out there for her to consider. The worst that could happen was being completely rejected.

"You have? But… is it because you feel sorry for me because of what happened? Because I don't want you to take care of me like that because you feel sorry for me…"

"Whoa, baby. Slow down. It's not because I feel sorry for you. It's because I care about you and your well-being, and I have this pull towards you that I can't control. Since the first time I heard your scared, sweet Little voice over the phone, I've had this magnetic pull, and it only keeps getting stronger. I like you for you. Not because of your situation. You're so sweet and kind and loving and adorable."

She leaned into his chest, resting her head under his chin. He continued to rub her back as they sat in silence for several minutes.

"I've never had a Daddy, and I have never actually been a Little. I've read about it. Ally and I have read all kinds of books about it, but I don't know if I'd be any good at it. What if it turns out that I'm not actually a Little?"

There was no question that she was a Little under the surface. She just needed a safe space to explore it.

"Baby, I have been a Daddy for a very long time, and I have no doubts that you are a Little. And there is no such thing as not being any good at it. You just have to be yourself, and you will be wonderful at it. Of course, you would have rules to follow and consequences if you break the rules, but otherwise, you just have to be you."

Her body trembled slightly when he mentioned consequences, and he realized the thought of that might scare her, considering her past relationship.

"Does the thought of punishment scare you?" he asked softly.

He felt her hands fidgeting, and he couldn't help but smile. She was a Little to the core.

"Ummm… well… no. I've always kind of had an interest in spankings. The discipline scenes were my favorite parts of the books we read. Does that make me weird?"

"No, it doesn't make you weird, baby. It's something that many submissives and Littles crave and also need to be happy. Although, most of the time, the fantasy in your mind is much different than the actual discipline. But usually, after a spanking or whatever the punishment is, the Little feels so much better inside."

She nodded. "That's what I always read in the books. They were always held by their Daddy and felt better and calmer."

He could see how a spanking would help Haylee. It seemed that her mind was going nonstop all the time, and she had a hard time shutting down. But with what she had been through, he didn't think spanking her would be the best idea right away in a dynamic. She needed to build her trust in him first and know that he would never harm her.

"Yes. That is true. Do you think you would be interested in me being your Daddy?"

She pulled away from him until her eyes met his. Those blue eyes would be the death of him. How would he ever put his foot down with her with those beauties staring back at him?

"You are questioning if I'd be interested in you being my Daddy? I don't even know why you would want to be my Daddy. I'd be lucky to have you as my Daddy. You're so hot and sweet and ridiculously overprotective. Did I say hot? Because you're fucking hot."

Kane chuckled. "No swearing, little girl. And I want to be your Daddy because I think you are absolutely amazing. I would be the lucky one to have you as my baby girl."

"I'd really like it if you would be my Daddy. But just so you know, I might be a terrible Little girl."

He raised his brow at her. "There is no way you would be terrible."

She shrugged.

"If I'm going to be your Daddy, we need to talk about rules and your needs and wants as well."

A shiver ran down her spine under his hand, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was feeling excited and maybe even aroused to have rules set for her.

"Like what," she asked in a small voice.

"Like rules to make sure you stay safe and healthy and rules that will keep you happy. There will also be rules set that are beneficial for Daddy."

"You will get rules?" she asked suspiciously.

Kane chuckled. "No. But there will be rules for you like no lying, always coming to me when something is making you sad or upset, communicating your feelings and needs with me. Things like that. You following those rules will help me to be a better Daddy for you. The most important rules are about your safety and health. I don't bend when it comes to that kind of stuff. I will enforce it whether you like it or not. Even if it requires a hot bottom to get you to do it."

Haylee nibbled on her lip and nodded.

"Obviously, following Logan's orders is a must. You've been a pretty good girl about that, which makes me very happy."

"Pretty good? I've been doing perfectly at it!"

"Oh really? And you think climbing up on the counter to clean qualifies as doing perfectly at it?"

Slumping her shoulders and poking her bottom lip out, Haylee shook her head. God, she was adorable.

"You've been doing good, baby."

She gave him a soft smile and leaned back into his chest again, hiding her face from his view.

"What about sex?"

He grinned. The image of her naked body wrapped around his made him instantly harden underneath her lap. But he wouldn't risk injuring her worse, so it would have to wait.

"We will take it slow. You still need to heal, and I want you to learn to trust me."

"Oh, well, that sucks," she said quietly.

He burst into laughter. Such a naughty Little thing.

"It does suck. But it's for your health and safety, and it's also for your overall well-being. Believe me, though, I want it too."

He adjusted her on his lap and saw her eyes widen as her bottom pressed against his erection. Her cheeks flushed, and she began nibbling on her lip again. Shit, it was so cute when she did that.

"It will be good for us to wait, baby. It will make it all the better when it finally happens. And until then, this Daddy will be taking a lot of cold showers. And don't even think about touching yourself either. That is off-limits."

She gasped and looked up at him. "Off-limits? No fair!"

"Don't worry, baby. Daddy said no sex for now, but he didn't say he wouldn't make you feel good and give you orgasms."

"Oh. I like that idea."

He chuckled and squeezed her tighter. "I thought you might."

Kane moved her off his lap. "Be right back. Stay there."

He disappeared into his office and came back with a pad of paper and a pen and sat back down by her.

"Let's write your rules down so that you have something to refer to. Sound good?"

She nodded, leaning up against him.

"First rule: safety. No texting and driving, no doing anything dangerous, no breaking the law or anything like that. That rule is nonnegotiable, and I will strictly enforce it."

He spent his time going over the rules that he wanted to set, surprised when she agreed with all of them without argument. Not that he'd set very many. They agreed to use red as her safe word and yellow anytime she needed him to slow down. When he was finished, they both signed the bottom of the page.

"Let's talk about limits. We already talked about holding off on pull-ups. Would you like to try a sippy cup or bottle? Pacifiers?"

She thought for a moment. "I think I wouldn't mind any of those."

He nodded. "Any hard limits?"

"Um… nothing that causes bruises."

"I would never ever put bruises on you, baby."

She nodded. "I don't want to be humiliated. I also don't want anything that causes blood or anything crazy like that."

No problems with that for him.

"What about restraints? Anal?"

She scrunched up her nose, and he expected her to say no way in hell, but she was full of surprises.

"I think I want to try those. I've never tried either, but I find it intriguing. But not all at once… could we do it slowly?"

"Of course, baby. I will go slow with everything. I want to build up your trust so you know I would never harm you. I will play with your bottom a little bit, but I won't penetrate you with my cock until you're fully ready."

Haylee squeaked and hid her face when he said cock.

"So, what now?" she asked hesitantly.

"So now, Daddy is going to make dinner, and baby alligator is going to watch cartoons and keep me company while I cook."

"Do you really think what you make is actually defined as cooking?" she asked with a wide grin.

Brat.