25. Haylee

You stupid bitch, you're not leaving me!

No one leaves me!

You're such an embarrassment!

Slap! Slap!

"Haylee, wake up! Wake up, baby. You're having a nightmare."

Letting out a scream, she sat straight up and began flailing her arms wildly.

"Haylee, it's Daddy. I'm here, you're safe."

She let out a whimper as she dropped her arms and began to sob. His arms tightened around her as he pulled her into his lap and rocked her, humming "Rock-a-bye baby" softly until her sobs turned into sniffles and whimpers.

"I got you, baby. You are safe."

Kane stood, lifting her with him, and carried her into his bedroom.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm bringing you to bed with me. I don't want you to be alone. I should have moved you into my room as soon as I became your Daddy. I will move all your stuff tomorrow. Do you need to go potty before I lay you down?"

She nodded and was surprised when he carried her into the bathroom, setting her down on her feet in front of the toilet. He lifted the lid and reached under her nighty, pulling her panties down in one swift motion.

"Sit, baby," he said, holding her nightgown up over her bottom.

She sat, waiting for him to leave her. Instead, he leaned against the counter across from her. She realized he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, and his sculpted chest and abs gleamed in the moonlight that poured in through the window. Her mouth went dry.

"Daddy, I can do this myself."

Even in the dim light, she could see his frown.

"I'm not leaving you alone, baby girl. You're still trembling. Would it help if I turn around?"

Oh, Lord. No, that definitely wouldn't help since he'd be facing the mirror and would still be able to see her.

"Can you turn on the water or something or make some noises?"

He chuckled softly but turned toward the sink and turned on the faucet. It only took a second before she was able to empty her bladder. As soon as she finished cleaning herself up and stood, he was right back in front of her, pulling her panties up and flushing the toilet. She hoped he didn't notice how red she was, not to mention how aroused he was making her feel.

Kane lifted her off her feet and set her on the counter next to the running sink. He pumped some foamy soap into her hands and helped her wash them clean. He dried both their hands using a hand towel and then lifted her again, carrying her to his bed.

"Be right back."

He disappeared and returned quickly, carrying Virgil with him as well as her pacifier. She reached out automatically for her stuffy, snuggling him close. He smelled like Kane, and she could never get enough of that scent.

As soon as he climbed into bed, he pulled her close. Sighing, she felt herself relax against the warmth of his body. Wiggling her hips to scoot back further, Kane let out a low groan as her bottom came into contact with his erection.

"Quit wiggling, little girl."

Grinning, she wiggled her hips some more. A sharp smack landed on her bottom, making her yelp. It wasn't hard or painful, but it caught her by surprise.

"But, Daddy…"

"No buts, little girl. You're going to kill me if you keep doing that. My control to take you is hanging on by a thread. Now behave. It's night-night time."

Well, shucks.

She let out a long, dramatic sigh.

Kane chuckled. "No pouting. Sleep."

"But maybe I want you to take me."

"Haylee Ann, I am trying to do right by you and take it slow. You are seriously testing my ability to think straight."

She giggled and wiggled her hips again. He was fun to play with. So easily riled up. He swatted her bottom again.

"Stop it. When did you become such a naughty girl? And here I thought you were a little innocent."

"I became naughty when that thing that's pressing into my butt made me horny."

Kane snorted and mumbled something under his breath before lifting his arm away from her.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'll be good. I'll go to sleep," she said, panicking.

She hadn't meant for him to push her away, and she didn't want him to stop holding her.

"Shh. Quiet, baby. I'm not going anywhere. But I'm going to make you feel good so you'll settle down and sleep. What's your safe word?"

Oh. Ohhhh. He was going to make her feel good. Yay.

"Red for stop, yellow for slow."

"Good girl."

Kane reached out, brushing his hand over her taut nipple through the thin material of her pajamas before roaming to the other nipple and then sliding down her tummy to the hem of the nighty. He pushed the material up past her breasts and settled his mouth over the aching rosebud, drawing circles around it with his tongue while his hand pinched and tugged gently on her other nipple.

Haylee groaned and instantly arched up toward him, the dampness between her legs growing rapidly. Her hands went to his head, and she ran her fingers through his hair. He nipped sharply and then licked the pain away, repeating it several times until she was panting and whimpering.

"Put your hands under your back and keep them there. It's called an honor restraint. You move your hands out from underneath you, and Daddy will have to punish you, understood?"

"Y-yes."

She could hardly concentrate on his words, but she got the gist and moved her hands down to the mattress and slid them under her lower back.

"Yes, Daddy," he said sternly.

"Yes, Daddy."

He rewarded her by moving his mouth to her other nipple, nipping and licking until she was a gooey mess and couldn't think straight.

"Pleassse, Daddy. Oh! More."

She could feel his lips turn into a smile on her skin as he planted kisses in a trail down her belly until he settled himself between her legs. He pulled her cotton panties down her legs, throwing them on the floor next to the bed.

"Baby, you smell amazing. Can't wait to taste you."

Holy shit. Those words. She had no idea the smell of her arousal would be a turn-on for a man. With Tim, who didn't like the "mess" of sex, everything had been as clean and sanitary as possible.

Don't think about that asshole while Kane is between your legs. Enjoy the moment. He's trying to make you feel good.

Kane's large hands traveled up the inside of her legs, pressing her thighs up and apart. She felt slightly self-conscious, knowing her pussy was on full display for him, but the lack of lighting helped her relax slightly. When his mouth came down on her clit, all of her worries melted away and instead became moans and cries of pleasure as he licked and sucked on her delicate nub.

Keeping her hands behind her back was more difficult than she expected—she wanted to grip onto the bedsheets and use them as leverage to grind herself against his hungry mouth. Kane inserted one of his thick fingers into her slick passage, pumping in and out while sucking on her clit. She was making noises she didn't even know existed, and with each sound that escaped her lips, it seemed to make him hungrier for her.

"Daddy! Oh, fuck! Daddyyy!"

She was so close to exploding. She'd never experienced pleasure like he was giving her, and she wasn't even sure she knew her own name as she got closer and closer to the edge.

Kane lifted his head as though he knew. "You may come whenever you're ready, baby."

His mouth returned to her clit at the same time he inserted a second finger and began pumping in and out while sucking and licking urgently on her clit. Her walls clenched around his fingers as her mind crashed along with her body, letting go of the mounting pressure that had been building inside for days. She screamed his name as she flew over the edge of her orgasm, panting heavily and writhing against him. His mouth slowed over her ultrasensitive pearl, and he pulled his fingers out of her.

"Mmm, baby, you are fucking delicious. Shit, you're like a drug," he said in a low voice.

God, how is he so sexy?

"Be right back, baby."

He disappeared and returned quickly, reaching under the blankets and cleaning her up with a warm washcloth. She should have been surprised at his sweetness, but somehow, she wasn't. Kane was different with her than he was around other people. Not that she had seen him around a lot of people, but she could tell that his rough, tough alligator-wrestler persona was how he was with everyone else except her. And she liked that thought. Man of steel to the world but soft with her.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said sleepily as he straightened her nightgown back down her.

Kane chuckled and climbed under the covers next to her, pulling her close to him.

"It's my turn to take care of you," she said, trying to wiggle from his grasp.

His arm tightened around her, and he kissed the back of her head.

"Not tonight. It's time for my Little Haylee to go night-night," he said sternly.

She pouted until he reached down and tapped on her bottom. Even she knew that was a warning to behave and do as he said. She settled back against him, feeling light and very sleepy. Kane reached back to the nightstand and brought his hand to her mouth, pressing the pacifier between her lips.

"Sleep tight, baby alligator," he whispered.