34. Kane

By the time Kane had carried his baby girl into their bedroom, she was nearly asleep. He laid her on the bed and pulled the plug from her bottom. He could see the slickness of her pussy and wanted nothing more than to take her and claim every inch of her beautiful body. Since she had just been punished, he wouldn't reward her with orgasms, so his own need would have to wait. He needed to bathe her, feed her, and put her to bed for the night. They were both exhausted and needed to rest.

After drawing the bathwater, he carried her from the bed to the tub and set her in slowly. He knew that she wouldn't appreciate it as her hot bottom was lowered into the warm water. She let out a whimper of protest, but other than that, she lay back and allowed him to wash her body from head to toe. As he ran the washcloth over her skin, he noted how well her bruises were healing.

Knowing that Tim was finally behind bars and Haylee was safe, it felt like a ten-thousand-pound weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he could finally just focus on loving his Little girl and giving her the life that she deserved. She would always be the center of his universe.

"Daddy," she said softly.

He looked over at her to see her blue eyes open, staring up at him.

"Yes, baby?"

She reached out and touched his arm, making little circles with her finger against his skin.

"I love you. Thank you for being my hero."

"I love you too, baby girl. But I'm nobody's hero."

She narrowed her eyes and nodded. "You are my hero, Daddy. No matter what you say or think."

He couldn't help but smile at her statement. He would strive to be whatever she needed him to be for her, and if she thought he was her hero, who was he to argue with that?

By the time he finished bathing her, dressing her in her pajamas, and getting some food into her, it was nearly eight o'clock, and he was spent. She was asleep with her pacifier in her mouth before he even made it into the bathroom for his own shower. The hot water pounded onto his body as the smoke and dirt from the day washed down the drain.

Thankfully, the fire in Tim's room had only been a trash can fire, and the explosion that had gone off had been a cherry bomb. There was damage in the room he had been in, but the rest of the motel hadn't sustained any damage. They had searched his car and found several cans of gasoline, along with a map of Pinebrook with several locations circled, including the diner where Ally worked. They were pretty sure they were locations he'd planned to target with fires. Not that he would confirm that. As soon as they slapped the cuffs on him, he asked for his attorney and wouldn't speak to anyone.

When he got out of the shower, Kane toweled himself off and crawled into bed without even bothering to put any underwear or clothes on. Haylee instantly moved toward him, seeking his body out under the covers. He pulled her toward him and wrapped himself around her protectively as he fell asleep next to the love of his life.

Early the following day, he woke up to a hand squeezing his morning erection, and it felt like heaven.

"What are you doing, little girl?"

Haylee gave him her best innocent look. "I was looking for a flashlight, Daddy. It's still dark out."

He growled and rolled on top of her, flipping her onto her back as she squealed, pinning her wrists above her head. He ground his cock into her pajama-covered mound, causing her to moan and arch her chest up toward his.

"You know damn well you weren't looking for a flashlight, brat. You were being a naughty Little girl, looking for something to suck on. Weren't you?"

Her eyes glazed over, and she nodded. "Yes."

He smiled down at her before crushing her mouth with his, tasting every bit of her lips and the inside of her mouth as he continued to press himself against her. Her moans and whimpers vibrated against his mouth while he kissed her deeply and possessively. When he finally pulled his lips away from hers, they were both gasping for air.

"I'm going to let go of you, and when I do, you're going to be a good Little girl and strip, then get on your hands and knees on the bed and suck my cock. Understood?"

Licking her lips, she nodded rapidly. "Yes, Daddy."

Fuck, she was the most gorgeous, sexy thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

His girl.

Releasing her wrists, Kane rolled off her and lay on his back as she swiftly unzipped and removed the footed onesie pajamas he'd put on her the night before, along with her white cotton panties. She scooted down to the middle of the bed, getting on her hands and knees so she was bent over his cock, and began to place kisses along his shaft. The sight of her with her ass in the air while she leaned forward to love on his cock was nearly enough to make him come undone. Reminding himself to slow his breathing and control it, he reached out a hand to her bent leg and used his finger to trace a line from her ankle up to the curve of her ass.

Just as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, his fingers reached between her legs and found her slick folds. As soon as his finger came in contact with her clit, she jolted forward, swallowing him deeper. His finger found a rhythm over her clit while she continued to suck, her moans escaping her mouth around him.

When her sounds of pleasure became more intense, he backed off of her clit and slid two fingers into her entrance, pumping them in and out slowly at first. As he moved his fingers faster, Haylee sucked harder and deeper. She was at the edge of her own orgasm.

"You may come anytime you want, baby," he said.

As he continued to use his fingers inside of her, his thumb found her clit and applied pressure. She screamed around his cock as she flew apart, coating his hand with her orgasm. As she floated down from her high, her mouth slowed around him.

"Flip around, baby girl. Daddy wants to fuck you while he looks at your pretty ass."

While she moved into position, Kane stood and rolled a condom down his shaft. Standing at the edge of the bed, he tucked his hands in front of her thighs and pulled her toward him until he was nudging himself inside. His need for her was so urgent that he sank himself into her with one swift thrust. He pulled himself out, then slammed into her again and again.

"Daddy! Oh, God!"

Kane began to pound inside of her, fucking her as deeply as he could.

"Daddy! I need to come again. Please!"

"Come, baby. Come with Daddy," he commanded as he gripped a fistful of her hair.

Haylee screamed his name as her pussy tightened around him with her climax. Kane thrust into her again, groaning with his own orgasm.

When Kane slowly pulled himself out of her, Haylee collapsed flat onto the mattress with a satisfied moan.

He chuckled, making his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. When he returned with a washcloth to clean up his baby girl, she was in the same position he'd left her in. Gently rolling her over, he spread her legs and delicately cleaned her folds. The only sounds she made were some light moans when he brushed the cloth over her sensitive clit.

Kane crawled into the bed after throwing the cloth in the hamper, pulling his sleepy girl into his arms.

"Let's sleep for a bit longer, baby," he whispered.

A light snore told him that she agreed.

When they woke up for the day, Kane helped his baby girl into a dress and a pair of cotton panties. She insisted she wanted to wear a dress instead of pants, and he suspected it was because she didn't want anything rubbing on her still-tender bottom. He didn't say anything and let her wear the frilly dress that she picked out of the closet.

He sat her down at the dining table and started making breakfast. Not anything gourmet, but he cut up some apples and boiled some oats to make cinnamon apple oatmeal for them. Simple enough, yet nutritious. Haylee offered to help, but he told her to stay put and color in her coloring book. She pouted briefly until he gave her a look and then turned her attention back to her artwork.

When he finally sat down with two bowls, he kept both of the bowls in front of him. One bowl was a smaller, pink plastic bowl with butterflies printed on it, and his was a much larger glass bowl.

Spooning up some oatmeal for Haylee, he blew on it to help it cool and then held it up to her mouth.

"Open."

She opened her mouth and took a bite. Her face distorted, and her mouth opened, dropping the oatmeal onto the table in front of her.

"Haylee Ann!"

"Daddy! What did you put in this?"

He looked at her with confusion before trying a bite of his own, spitting it right back into his bowl.

"Shit! What the hell?"

He got up and went to the kitchen, looking at all the ingredients he'd used that still sat by the stove. He picked up the box of sugar.

Only to realize it was salt.

Haylee walked up behind him and burst out laughing. He turned toward her and burst out into a fit of his own laughter. They laughed until both of them were holding their stomachs in pain.

"Sorry, baby alligator. Daddy tried. How does cereal sound?"

"Cereal sounds great, Daddy. But we really need to talk about me helping with the cooking. Maybe we could try cooking together?"

He slowly nodded. "Okay, baby. But you aren't allowed to use the oven or anything sharp. You can tell me what I need to do when it comes to those things. Understood?"

Haylee rolled her eyes. "Daddy, I've used an oven and a knife before."

Tapping her nose, he smiled. "Yeah, but you weren't my baby girl then. And it would be in the best interest of your bottom if you don't roll your eyes at your Daddy."

"Sorry, Daddy," she said, looking innocent.

Kane dumped their oatmeal and traded it for bowls of cereal. He fed Haylee bites of hers, feeding himself in between.

"We need to talk about you being grounded and what it means for you."

She let out a groan but nodded.

"You are grounded from phone usage, unless you need to call your mom, and then you will ask me first. You and Ally will have no playdates during the time that you are both grounded. Bedtime is eight thirty, and you will have a nap each day for at least an hour. You're grounded for two weeks."

"Eight thirty, Daddy? Really?" she whined.

He lifted an eyebrow toward her. "I can make it seven thirty if you'd like to challenge me, little girl."

"No, no. Eight thirty sounds great. Perfect. I love that bedtime."

"Laying it on a little thick, huh, baby girl?" he asked, giving her his best stern look.

"No, Daddy. I would never do that."

He gave her an incredulous look. "Uh-huh."

Lifting her hands up, she shook her head and widened her eyes as though she was completely innocent.

Damn, she was so cute.

If he wasn't careful, he would be wrapped around her little finger.

"Love you, Daddy!"

Yeah, too late for that. He was already wrapped around her finger.

"You also need to work on an apology letter for Keith today. I think he and Damian are heading back to Seattle tomorrow, and they are coming to have dinner with us tonight, so it needs to be done by then. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said in a small voice.

"Good girl."