CHAPTER 006: WRAPPED IN DADDY'S WARMTH

It's the perfect size. The pajamas he got me, like he knew my measurements by heart. I should be creeped out about this, but I'm not. In fact, I'm actually impressed and there's this relentless fluttering in my tummy.

I head out to the living room in search of him, wanting to say thank you again, and maybe to get a bit of that sweet tension. And that's when I hear the unmistakable sound of a kitten.

I stop in my tracks and peek to see the most adorable thing ever. Jaxon feeding a white kitten wrapped in a grey sweater. His bicep flexes as he keeps his large hand steady against the kitten's little mouth. He's smiling down at her, looking all big and heroic. My heart switches places with my stomach.

“Oh my God, she's so cute,” I whisper as I carefully approach them. Jaxon turns to me immediately while the kitten meows again, like I've just interrupted a nice time. She rubs her face on Jaxon's big palm as if savoring his touch. I guess I'm not the only girl smitten by him.

“I found her near the fireplace some minutes ago, seems like she strayed in.” He says gruffly, his eyes taking me in as I stand there in my pajamas. I blush and nervously brush my hands down my thighs.

“Can we keep her?” I ask out of nowhere.

Why the hell did I just ask that? Why would I say we? Like we both own the cabin, some couple on a vacation in the snowy woods.

Jaxon sighs and stands up straight, his impressive stature once again leaving my mouth dry. He dusts his hands on his pants—it appears he was feeding the stray kitten a crushed cookie.

“We’ll have to. She seems to like it here.” He smiles at me and I don't miss the way my cheeks burn when he says We’ll have to. He and I.

I smile at him and crouch to rub the kitten's white fur. She's so pretty.

“Oh, she's cold,” I mutter, feeling sorry for the poor thing.

“Yeah, she's been out in the woods for a while. Pretty little thing.”

I know Jaxon’s referring to the kitten, but the way his eyes flicked over me feels like he's talking to me. As if! I'm very far from the word little.

“Thanks for the pajamas. It's my perfect size.”

“I know, doll.” He says in a soft voice that causes a tug in my tummy. We keep our eyes on each other, our breaths deep and slow, like we were kissing minutes ago. The tension between us is undeniable, it's only a matter of time before we act on it. Please God, let him act on it.

“Wanna hold her?” he finally breaks the flirty eye contact, but my body is already hot again and I feel so moist. Slut.

“Oh, I don't think she likes me.” I giggle as I reach to take her in my arms. She meows and her gaze is on Jaxon. “I think she likes Daddy more.”

Oops.

Did I really just say that?!

My eyes widen as I stare at Jaxon in mortification. He's smiling though, like I'd just said the cutest thing ever. Fuck, I feel like just disappearing. Why can't I think properly around this man?

“I’m going fishing in about a minute. Wanna come?” he asks, still smiling.

Fishing? I've never gone fishing before.

“S-Sure.” I stammer. Oh God, I’m hyperventilating. Breathe Belle, breathe. “But it's cold out, I don't have any—”

“I've got you, princess.” He holds his index finger up and goes into the room only to return with his clothes—a black hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants.

“You can put these on, they'll keep you warm.” He hands them to me.

Sweet Candy. He wants me to wear his clothes. I can't contain my excitement, I actually squeal as I hurriedly but carefully place the kitten down before taking them. She totters to Jaxon's feet and curls around one.

His clothes feel heavy in my hands as I clumsily put them on. I can also feel how he's watching my every move.

“How do I look?” I ask with a nervous smile when I'm done. His clothes are big on me which for the first time makes me feel small. I once accidentally ripped Scottie's shirt while putting it on. He scolded me for a week.

“Cute.” He compliments in a scratchy voice that makes me weak in the knees. I say something, but it comes out in mumbles.

“Ready?” He asks, gesturing at the door.

“Uh-huh.” I nod and then the kitten meows as if reminding us she's right here.

“Can we take her along?” I ask, my expression hopeful. I already feel maternal towards her, even though she seems to like Jaxon more.

“Sure, doll,” he nods, and then he does the sweetest, sexiest thing ever. He ties the grey sweater around his arm like a crossbody bag and carefully settles the kitten in it.

“Easy fix.” He smiles at me, ruggedly handsome and seductive.

I'm literally trying so hard not to jump on him and kiss him. And as if, once again, he's reading my thoughts, his eyes drop to my pursed lips. I exhale shakily, the intense moment resurfacing again.

“I’ll go get the fishing equipment.” He finally speaks and takes one good look at me before going.

“Keep your shit together, Belle!” I whisper to myself, pressing my hands to my tummy which keeps doing somersaults.

Is it too soon or weird to say I wanna marry my captor?

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We arrive at the pond in a few minutes, it's right behind the cabin. The sky is dark and beautiful with stars, the air is so freaking cold I'm blowing out fog. Jaxon’s in front, I haven’t seen him shiver—not even a little. It's like he's warm all the time.

I'm sure that lucky kitten is having the best time of her life strapped to his broad chest. He sets the equipment down and turns around to me. I stiffen.

“You ever fished before?” he asks with a coy smile as he hooks a piece of bait onto the line with practiced ease.

“Nope,” I admit. How strange that his glowing eyes make me feel a little warm. Like a flicker of heat.

“It's alright. I'd love to teach you, C’mere.” He tells me.

I nod like a good girl and step closer to him. Jaxon moves around me and stands just right behind, towering my frame and attacking me with his warmth.

If not for the kitten strapped to him, I'd feel his chest brushing my back.

“Alright, we'll start with the stance.” He says. I'm startled when his hands close gently over my wrists as he guides my grip on the fishing rod.

I'm tense. So very tense.

“Relax your shoulders.” His voice drops very low, like a command but entirely. “You’re tense.” He adds.

Of course I'm tense. He’s so close, I can feel his breath on my neck.

I sigh, swallow and force my shoulders down, keeping my gaze on the glowing pond.

“That’s it,” he murmurs approvingly. My pussy twitches. “Now… we cast.”

He moves my arms with his, slow and steady, like a slow dance. My heart is racing so hard, I'm not entirely focused because the man I want to ride to oblivion is right behind me and touching me! What's more, he has a kitten strapped to him. Like Superman holding a baby he saved from a war.

Needless to say, my cunt is as wet and slippery as possible.

“Yes, that's good.” he praises softly as the line flicks, flies, and lands with a soft plop in the still water.

“Good girl,” he compliments and I savor it like a child. Why do I want to say 'Thank you, daddy' so badly? I need to stop reading and writing too much smuts.

He moves away and we wait. The kitten makes a noise like she wants to see. “She’s cheering for you,” Jaxon says in a deep, low voice that makes me giggle.

“She better. I’m literally fishing for her.” I say nervously. A few minutes pass. And when something suddenly tugs at the line, I flinch.

“Oh! Oh Jaxon, I think I caught something!” I try to pull it up but I'm scared it might fall off.

“Steady,” he warns, coming to stand close behind me again. His hands bracket mine from behind, guiding, teaching, steadying my wobbling hands from excitement. “Pull gently. Don’t rush it.”

I nod and do exactly as he instructs. My breath is caught in my throat, my palms sweaty, my body twitching.

And then, there's a splash. I pull it out of the pond completely and I drop the fish in the bucket.

“I did it!” I squeal, jumping.

The kitten lets out a proud mewl like she understands I've just accomplished something. She's proud of Mama.

“You did, doll,” Jaxon says, chuckling and watching me so proudly, like I'm the most adorable thing ever—aside from our kitten.

Something inside my chest bursts open then, like a bird set free. And without thinking, as if I can't hold it back anymore, I throw my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.