BONNIE
Bonnie was slowly starting to wake up. Where was she? Why did she feel like she was sleeping on clouds? A hand landed on her shoulder and she started to scream.
“No! Please, no,” she begged. “Don’t do anything!”
“Shhh, you’re okay,” Rogan whispered. “Everything is going to be okay. Daddy is here and is taking care of everything.”
Hearing Rogan call himself Daddy made her still. What in the world? Why was he saying that?
Bonnie slowly opened her eyes and looked over at where she heard his voice. Her eyes went wide when she saw Rogan sitting on a chair right next to the bed she was on. She let out a scream and tried to push herself away, but groaned. Everything hurt.
“You’re okay,” Rogan said. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”
How could she believe it? He’d said that when they found out she was tortured. She apparently wasn’t supposed to get hurt, but she still had. And now she was in this mess.
“Am I okay?” she whispered, fear coursing through her body.
“You’re okay. Dehydrated, exhausted, you have a concussion, and need food,” Rogan replied. “But I’m taking care of you. We’re going to get you healthy again.”
So, a lot was wrong with her. But he hadn’t said anything about her cuts and bruises which made it seem like they weren’t an issue.
“Daddy is here to help nurse you back to health,” Rogan said.
Her eyes went wide as he called himself Daddy again. Where had that come from?
“What?” she whispered, not believing it.
“Daddy is going to take care of you from now on. Help you get back to normal health and thrive in life,” he replied.
She stared at him and blinked several times. What was he saying? When did he become her Daddy?
“What?” she asked again, totally confused.
“I’ll tell you as I feed you some soup,” he said. “Angelo just brought this in a couple of minutes ago. It’s chicken noodle. Should be easy on your stomach, but will get you calories.”
She took a deep breath in and realized there actually was chicken noodle soup in the room. And it smelled absolutely amazing! Her mouth started to salivate at the thought of eating real food. When was the last time she ate? When Angelo brought her food, but even then, it hadn’t been a lot.
He’d had an emergency to go to and she wasn’t able to finish.
“Come on,” Rogan said. “Let me help you sit up so I can feed you.”
Bonnie didn’t know what to do as he helped her sit up. She didn’t have much strength to help, which meant she didn’t have enough strength to get away from him if he tried something. She was completely at his mercy right now and she didn’t know how to feel about it.
For some reason she was calm, but also scared. He’d yelled at her several times and wasn’t nice, but now he was taking care of her. Bonnie could remember bits and pieces of him taking her from the chair and placing her in the bed, staying by her side until she fell asleep.
“Open wide,” Rogan said, holding a spoonful of the fragrant soup out in front of her.
She obeyed and he fed her. Bonnie held back a moan as the flavor blasted in her mouth. It tasted absolutely amazing, and she couldn’t wait to eat more.
“I’ll continue to feed you. You aren’t strong enough to hold the bowl and feed yourself. Just open your mouth and I’ll put some in,” Rogan told her.
“Can you tell me what happened?” she softly asked. She was worried he wasn’t going to like her asking questions. What if he got mad at her?
“I felt a connection to you, and I know you feel it with me, as well. When you told me you were a Little looking for a Daddy, I knew you were for me, but I wanted to deny it,” he explained as he fed her another bite.
She still didn’t understand how he was her Daddy now. Had she agreed to that when she was out of it? Bonnie couldn’t remember.
“When I tried to move away to let Angelo look you over, you called out for me. You called me Daddy and I knew right then and there you were for me,” Rogan explained.
Bonnie gave a soft gasp and thankfully she didn’t have anything in her mouth. If she had, she would have choked.
Bonnie didn’t know what to think or do. He’d been rude to her before, barking at her and saying mean things. Now he was being gentle and sweet.
Tears formed in her eyes as everything started to get overwhelming. So many things had happened in a short period of time and her brain couldn’t fully comprehend all of it. Did she really call him that? What was she thinking? She must have been so out of it.
Clearly she hadn’t been thinking, at all.
“Don’t cry,” Rogan said. “You know I hate it when you cry.”
She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’m really trying,” she whispered. “But I’m a sensitive person and I cry a lot. Everything is overwhelming and it’s just too much.”
Rogan sighed and fed her a bite. “I want you to take a couple deep breaths for me after you swallow. Such a good girl. Daddy’s good girl.”
Bonnie felt her cheeks heating up. She hadn’t been called a good girl many times and it did things to her body.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy said. “Do you cry in front of your brother,
Ethan?”
Her whole body went stiff at the mention of her brother’s name. “I don’t want to talk about him,” she whispered. Why would he bring Ethan up right now? She wasn’t okay to talk about him.
“Tough,” Rogan said. “We’re talking about this right now.”
Bonnie glared at him before turning her head. “Yeah, I did. It annoyed him, but he understood.”
“And you couldn’t convince him not to force you into an arranged marriage?”
“If I could have, I wouldn’t have gotten into your car. I begged and begged but it fell on deaf ears. Once he wants to do something, he does it, and he wanted to give me away, so I wasn’t a burden. Not his words, but mine. I’m pretty sure he was tired of protecting me. And I should really stop running my mouth.”
There’d been no changing his mind and there was no stopping her from blabbing her mouth. Once she got started on something, sometimes she found it hard to stop. And it didn’t help that she was nervous.
Rogan still scared her. He was all growly and cold but at the same time he had shown a softer side of him. He was taking care of her right now and it was a foreign feeling to be cared for like this.
“No, please do continue,” Rogan said. “And if I hear another bad thing said about you from your mouth, it’ll go in your naughty book.”
Her eyes went wide as she looked at him. “My naughty book?! You can’t do that.”
“I can and I’m going to. You aren’t well enough to receive any punishments so I’m going to keep a tally. Should make things easy.” Bonnie glared at him as he fed her another bite.
“So your brother just wanted to have an arranged marriage for you so he didn’t have to keep you safe anymore?” Rogan asked, changing the subject.
She heard a hint of anger in his voice. Why?
“Yeah. he wanted to keep me safe, but he didn’t want to have the responsibility. It’s what I think anyway. I didn’t get to ask him,” Bonnie replied. “Kind of hard when he gives you the cold shoulder after arguing about the subject.”
“He gave you the cold shoulder?” Rogan sounded outraged. “Why the fuck would he do that?”
“I said some not nice things. Probably hurt his feelings.” Bonnie shrugged. “But that’s in the past.”
“And you came to me to what?”
“I ran away and was going to hide somewhere and then I saw you in a car. I figured if I could get into your car and onto your property, I could hide somewhere. I wasn’t planning on you having things in the trunk.” Bonnie wasn’t going to keep secrets from him. There was no point because if he found out she was lying, who knew what he would do.
“Well, you’re safe here.”
Silence fell over them as he continued to feed her. She was getting full fast.
“No more,” she whispered. “I’m full.”
Rogan nodded, and set the bowl down on the nightstand beside the bed. “I’ll be feeding you again in a couple of hours. We need to fill your stomach with food so you can get healthy again. Now, how long have you known you were a Little?”
Bonnie looked away, not wanting to answer his question. “I’m tired now. I would like to sleep.”
“You can sleep after we talk,” Rogan replied. “I know you aren’t really tired, but once we finish this conversation, you can sleep.”
She let out a sigh, and answered, because what choice did she have? “I don’t know, I guess I’ve always kind of known. I knew when I still kept a stuffie at twelve, something was different. My mom didn’t tell me it was wrong.”
“And then?”
“And then I found a book about age play and absolutely fell in love with it. I knew I was a Little at that moment. So, a long time.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” she replied. “I know. I still live with my brother, but he wanted me protected. What he does isn’t safe. He’s also the only family I have left and I didn’t want to move away from him.” “My sister lived with me until she was thirty-eight.” She nodded her head, not knowing what to say.
“And your brother didn’t care that you were a Little?” Rogan asked.
Bonnie sighed. “He cared, but he knew no one he found to marry me would be a Daddy. So, it was out the window. He told me to push it down deep within and forget about being a Little. But I couldn’t!” She started to cry. Bringing her hands up, she covered her face and tried to stop, but couldn’t. “I’m sorry! I can’t stop!”
“Do you need a hug?” Rogan asked, shocking her.
She shook her head. He didn’t seem like the type and she knew he hated crying. But a hug right now sounded amazing.
“Come here,” Rogan said. “I don’t like lying and I know you want a hug.”
She peeked from behind her fingers to see his arms wide open. Was he really going to give her a hug? “Come on. You need one.”
Tears were still streaming down her face as she pulled her hands back. Rogan got up and wrapped his arms around her. Bonnie melted in his embrace and continued to cry. She felt warm and secure in his arms. It felt like coming home.
Rogan ran one hand through her hair and held her with his other one. “Such a good girl.”
Bonnie let go of him and wiped her face. She didn’t realize how much she’d needed some type of physical contact.
“Now, I’m going to go for now, but I’ll be back with your stuffie and pacifier,” Rogan promised.
Her whole face turned red as he mentioned her private Little items. Sure, he was a Daddy but it didn’t make it any less weird or stop her from being embarrassed. Until recently, she’d only really told one person she was a Little and that was Ethan. Now two other people knew and were talking to her about it.
Weird and embarrassing.
“I’ll be back later,” Rogan said, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead.
What was happening?