Bad Daddy’s Forgotten Little by Mary Potter
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jack
As soon as I saw Ryan in the room with Jessie, I immediately grew fearful for Jessie's safety and panicked. I turned to Ryan, rage rising in me, and charged. Catching him by the shirt, I threw him across the room, sending him as far away from Jessie as I could. He crashed into the dresser and turned to look at me.
"What the hell?" he asked as he looked up at me. "I didn't do anything to her. I just want to talk." I shook my head at him.
"You sure had me fooled," I snapped as I glared at him. "Everyone heard her scream." I then turned to Jessie. "Are you okay?" Ryan rolled his eyes as he got to his feet.
"Really?" he asked as he looked at me. "You're more worried about a little slut like that rather than your own brother? I see where I stand." I turned to stare at him.
"I know what you're capable of," I reminded him. "You've hurt several Littles and frightened the rest. What you did to Jessie was the last straw." He shook his head at me.
"I just want to talk to her," he told me, his voice pleading and his eyes glinting in despair. "Just let me talk to her." I stopped and turned to Jessie.
"Are you comfortable speaking with him, despite everything he's done?" I asked, and she shook her head.
"He accused me of getting with you right away, and then he dragged me into the room after I told him I wasn't comfortable talking to him alone," she admitted. "I don't want to talk to him at all." I nodded and turned back to Ryan.
"You need to leave," I told him as I stared him down. Ryan's eyes widened, and he shook his head.
"Where am I going to go?" he asked. "What about my things? What am I going to do about that?" I shook my head at him.
"Talk to Martin downstairs in the kitchen, where everyone can see you," I told him. "He'll help you discuss your options." Ryan then turned to Jessie, anger flashing in his eyes.
"This is all your fault," he hissed as he glared at her. "If you had just kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened. You're nothing more than a stupid whore!" I snapped, and, once I saw Ryan reach towards the frightened Jessie, I stepped forward and punched him square in the jaw. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, and I glared at him.
"You never use that kind of language with a Little!" I demanded as I glared at him. "Get the hell out of her room now!" Ryan shook his head as he got to his feet.
"Fuck you, Jack," he snapped as he glared at me. "Have fun with my leftovers." With that, he left the room, and I turned back towards Jessie.
"Are you okay?" I asked, and she nodded, still trembling as she smiled reassuringly at me.
"Yes, thanks to you," she said as she tugged at her waistline carefully. "I'm embarrassed to say it, but I think I need a new diaper. He scared me pretty badly when he arrived." I shook my head as I looked at her.
"In all honesty," I told her as I stared at her, "it's probably better if you stay in my room tonight. I don't know how he got in, but I don't want him hurting you again." She frowned as she looked at me.
“Are you sure?” she asked as she stared at me. I nodded reassuringly at her.
“You can have my bed,” I told her as I smiled at her. “I have plenty of space on the floor where I can sleep.” She shook her head.
“I don’t want to put you on the floor all because of everything happening,” she protested. “At least share the bed with me.” I frowned and tilted my head at her.
“Are you sure?” I asked her as I stared at her. “It’s no problem at all, really. I just don’t want to make you do anything that you’re uncomfortable with.” She shook her head.
“I’m not uncomfortable with it,” she reassured me. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to be your Little.” I smiled as my chest swelled in pride.
“I’d like that very much,” I told her. Remembering her previous words, I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I almost forgot. You should go find Auntie Gracie and see about bathing. We don’t want you getting a rash because we didn’t clean you up.” She colored in embarassment and nodded.
“Of course, Daddy,” she said as she nodded. “Do you want me to meet you in your room?” I shook my head.
“No,” I told her. “You’re not using the main bathroom. You’re using our bathroom in our room.” She smiled and nodded.
“Very well,” she said as she took off to find Auntie Gracie.
As soon as I was alone, I sat down on the bed and looked around. Martin and Ryan were going to hate me forever for kicking Ryan out, but, when we started this farm, we all had an agreement: if anyone, including the three of us, hurt a Little, they were going to get kicked out immediately. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I sighed as I rose to my feet and made my way downstairs to the living room. It was time to officially deal with Ryan.
