Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 19

“Now, what else have you got to say to me?” Salem asked.

He started moving his hand again, pressing his fingers deep inside her pussy.

In and out.

Her breathing grew faster. His thumb brushed her clit. Her eyelids grew heavy.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered. “You can shut them again after you ask me.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Ask me, Pet.”

“Please may I come? Oh, please don’t say no or I’m going to do something drastic.”

“I’d ask what, but somehow I think it’s best that I don’t ask.” His thumb moved faster, flicking her clit firmly. Then he moved his free hand down to replace his thumb with his finger.

It was too much. There was no way she could hold back.

“You may come, Pet.”

Oh, thank God. Because she was pretty sure that her orgasm had already started.

It washed over her in waves. One after the other. Growing in strength until she could barely breathe.

She had definitely never felt something this strong or incredible before.

Would it ever stop?

Salem placed his hand over her pussy, pressing down firmly. “Stop coming. Deep, slow breaths. That’s it. Good. Well done.”

Tamsyn was aware of her harsh breaths filling the room as she gasped for air, her body trembling. Then she found herself lifted out of the water. Salem stood with her pressed against his body. He adjusted her so her legs were wrapped around his waist.

“You’re all right, Pet,” he reassured her. “You did so well. You came so beautifully.”

“You . . . you’re getting all wet.”

“Hmm, so that makes two of us, huh?”

What?

Oh. My. God.

She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. She leaned back and slapped his chest. “Salem!”

He grinned.

Oh yeah. She liked him this way. Relaxed and playful.

“I was talking about your clothes,” she grumbled as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it over her back.

“I wasn’t. I was talking about your beautiful, wet pussy.”

“I cannot believe you are saying these things.”

A small chuckle escaped him as he stood her on the floor and then started to dry her. When she attempted to grab the towel off him, he lightly slapped her hands away.

“Let me,” he commanded.

She sighed but let him dry her. She’d never worried about being naked or what she looked like. But she wondered what he thought when he looked at her.

He crouched in front of her so his face was very close to her pussy. Now she could feel her cheeks growing red.

“Put your hands on my shoulders. I don’t want you slipping over.”

“I really think I could do that myself,” she told him.

“Well, you aren’t going to. Now, do as you were told.”

With a sigh, she placed her hands on his shoulders and he lifted her foot onto his thigh.

Holy heck.

What kind of a view was he getting? She tried to bend over so she could see, but that disrupted her balance and she started to sway.

“Eek!”

“Tamsyn!” He grasped hold of her waist. “What are you doing?”

“Um. Well. I’d rather not say.”

Because telling him that she wanted to see how much of a view he was getting of her pussy probably wasn’t her best move.

“Stand up, Little one. You’re going to topple over and hurt yourself.” He finished drying her off, then stood and took hold of her hand.

“Um. I need my clothes,” she said as he led her out into the bedroom.

“I asked Roman to get you some of ours.” Sure enough, on the bed was a T-shirt, some boxers, socks, and a sweatshirt.

The T-shirt was old and faded, the writing on it illegible.

“I don’t know why I still have this shirt,” Salem told her as he pulled it over her head. “My sister gave it to me when I was in college.”

Oh, it was so soft and it still smelled faintly of him.

He crouched with the boxers in hand. “These are Roman’s. He probably thought that mine or Alexei’s would fall off you.”

Even Roman’s boxers were too big and Salem had to roll them over a couple of times at the waist. The T-shirt basically covered the boxers so it didn’t look like she was wearing anything.

But she didn’t care.

Next was the sweatshirt. Salem held it up.

“Hmm. This is going to swamp you. But at least you’ll be warm.”

This house felt plenty warm to her, but she’d lived in some horrid conditions. However, she nodded anyway.

He slid the sweatshirt on and she sighed as Alexei surrounded her. It was like he was giving her a hug.

Salem had her sit so he could pull on some dark blue socks that ended up going up to her knees.

She felt so cozy.

And sleepy.

How could she be tired again? It was like her nap had triggered a reaction and now her body just wanted more sleep.

Or maybe it’s that you’ve never been able to relax like you can here. You can fall asleep because you know you’re safe.

“You’re so tired, aren’t you, Little one?” he crooned. “Let’s brush your teeth and then you can go to bed.”

“I don’ts gots a toothbrush,” she muttered.

Wait. Had she just said gots?

That was strange. Was she slurring her words? It must be the fatigue.

“Sorry. I meant I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“I know what you meant. It’s all right if your Little slips out. Daddy doesn’t mind. In fact, I would encourage it.”

Was that what had happened? And she hadn’t even realized it?

Wow.

“And you don’t have to worry about anything. Because Daddy has it all sorted,” he said soothingly.

He picked her up, putting her on his hip. It was a strange position to be in. Weirdly, she felt kind of shy so she followed her instinct and buried her face into his chest.

“That’s it, Little one. Just do what feels good to you.” He set her on the counter, and she let out a small protest, reaching for him.

Wait.

What was she doing?

Dear. Lord. She was acting so needy.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling back on that part of her that wanted to cling to him like a baby monkey clinging to its mama.

Salem gently tilted her face back. “There’s no need to be sorry. I like you holding onto me. But I just need to brush your teeth and your hair.”

Her hair?

Urgh, yeah. No doubt it was a wild mess.

He crouched down and drew out a toothbrush still in its packaging.

Oh. They were well prepared.

It made her wonder how many women had slept in this room.

Don’t think like that.

They’re allowed to have pasts.

And it can’t have been anyone of significance since there were no women listed in any of her information packs about them.

He would have tried to exploit that angle if he could have.

“Evette keeps all of the bathrooms stocked with the essentials in case we have visitors,” Salem told her. “You’re the first visitor I think we’ve ever had, though. Probably just as well, Alexei would likely scare away anyone who came to stay.”

She could see that.

Relief filled her to know that they didn’t have overnight visitors.

He put some toothpaste on the toothbrush, then held it up. Tamsyn reached out to grab it, but he pushed her hand away.

“I didn’t say you were going to be brushing your teeth, did I?” he told her. “Open up.”

Her eyes grew wide in surprise. “Um, I⁠—”

Before she could fully question him, he’d pushed the toothbrush into her mouth and was brushing. She opened her mouth out of habit and he continued to brush her teeth.

This was nuts.

She’d gone from doing everything herself to basically doing nothing.

Well. She guessed she should be grateful that he’d let her pee on her own.

Don’t say anything or he might try to help you next time.

“Spit.”

God.

Turning her head, she spat into the sink.

“Open again.”

“Salem, I can⁠—”

“Nope.” He placed the toothbrush back in her mouth and started brushing again.

Sheesh.

How dirty did he think her teeth were?

“Spit,” he said after pulling the toothbrush out of her mouth. She spat and he filled up a glass with some water and held it to her lips. “Rinse.”

Tamsyn gave him a disgruntled look but took a sip and rinsed her mouth out.

Then he took the glass before patting her mouth with a cloth.

“I can brush my own teeth, you know.”

“I assumed so since they’re not all rotten,” he replied calmly. “But why do it when I can and I’m happy to? In fact, I almost need to.”

He needed to clean her teeth?

Weird kink but she supposed she couldn’t argue with it. Everyone had things they liked that might not be everyone’s cup of tea.

No need to yuck on someone else’s yum.

He crouched down again and came up with a hairbrush and some ties.

“Evette really stocks the bathrooms with hair products?” she asked. She’d seen them during her snooping, but she’d been unsure what to think.

“Yep.”

He lifted her off the counter and carried her into the bedroom.

“My legs work okay.”

“I know that. Again, it isn’t about what you can do. It’s about what I need to do. Does it upset you to have me take care of you?” he asked as he set her down on the bed.

“No,” she whispered. “It doesn’t.”

Quite the opposite in fact.

“Good.” He drew back the covers. “Get into bed, Little one. I’ll sit behind you and do your hair, but you should get comfy. It could take a while.”

Wincing, she reached up to feel her hair.

Oh yeah.

It was in a bad state.

But she decided it was a waste of time to question him. This seemed to be something he enjoyed doing.

So she got under the covers and he settled in behind her to brush her hair. Reaching over, he grabbed a remote from the bedside table, turning on a kids’ cartoon about some dogs. It was set in Australia.

“Oh, I’ve seen some things about this show, but I’ve never watched it,” she said.

“I think you’ll like it.”

“I think Rome wanted to read some books with me,” she said with another yawn.

“I’ll get him to come in here after I’ve finished doing your hair,” Salem promised.

She giggled at the cartoon.

Salem worked through her hair. He tugged on a piece. “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” she told him. “Didn’t hurt.”

Another yawn.

Another tug that didn’t really hurt.

Her eyes drooped but she tried to keep them open. She really did like this cartoon and she wanted to read another chapter with Roman.

“Nearly there, Little one,” Salem murmured. “Are you sure none of it is hurting?”

“No. I have a high pain tolerance.”

“Good to know,” he said.

It was?

She shrugged that off. There was a knock on the door and Salem called out before she could.

Roman stepped in, holding their latest book. She bounced up and down, feeling a renewed sense of energy as she clapped.

“Yay! Rome’s here!”

He looked startled.

Oh shit.

Had that been too much? She needed to chill. Roman wasn’t a Daddy Dom.

Or at least he hadn’t made a decision. There was a dominant side to him. However, she’d never tell someone what they should be.

“Stay still,” Salem said firmly, lightly slapping the side of her thigh.

Would that make Roman uncomfortable? She watched him closely, but all he did was swallow heavily, his gaze intent on her thigh.

“Have you come to read to me, Rome?” she asked, trying to rein in her Little.

She wasn’t fully in Little headspace. But she was definitely feeling a bit young with how thoroughly Salem was taking care of her.

“If you want me to,” he said, sounding a bit shy.

“Uh-huh.” She nodded enthusiastically.

Another light slap to her thigh. “What did I say about staying still?” Salem grumbled. But his touch was gentle as he tilted her head forward slightly so he could braid her hair.

“Oops, sorry,” she said. “I still want to read the book.”

“She’s tired,” Salem warned. “Even though she brightened up when you came in.”

She tensed slightly. Was he jealous? Upset?

Oh God.

What about Roman and Alexei? Would they be upset with what she and Salem had just done?

She hadn’t even thought about that. Why hadn’t she thought about that? What if they were upset? Was she a bad girlfriend? But how did that sort of thing work? They wouldn’t be together all of the time so sometimes there would be some one-on-one.

In fact, she didn’t think she was up to anything more than one-on-one at the moment.

But that didn’t mean that she shouldn’t have asked them first.

Did it?

She didn’t know what she was supposed to do!

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Salem asked.

“Wrong?” she managed to say through the panic clogging her throat.

“Yes. Why did you get all tense?” Salem asked.

“I just . . . um . . . I . . .” She glanced up at Roman and then away, feeling ashamed.

“What is it, Tamsyn?” Roman sat on the bed in front of her.

“I don’t want to tell you in case you’re upset with me.”

“Upset with you? Why would I be upset with you?”

“Tamsyn?” Salem prompted when she didn’t say anything.

Suddenly, Salem lifted her into his lap so she was sitting with her back against his front.

“Darling girl, I could never be upset with you,” Roman told her.

“But you don’t know what we did,” she whispered.

“So tell us.”

She glanced up at the voice coming from the doorway. Alexei leaned against the door jam. She couldn’t decipher the look on his face. He appeared closed off and cold, though.

“Well we, uh . . .” Shoot. Why couldn’t she just spit it out?

“I made Tamsyn come in the bath,” Salem said calmly. “With my fingers. And I think she’s now worried about how the two of you might react. Which is a failing on our part, because we should have made certain that she knew that any jealousy we might feel is on us. And that the three of us will work it out together so that she doesn’t even have to worry or feel stressed.”

Um. What?

She glanced up and looked around at Alexei and Roman. Alexei appeared less cold and more thoughtful now. Which she guessed was a good thing.

Roman was blushing and glancing down at his lap.

“Shouldn’t I be a part of any of those conversations?” she asked.

“Who said they would be conversations,” Alexei replied.

If they weren’t going to talk through their emotions and feelings, then what did they plan to do?

Actually, perhaps she was better off not knowing what they planned to do.

“Um. Right,” she replied.

Roman reached over and grasped hold of her hands. Shoot, she hadn’t even realized she’d been clenching them until he forced them to relax. Then he turned them over, clucking his tongue as he examined the red marks on the palms of her hands.

“You hurt yourself.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” she countered.

“Well, it looks like it does,” he replied. “And I don’t like it so you will stop.”

Yikes.

That was definitely a stern tone. As she looked up, she saw Alexei giving Roman an interested look before his blue gaze moved back to her, piercing her.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Are you saying sorry because you hurt yourself?” Alexei asked. “Or because you let Salem make you come in the bath?”

“Um. Both.”

“You better not be apologizing for coming for me,” Salem growled at her.

Oh shit.

She was failing on all sides. She just didn’t want anyone to be upset with her.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. This was ridiculous! Why did she care so much?

But she did . . .

“I’m sorry I’m so terrible at this.”

“You are not terrible at this,” Roman told her fiercely. “Look at me. Look at me, Tamsyn.”

She opened her eyes, staring into his gray ones. The look on his face was firm. There was no hesitance.

“You are not terrible at this. This is all new. Have you ever had a relationship with three men before?”

“Uh, no.”

She’d never had a relationship with anyone before.

“Then why do you think you should immediately know what to do or say? Why do you immediately think you’re terrible at it? There are three of us. Maybe we’re the ones who are crap at it.”

Her mouth dropped open. Them? But they were amazing at everything.

“I think you’re blowing this all into something bad and it’s not. I’m glad you trusted Salem to bring you to pleasure. Did you enjoy yourself?”

She groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“What?” Roman asked.

“I can’t believe you asked me that,” she cried.

Did he really expect her to answer?

“She enjoyed it,” Salem said. “I made sure of that.”

“After you actually let me come!” She sniffed. “I didn’t think you were ever going to give me.”

There was silence.

Oh shit.

Why did she go and say that?

“You made her wait until she had your permission?” Roman asked.

“Yes,” Salem replied calmly. “Because she was naughty and that was her punishment.”

“Interesting,” Roman said.

What? How was that interesting? And why was he tapping on his phone?

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m keeping a diary about observations.”

“Observations about what?” she asked.

“You,” Roman said absentmindedly. “What you like and dislike. Punishments that work. Things that make you happy or uncomfortable. Any illnesses. Your cycle. When did you last menstruate?”

She let out a strangled groan. This was not happening.

“I already asked her that,” Salem said. “She isn’t sure when she last had a period.”

“Huh. I thought all women kept track of that sort of information,” Roman said.

“Well, clearly not,” she grumbled.

“Let me know when you next have a period and I’ll keep track for you.”

She put her hands over her hot cheeks. How did this conversation come about?

Salem leaned forward and kissed along her neck. “Don’t worry about jealousy. Like we said earlier. There will be times we’re all together or just one-on-one. You don’t have to worry about the other people feeling jealous because that’s on us. Not you. Jealousy is normal. But we don’t want those emotions affecting you. We all want this to work. We all want a relationship with you so it’s up to each of us to manage our emotions.”

Everything he said sounded so good. But she still wasn’t sure that it would be that simple.

You just have to make sure you spend time with each of them alone.

Her gaze rose to Alexei who was being surprisingly quiet. That wasn’t normal for him. Was he upset?

“Get some rest, baby,” Alexei told her with a wink. “You’re gonna need it.”

All right. Maybe he wasn’t upset.

Maybe he was just plotting the ways he was going to make her come.

Yikes.

“Also, I like seeing you in my sweatshirt; although I know you’ll look even better in nothing at all.”

She was out of her depth.

Swimming in the ocean without a flotation device.

She was not ready.

Salem kissed the side of her neck before lifting her off him and placing her in bed. He tucked the covers around her and turned off the television.

Tamsyn knew she should take off her sweatshirt, she was going to roast. But she couldn’t bring herself to move.

Plus, she liked wearing a piece of each of them.

“Roman will put you to bed, all right,” Salem murmured. “Be a good girl and go right off to sleep. Do you need anything?”

“She probably wants some water,” Alexei said. “I’ll go get her some.”

“What about a nightlight?” Salem asked. “You could leave the light on in the bathroom and just adjust the door.”

“I don’t need a nightlight,” she reassured him.

Such an idea was laughable.

If she’d ever needed one, she’d had it trained out of her to want it.

“Are you sure?” Roman asked. “You’re in a new place. When I’m somewhere new, I often wake up disoriented.”

“I’ll be all right.”

She was used to waking up in strange places. This certainly wasn’t the worst place she’d ever slept. Alexei returned with a water bottle which he placed on the bedside table.

“I’m two doors along if you need me,” Salem told her as though she didn’t know exactly where his bedroom was. “Don’t worry about waking me up.”

Alexei brushed her hair back off her face. “The braids are cute.” Then he kissed her on the lips. When he drew back, her heart was racing and she didn’t feel nearly as tired as she did before.

He smirked down at her as though he knew exactly the effect he was having on her. And, in all likelihood, he did.

The rat.

When they were both gone, Roman stared down at her.

“Um. Hi,” she said, feeling awkward.

Hi?

Was that really the best she could do?

“Hi,” he replied, sounding just as awkward. “Is it all right for me to be here or would you rather be alone?”

“I really don’t want to be alone. I don’t think I could sleep.”

It was the truth. She never slept well. But she’d gone from feeling sleepy just twenty minutes ago to being wide awake.

“All right.” He settled down next to her. “Is this all right?”

Okay, she needed to do something to make him feel more at ease.

“Rome?”

“Yeah?”

“I like you.”

He rolled onto his side and she rolled as well so she was facing him.

“Yeah?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s good because I like you too.”

“And I like being around you,” she added.

He cleared his throat. “Me also.”

“So how about this? If I want time to myself, I tell you. And if I don’t say anything, then you’ll know I want you around. Okay?”

“That sounds perfect to me, darling girl.”

She yawned. “I barely sleep usually. I’m not sure I can remember ever feeling this tired.”

“Maybe your body has decided it’s time to get some rest then.”

She guessed he was right. He lay on his back again and opened the book. Then he started to read. He had the perfect voice.

As her eyes grew heavy, her body weighted down, she started to drift.

His voice stopped and she let out a small murmur of protest. “Don’t stop.”

“Darling girl, you’re basically asleep.”

“Don’t leave. Please.”

She knew that if she was fully awake, she’d probably never have said that. But she was in that state between sleep and wakefulness and she couldn’t guard her words.

“All right. I’ll stay,” he reassured her.

Good.

“Can I hold your hand?” she asked. “Only if you want to. You don’t have to.”

“Here, darling girl.” He held out his hand and she slid her hand into his.

That felt so good.

She was glad he was staying because she didn’t want to be alone.