Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 27

Tamsyn was a bit sad to take off her cute clothes. But Salem had insisted that she had to dress warm. Salem had dressed her in a mix of their clothes. One of Alexei’s coats went over the top and when she’d glanced into the mirror, she’d burst into laughter.

She looked like an abominable snowman.

But now that she was outside, sitting on a blanket on the ground, she was glad that Salem had gone so overboard with her clothes.

It really was freezing out here.

“My weather app says that it’s only six degrees,” Roman said, studying his phone. “I think that Tamsyn needs a blanket around her as well. And is that hat wool?”

“The hat is wool,” Salem said. “But I agree about the blanket.”

“I’m really fine. I’m warm.”

“I’ll go and get the blanket,” Roman said, jumping up.

She sighed and frowned at Salem. “Daddy, I don’t need a blanket.”

It was surprisingly easy to call him Daddy now. It just seemed to slip out.

“We don’t want you to get sick. I’ve forgotten the bread sticks. I’ll be back.” Salem disappeared, leaving her with Alexei.

“Those two have forgotten what the best source of heat is,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“Skin-to-skin.” Reaching out, he lifted her onto his lap. She squealed and very nearly elbowed him in the face, but she clawed back her instincts.

“Alexei!”

“Call me Papa,” he ordered. “You’re at ease calling Salem Daddy. And I’m Papa.”

She glanced up into his face. Roman had turned the outside lights on so she could sort of make out the expression on his face. And he appeared serious.

“All right, Papa.”

“Good.”

“There’s just a problem with your theory about skin-to-skin.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“I don’t think you can get to any of my skin. I think it might take a month of unravelling to find my skin.”

He chuckled. “You might be right. But there is some skin free.” Turning her to face him, with her legs bent and straddling his hips, he rubbed his cheek against hers.

“That was nice, Papa,” she told him. “Do the other side, though.”

He rubbed her other cheek with his. Then he rubbed their noses together. Back and forth lightly.

“An Eskimo kiss,” he murmured.

Oh.

Then he fluttered his eyelashes against her cheek. “Butterfly kiss.”

That was so sweet.

He touched his lips ever so lightly against her eyes. She closed them as he got near and he kissed one, then the other.

“Angel kiss.”

Oh, she’d never even heard of that one. But she liked it a lot.

“Again.”

“What do you say? You have to use your manners.”

Opening her eyes, she gave him a disgruntled look. “You don’t use your manners.”

“I’m the Papa, I don’t have to.”

“Papa!” she cried. “TNT.”

“TNT? Like the dynamite?” he asked.

“TNT. That’s Not True.”

“Really? I thought I got to make the rules.”

“Papa.”

“Bunny. Say please.”

“Please, Papa, will you give me another angel kiss?”

“Good girl.” He leaned in and she closed her eyes again as he gave her an angel kiss.

Her insides melted and any tension in her body started to disappear.

“Such a beautiful girl. My girl.”

She squirmed on his lap until his lips met hers.

Ahh, she hadn’t even realized that was what she’d been waiting for. His lips were soft against hers to begin with, then he placed a hand on the back of her head, holding her still as his tongue slid between her lips to play with hers.

He deepened the kiss and she was totally here for it. A throat cleared and she stiffened, but he took his time finishing the kiss. A blanket settled around her back, and it was almost too much warmth given how she was pressed to Alexei’s chest.

He was warm enough to melt an iceberg.

He drew back and kissed her forehead before turning her around on his lap.

Both Salem and Roman were back. Roman was frowning as he checked something on his phone while Salem laid out the picnic.

“Everything okay, Rome?” she asked worriedly.

“I’m just trying to work out if we are meeting your nutritional needs. Not that there is anything wrong with the way you look,” he said hastily, no doubt remembering their earlier conversation about this. “You’re just a bit pale.”

“Am I?” she asked Alexei.

“Um, are you gonna get mad at me if I agree? Because you are rather close to my family jewels and I like my spaghetti and meatballs right where they are.”

“Bloody hell,” Salem said. “Is it possible to have one meal where you don’t talk about a body part?”

“Probably not,” Alexei replied.

“I really don’t think you need to worry that much about what I eat,” she said. “Rome?”

He looked up, blinking. “But I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I never get sick. I’m fine. Can we just eat?” She didn’t want him to get focused on her diet.

He frowned. “Well, all right.”

Salem shifted closer and held some breadstick to her mouth. She blushed and tried to reach for it but then realized that she had gloves on. But when she tried to take them off, Roman reached over and grabbed her hands.

“Don’t take those off,” Roman bossed. “You’ll get cold hands.”

“Salem isn’t wearing gloves,” she protested.

“That’s Daddy to you, Bunny,” Alexei told her, his breath warm against her ear.

Whoa.

Why was that sexy? Seemed her ear was rather sensitive. Before she could get him to do it again, Roman reached over and tugged her hat more firmly over her ear.

Bummer.

“Daddy isn’t wearing any gloves,” she said.

“Daddy isn’t you,” Alexei told her. “He can choose whether he wears gloves or not.”

“And I can’t?”

“That’s right,” Alexei replied. “You can’t.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair.”

“Eat,” Salem said firmly. “You must be hungry, you haven’t eaten since lunch.”

Hmm. Probably not a good idea to tell him how she could go days without eating. A few hours was hardly even noticeable.

She leaned forward and took a bite of the breadstick.

Yum.

The others started to eat. Apparently, they were all allowed to be out here without gloves.

Alexei leaned around her and grasped a bowl of soup that Salem poured out. He handed it to Roman. “You’ll have to feed her.”

“Me?” Roman appeared startled.

“I can’t feed her while she’s on my lap and Salem is eating.”

Salem nodded, taking another spoonful into his mouth.

“Uh, sure. I can do that.” Roman took the bowl of soup from Alexei.

She leaned forward and probably would have fallen if Alexei hadn’t wrapped a thick arm around her.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she told Roman.

“I can do this,” he said in a determined voice.

She had no doubt of that. She shifted around on Alexei’s lap. Salem glanced over at her as Roman stirred the soup intently. As though it was his job. As though he was going to be graded badly if he didn’t stir it properly.

“Do you need to go potty, Malyshka?” Alexei asked casually.

As though it was a question he asked people all the time.

Hmm. She paused to think about that. Did she need to go?

A bit.

But she could hold on.

“Nope, I’m good, Papa.”

“You’re certain?” Salem asked. “Because you’re moving around like you do.”

“I must have ants in my pants.”

Alexei snorted. “Or is it that someone’s bottom is sore from getting a spanking today?”

She gasped. Loud and dramatic. Because why gasp unless it was going to be loud and dramatic?

Roman spooned up some soup and took a sip. Huh, maybe he’d decided to feed himself the soup instead. Made sense.

“You told them about the spanking, Daddy?”

“I did,” Salem replied calmly.

“But that was private information.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Salem replied.

“Yes, it was! I think you broke Daddy-Little girl confidentiality.”

“Did I?” Salem asked.

“Uh-huh.” She nodded her head.

“Little one, there’s no such thing,” Salem told her.

“There is too!”

“Right, the soup is cool enough now. I didn’t want it to burn you,” Roman explained when she turned to look at him.

“Roman, there’s Daddy-Little girl confidentiality, right?”

“Uh, in what context?” he asked.

“Daddy told you all about my spanking and I think that should have been confidential between the two of us. He broke our confidentiality agreement and therefore, must be punished.”

Wow.

She should have been a lawyer. She was so smart.

“Ahh, I see. Well, if he’d told someone out of the family, then yes, I believe you would have a case. However, there are four of us in this relationship so we will need to share information with each other regarding your care.”

“But that wasn’t about my care,” she protested.

Roman just eyed her sternly. “Wasn’t it? What about if you winced while sitting down, do you not think that Alexei would be worried unless he knew that Salem had spanked you? And we need to know about sub-drop. I was reading about it while Salem got you ready for the picnic. If not handled properly, it can be very distressing for the person experiencing it.”

“Oh, fine. I guess Daddy doesn’t get a spanking. Tonight,” she tacked on as she took some of the soup.

“Daddy won’t ever get a spanking,” Salem countered.

“We’ll see,” she said before Roman fed her another spoonful of soup.

It was a bit cold, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him that.

A few spoonfuls later, she shook her head. “I’ve had enough.”

“I don’t think that was enough food,” Roman countered, frowning down at the bowl.

“How about two more spoonfuls and then you get some dessert?” Salem countered.

“Dessert? What dessert?”

“Two more spoonfuls and you can find out,” Salem told her.

“Daddy, you’re so mean sometimes. Isn’t he, Atlas?” She brought Atlas up to her ear so she could listen to him. “Atlas agrees with me.”

“He did? Let me have a listen,” Alexei said, taking him from her. “Oh no, he told me that Little girls have to eat all of their dinner or they don’t get dessert.”

All of it?

Atlas was such a traitor!

“I’ll eat the two spoonfuls,” she said hastily.

“Thought that might be the best choice,” Alexei told her.

She ate the soup and then wriggled around a bit, trying to get comfortable.

“Would you like to sit on your own?” Roman asked her. “You seem uncomfortable sitting there.”

“Hmm, I don’t think she’s uncomfortable. I think someone lied to us about needing to pee,” Alexei said.

“No, I didn’t. I mean . . . I didn’t really need to pee before. Now might be a different story.”

Alexei stood and she let out a cry.

Do not smack him in the nose.

These guys had to stop catching her by surprise. It was going to end in disaster one day. Didn’t matter how much she found herself trusting them . . . it was instinct.

Alexei shifted her onto his hip as he strode toward the house.

“Where are we going? We’re not going inside, are we?” she cried. “I don’t want the picnic to be over!”

“Bunny, you need to pee. I’m taking you to the bathroom. The picnic isn’t over.”

“Oh, whew. But you don’t have to carry me. I could have gotten myself there.”

“Of course I had to carry you, you’re my bunny.”

Huh?

Well, she guessed it made sense to him.

They entered the house and he carried her to the downstairs powder room.

She had no idea why it was called a powder room, but that’s what Roman had called it when he’d first taken her on a tour.

Alexei set her down by the toilet and then he crouched in front of her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get enough of these clothes off that you can pee,” he told her. “Damn, how many layers did he put on you?”

“Sooo many. I don’t think you’re going to get them off in time.” She started to dance around.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble,” he told her as he drew another layer off.

“Me? Why? What did I do? I’m just a sweet innocent bunny,” she told him.

Alexei snorted. “Right. Very sweet and innocent. Which is why you earned yourself two spankings in one day.”

“I did not! That’s not nice, Papa.”

“You did. I asked you if you needed to go potty before and you said that you didn’t.”

“Well, I didn’t. Not really. It wasn’t totally a lie.”

He finally managed to get to her panties and drew those down too.

“Would have been a lot easier if he’d put a diaper on you.”

“Papa! I’m not a baby.”

“Well, you’re my baby. A half-lie is still a lie, Bunny. But even if you didn’t need to go then, you should have told me just before that you really needed to go.”

“Well, I’m telling you that I really need to go now. Does that count?”

“Sit back on the toilet then. You’re free to go.”

She sat and pressed her legs together as she stared up at him. “Um, are you staying, Papa?”

“Is that a problem?”

She thought about it for a moment. But, hey, if he wanted to stay she didn’t really care. Tamsyn didn’t really have any hang ups about her body and what it did.

Nope. She had issues with everything else about her life, but not that.

So she peed while he stood there, and then he helped her wash her hands before putting her gloves back on.

“Hmm. Now what should we do as punishment?” he said.

“Maybe we should just write this off as a learning experience.”

“I don’t think so. I mean, I could say that you don’t get dessert as punishment.”

“Papa! Are you trying to be a big meanie?”

“A big meanie?”

“Yes. Only a big meanie would use dessert as a weapon. Dessert isn’t a weapon to be used against someone else, Papa.”

“Hmm. Well, it can’t be corner time or lines, those would take too long. So I guess it’s going to be a spanking. Turn around and bend over, place your hands on the lid of the toilet.”

“I would like to lodge a formal protest.”

“Noted. Denied.”

“Who made you judge and jury?” she grumbled.

“Me. When you called me Papa. Would you like to go back to no dessert?”

“Nope. I’m moving. I’m moving.” She turned around and bent over.

Before she could say anything more, his hand landed on her ass. It was almost over before she realized it had begun. Her bottom was warm, but it wasn’t really hurting.

He rubbed her bottom, pressing against her back as she tried to stand.

“Are you feeling all right, Bunny? Not feeling sad or negative?”

“No, I’m all right.” And she was. But this had been a far quicker punishment than what she’d experienced with Salem.

“Good. Let’s help you stand up.”

She stood and turned. He cupped her face, studying her.

“I’m all right.”

“Just making sure,” he said. “You’re never to lie about that, understand? If you feel yourself drop after a punishment, a scene, hell, at any time, I want you to tell me. Understand? Or Salem or Roman.”

“I will, Daddy made that clear.”

“Good.” He leaned in and gave her an angel kiss.

She sighed happily, smiling. Then he drew her clothes back on and picked her up on his hip once more.

“Time for dessert, Bunny.”

“Yay!”