Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 39

“Papa, can we play outside?” Tamsyn looked up from where she was building a huge tower of blocks.

Next, she grabbed one of her monster trucks and lined it up. Alexei was muttering to himself as he attempted to put an antique changing unit together. The playroom was a work in progress, and she was loving how it was coming together. Salem had sourced her a large sleigh bed and put the comforter she’d chosen on it and her beanbag chair was at the end of the bed, while a huge rocking chair sat next to the head of the bed.

“I have to get this put together, Malyshka,” he explained. “And it’s too cold for you outside.”

“But I need some fresh air. Maybe I could go for a run with you.”

“A run?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I do not like the idea of you outside. You should stay inside all the time. I’ll have to put a tracker on you if you’re going to start going outside,” he warned.

“No trackers, Papa.”

That would be a disaster in so many ways.

“Then you can stay inside.”

She pushed the monster truck and it smashed into the blocks, making her squeal and clap her hands.

“If I was outside with you, though, Papa. I would be safe.”

Tamsyn understood why he was so protective of her. But she had to push him a bit. Because what if she had to meet with one of his men? He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Besides, she really was going stir crazy.

“Are you trying to manipulate me into getting what you want?” he asked suspiciously.

“Who? Me, Papa? I would never.” She gave him a wide grin.

He grunted. “We will go out for twenty minutes and I will dress you.”

“Okay, Papa. Anything you say. Tamsy is a GG.”

“A GG?”

“Good girl,” she told him, jumping to her feet.

“Ahh.” He pointed at the blocks. “Clean up first.”

“But I hate cleaning.”

“Strange career choice you made,” he said.

Oops.

“NM.”

“What does that mean? And you still haven’t told me what MGB means.”

She just smiled. “Needs Must and I’m taking that to my grave.”

He grunted. “Clean the blocks up or no going out.”

“You are such a strict Papa.”

But she tidied up the blocks and waited for him impatiently by the playroom door. She wasn’t supposed to leave unless she had permission.

She glanced down at her clothes. Papa had dressed her today in some stretchy pants lined with fleece that were a soft lemon color and a white top with a white hoodie.

It was okay.

But it wasn’t as good as what she would have chosen. He’d even put her hair in two pigtails and braided them. He’d told her he used to do the kids’ hair at the orphanage.

“Are you all right, Bunny?” he asked, walking over to her.

“Yep, let’s go!” She raced out of the room and down the hallway.

“Bunny, stop!”

She froze at the top of the stairs and glanced over her shoulder at him warily.

“You know better than to run off, especially down the stairs,” he scolded.

He took her hand and led her down them.

“But, Papa, you know it’s boring to walk all the time. I just want to slide down the banister. I thought you knew how to have fun.”

He paused and for a moment she thought she was about to get thrown over the banister and have her butt spanked.

Then he picked her up and holding her by the waist, he placed her butt on the banister and helped her slide down . . . while keeping hold of her the entire time.

Still, it was fun!

“Whee!” she cried. “Again! Again!”

He set her on her feet, and moved his arm across her waist, then bending her slightly he gave her several whacks on her ass.

“Ow! Hey! What was that for?” She stared up at him with a pout.

“For trying to manipulate Papa into giving you what you want.”

Well. Sheesh.

But at least she’d still gotten what she wanted. But she kept that tidbit to herself.

Alexei stared down at the squares she’d drawn on the concrete.

“What did you say this was called?”

She glanced over at him, her cheeks slightly flushed.

“Are you feeling all right?” he demanded.

“Yes, why?”

“You’re all flushed.”

“That’s because I’m dressed up like a polar explorer,” she complained, pulling at her clothes. “I’m going to overheat.”

Hmm, he might have gone a bit overboard. Moving to her, he removed her scarf and one coat.

“Thank you. Now, this is Hopscotch. And you get a pebble and throw it in a square like this. Then you hop in the other squares or jump in them and avoid that square.”

“How do you win?” he asked.

“Um, you don’t.”

Seemed pointless. When it was his turn, the stone landed perfectly in the square that was the furthest away.

As expected, he was acing this game.

But when it came time to hop and jump, then he struggled.

“The squares are too small,” he grumbled as she giggled.

“Poor Papa. Your feet are too big.”

“They match other things.” He winked at her.

“Papa!” she complained but she was smiling.

“Let’s do another game,” she said. “Let’s see who can stand on one foot the longest.”

“All right.” Seemed easy. And it was. He could stand there all day like this.

Eventually she started to wobble. “Noooo!”

She stood on two feet.

“You lose,” he told her.

“Not fair! You cheated!” She pouted up at him and stomped her foot.

Amusement filled him. Salem would already have her over his lap. Their girl wasn’t a good loser.

“How?”

“By having those tree trunk legs!”

“You knew I had them before you suggested we play.”

“I must have been standing on uneven ground.”

“Come on, time to go inside,” he told her.

She stomped into the house and let him undress her. Then she spun around.

“Last one to the playroom is a rotten egg.”

Oh no, she didn’t!

He thundered after her, plucking her off the third step. She stiffened, then relaxed with a cry as he put her over his shoulder.

“Papa! Nooo! Put me down!”

“I don’t think so. You’re in trouble!”

“You’re so mean!” she cried as they reached the top of the stairs. He gave her ass a heavy whack.

Roman stepped out of his room, giving them a curious look. As he turned into the playroom, she must have seen the other man.

“Rome! Save me!”

What was going on?

Roman had heard all the noise and come out to investigate. He hadn’t expected to see Tamsyn dangling over Alexei’s shoulder.

Although it could be argued that that happened a lot.

Curiosity pulled at him as he followed them to the door of the playroom.

Alexei set her down in the corner.

“Corner time. Face it.”

“But, why, Papa?”

Lord, she looked adorable. Her face was flushed red and there was a tremble to her lip. Was she truly upset? Should he intervene?

But he trusted Alexei to look after her.

He’d just stay a bit longer and make sure.

Uh-huh. That’s why you’re staying.

Not because you’re curious.

His gaze was caught by something next to a chest of drawers. It was the packets of Lego he’d bought her.

She hadn’t built them yet?

For some reason, he was happy about that.

“You know you’re not to run on the stairs, Bunny,” Alexei told her, drawing his attention to them.

She had been running on the stairs.

Oh no. That was a big no-no. She should definitely be punished.

His heart rate increased as she turned to the corner and then poked her ass out.

Dear Lord.

Who knew corner time could also be kind of sexy?

Alexei drew down her pants to her knees and then her panties followed. He tucked her hoodie up her back.

So her bare bottom was on display.

It was already slightly pink.

Wow. This was wow.

He couldn’t deny being fascinated. He watched her sigh and fidget.

“Time starts again, Malyshka,” Alexei warned.

She sighed.

“And an extra minute.”

“Papa, nooo!”

“Every time you complain, shift, or move, another minute gets added.”

Alexei could be stern. But Roman could see that she needed it. He stayed and watched as Alexei worked on the changing unit. This time around, she seemed to know he meant business.

When the ten minutes were up, Alexei went and got her from out of the corner. He pulled up her pants and panties, then picked her up in his arms, whispering to her.

Now, he felt like he was intruding so he quietly walked away.

But it left him with a lot to think about.

Salem leaned back in his chair in frustration.

It seemed like nothing that he did was wielding results. And that Pinky was ahead of them at every step.

Which was starting to make him suspicious.

Their last lead on where he might be had ended up being a complete dud. Even though he’d done his best to verify all of the information.

Had the information been wrong?

Or had someone tipped him off?

Salem would hate to think that someone was feeding Pinky information. But he couldn’t help but wonder . . .

Had one of their team turned against them?

Had they told Pinky that they knew where he was going to be?

There were about ten people that he could think of who had known about their last attempt to get to Pinky. Any one of them could have betrayed him.

However, he still didn’t want to think that someone on his team was going to do that.

If they didn’t achieve results soon, then Riordan would take them off the case. Especially if he didn’t agree to talking to Alina’s men about a trap.

His supervisor seemed to be riding his ass constantly and he’d had enough.

Glancing down at where his girl was kneeling between his legs, sucking on his cock, he moved his fingers through her hair.

He would do anything for her. Even sacrifice his career.

Maybe he should take a break.

And she was the perfect distraction.

He tapped her cheek. “Come off my cock now, Pet.”

She made a noise of discontent.

“Do I need to give you a reminder about obeying me?” he asked sternly.

Tamsyn shifted so she could look up at him, then she slowly slid off his dick.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Pet, you know better than to disobey me.”

“Yes, Sir. Are you going to punish me?”

“Come up here.” He held out his hand and helped her climb onto his lap so she was facing him.

He ran his hands up her thighs. When they were playing like this, she had to be naked or just wearing a light dress. He always turned up the heating so she was nice and warm.

Despite how uncomfortable it was for him.

Today, he’d put her in a silky nightgown with lace over her breasts and along the bottom of the gown, which reached mid-thigh.

“Such a pretty girl.” He slid one cup of the nightgown to the side so her breast was exposed. “But if you disobey Sir, there are consequences.”

She wriggled. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Hmm. I’m thinking about it.”

She eyed him. “You could just forget about it . . . let me off with a warning. How about some lines? I’m good at lines.”

He had to hide a smile as he played with her nipple. He lowered the other cup so both breasts were easier for him to access.

He would normally torture her a bit with orgasm denial, but he didn’t want her to think that pleasure always came with punishment.

Salem placed her back on her feet. “Kneel, Pet.”

She slid onto her knees and watched him as he drew some things out of a drawer.

He did up his pants before sliding his chair back and patted his lap. “Up you come, Pet. Lie over my lap. We’re going to get your ass ready for your plug.”

A whimper escaped her and she hesitated for a moment.

He expected that. He waited.

Finally, she stood and lay herself over his lap. He moved her into a comfortable position, then slid her nightgown up over her ass.

“You have the most perfect ass, Pet,” he told her. “And it looks so pretty when it’s pink.”

He smacked his hand down on her right cheek and she let out a squeal. “Sir!”

“Yes?” he asked.

“I thought my punishment was the anal plug?”

“No, Pet. It’s not. Your punishment is a spanking and then the anal plug is just part of your training. I want to stretch you so you can take my cock here. Unless your limits have changed?”

She hadn’t put anal sex or play as a limit. But he was aware that she also didn’t have any experience with anal sex.

In fact, for someone who said she’d been to a BDSM club several times, she had little experience at anything.

It made him curious.

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl for being honest. I know you might be scared about what this will be like. Remember, you can always use your safeword if you need to. And there will never be any consequences.”

He felt her relax over his lap.

“But our play shouldn’t hurt you. Not if we prepare you right. Have you ever seen any anal play at the clubs you were at?”

“Um, yes, a bit.”

“Did it turn you on? Make your pussy go wet?”

Her breathing grew faster. He guessed that was a yes. But she didn’t reply.

So he gave her several sharp, hard smacks to the ass.

“Ouch!” she cried. “What was that for? Sir?”

Oh, she was lucky that she added that Sir on the end or she’d have been in even bigger trouble than she was in.

“What should you do if I ask you a question, Pet?”

“Answer,” she said.

“Well?”

“Oh. Um . . .”

Smack! Smack!

“Yes, Sir!” she cried. “It turned me on!”

“That’s better.” He rubbed the sting into her ass before he began spanking her again.

Ten spanks later, he stopped to rub her bottom again.

“Why are you being punished, Pet?” he asked.

She took several deep breaths, relaxing over his lap. “Because I didn’t answer you, Sir. Or obey you before.”

“That’s right. You know that when you’re Pet and I’m Sir that you are supposed to do as you are told.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“I know you like sucking on my cock, but there are times when you won’t be able or allowed to do that.”

“That just doesn’t seem fair, Sir,” she grumbled.

“No? You think that my dick should be at your beck and call?” he asked, amusement filling him.

“Well, yeah. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.”

His poor girl.

She still seemed to think she had some control.

“I’m afraid that it doesn’t work that way, Pet,” he told her. “You only get my cock when I say you can have it.”

“That’s really sad,” she grumbled, making him want to smile again.

This was definitely what he’d needed.

A distraction.

But she was more than that.

She was fast becoming his entire life.

“Poor Pet,” he mock-sympathized before he started spanking her again.

This time he kept going until she was completely slumped over his lap, her breath coming in sharp pants.

Was she going to cry?

He had yet to see her cry and he had to admit that worried him. Why wouldn’t she cry?

Childhood trauma?

Something that had happened in her adult life? She spoke very little about either, only giving the barest of information.

“How are you doing, Pet?” he asked as he ran his finger up and down the seam of her ass.

“Well, I have a sore butt, Sir.”

“I guess you would. It’s nice and red. But that’s what you get when you disobey Sir. I expect you to remember this in future.”

Somehow, he didn’t think that would happen.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He parted her ass cheeks so he could stare down at her back hole. “Such a gorgeous bottom.”

He placed a finger on her hole, watching it contract. “Just relax, Pet.”

“I don’t know how to do that when you have a finger in my bottom.”

“Hmm, it’s not in your bottom just yet.”

A small whimper escaped her as he pushed his finger against her back hole.

“Hurting, Pet?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl. I just want you to listen to me. Do you need some help relaxing and obeying?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, but he knew that she was thinking his question through.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Good girl for telling me what you need.” He reached back into his drawer and drew out an eye mask and some lube. He’d started to stash eye masks all over the place so he could be ready if she ever needed him to take over for her.

Perhaps he should start stashing lube around the place as well.

Not a bad idea.

He settled the eye mask over her eyes and immediately felt her relax. He rubbed her back for a moment. “Good girl. Just relax and listen to Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When she felt truly relaxed, and all of the tension had disappeared from her muscles, he picked up the lube and squirted some on a couple of fingers. Then he parted her bottom cheeks again and ran the lube over her hole.

“Oh!” she cried.

“Cold, Pet?” he queried.

“Yes, Sir.”

He should have warmed it up a bit more for her.

“Sorry about that, Pet. Next time I’ll warm it up for you.”

“Next time? There’s going to be a next time, Sir?”

“Of course there is, Pet. We need to get you nice and stretched for my cock.” He pushed his finger against her back hole. “Take a deep breath in for me. That’s it. Now, let it out slowly.”

He pushed his finger into her asshole as she let out a breath.

“Ohhh,” she said.

“How does that feel, Pet? And I want you to be sure that you’re honest.”

“It feels . . . strange. Weird. But also amazing.”

“Good girl,” he told her as he started to draw his finger out before sliding it back in.

Her asshole was so hot and tight.

Fuck.

His cock had already been hard, but now it was throbbing. His balls were aching.

At this rate, he was going to come before he ever got near her.

He added another finger to her bottom, stretching her further. He let her adjust to the change before moving his fingers in and out of her.

“Sir,” she moaned.

“How are you doing, Pet?”

“So good, Sir.”

He’d wondered if she would enjoy ass play. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew his fingers.

She let out a small whimper of protest.

“Shh, Pet. I’m just going to get your plug ready,” he told her, giving her ass a sharp slap as she wriggled around on his lap. “Stay still or I’m going to make you wait longer.”

She froze. “Sorry, Sir.”

He put some lube on the plug. It was the smallest of a set he had for her. Each one had a word engraved on the flat end of the plug.

This one said ‘Pet.’

“Again, deep breath in,” he told her, placing the tip against her bottom hole. “Now out.” Then he slowly pushed it into her ass. “Just stay nice and relaxed. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Such a good girl to take your plug so well.”

As he pushed the plug inside her, he rubbed her lower back. When it was settled inside her, he took a moment just to study how pretty that plug looked peeking out of her ass cheeks.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Strange. But not sore. Just odd.”

“Good girl. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He lifted her onto her feet and then stood. “Come with me. I want to wash my hands and show you something.”

He slid the eye mask down so it was resting around her neck. And then he led her into the bathroom. After washing his hands, he turned to her. Grasping the end of the nightgown, he lifted it up over her head.

“I have something to show you.”

Salem picked her up with her chest against his and her legs wrapped around his waist. “Turn your head and look into the mirror.”

She turned her head and let out a small gasp. “Does it . . . does it have something written on the end?”

“Yes, it says ‘Pet.’”

“Oh. I should have known.”

“Your other plugs have different words on them.”

“Other plugs?” she asked. “There are more?”

“Yes, Pet. This is the smallest one.”

“The others are bigger?”

He had to grin at the horror in her voice, he couldn’t help it.

“How else am I going to stretch you to take my cock?

“I thought with this plug,” she said.

“Baby, this tiny thing isn’t close to my size.” He walked with her in his arms back into the office.

Sitting down, he removed his cock from his pants and ran his hand up and down the hard shaft as she sat on his thighs, her legs spread open.

She licked her lips.

“Like what you see, Pet?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” With his free hand, he reached out to cup her mound. She let out a small moan.

She felt so warm and he swore he could feel wetness against his palm. He flicked his thumb over her clit as he slowly pushed two fingers inside her.

“Someone is nice and wet.”

This time her moan was louder and she moved her hips, trying to thrust against his fingers.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please more.”

“I’m going to give you my cock, Pet. But only if you can stay very still until I command you. Do you think you can do that?”

It was a test of her obedience. A part of her punishment. Although she would get to come if she was a good girl and did what he said.

And she knew that. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this so she knew what to expect.

“Good girl. Come here. That’s it.” He lifted her over his dick and she slid down easily.

Oh yeah.

Someone had gotten very turned on when he was playing with her ass.

She slumped against his chest with a moan.

“Need your eye mask?”

“Yes, please.”

He liked that she’d come to see her eye mask as a source of comfort and a way to relax rather than having something taken away from her or restricted.

He lifted it up over her eyes and she cuddled into his chest, immediately relaxing.

Rubbing his hand up and down her back, he willed himself to calm down a bit. His dick was just a bit too excited about getting inside her.

His phone rang and he reached over to grab it, frowning when he saw who it was.

Tamsyn didn’t even stir. She was going solidly into subspace. He wondered if she’d enjoy this while in Little headspace. Warming Daddy’s cock?

Something to think about.

He answered the call as he pressed two fingers into her mouth. She immediately started sucking on them.

He had two reasons for having her suck on his fingers. To keep her from talking and to give her comfort.

“Mum, how are you?” he said, answering the call.

“Hello, dear. I’m sorry to call while you’re working.”

“It’s all right. I was taking a break.”

“I actually thought I would get your voicemail,” she said. “Like the other times I’ve called lately.”

Salem winced.

Shit. He was a shit son. There was no other way to put it. Why didn’t he pick up the phone more often and call his mum? And the other day when she’d come over to cook dinner for them, he hadn’t actually said thank you.

No, because you were too worried about Tamsyn.

But his mum hadn’t known who Tamsyn was to him. So it wasn’t like he was going to blame her for that.

“I’m so sorry, Mum. I’ve been busy lately.”

“Yes, I understand. Young love, I guess.”

Young love?

For one, he wasn’t that young.

And two, love?

He wasn’t sure that he would go that far . . .

Wouldn’t you?

Can you imagine your life without her?

No.

Absolutely not.

The idea of Tamsyn not being in his life sent him into a spiral of panic.

So maybe his mum was right to use the word love.

“I guess that might be part of it.”

“Well, I’m just calling to make sure that you’ll be at Sunday night dinner. You’ve missed the last couple. I understand why, but I think it would be nice for Tamsyn to meet the rest of the family. And I can apologize to her again.” His mum had been gone when they’d gotten back the other night, but she’d rung Tamsyn to talk to her.

He groaned.

“Don’t make that sound,” she scolded. “Your dad and brothers just want you to be happy.”

“My brothers don’t care about much except food and football.”

“That’s not true.”

“All right, I’ll talk to Tamsyn about coming this Sunday. With Alexei and Roman.” Because no way they weren’t being dragged along to join in the fun.

“Of course. They are always welcome. I will see you Sunday.”

As he ended the call, he realized how tense Tamsyn had grown.

Shit. All of his good work had just been unraveled.

“Pet, why are you all tense?”

“Because you were talking to your mum. And you said something about going there this Sunday.”

He placed his hand on the back of her neck. “Do you need to worry about anything when I’m in charge?”

“Not unless you tell me to.”

“Good girl.”

She tried to get free of his hold and he let her go, not wanting her to hurt herself. She reached for her eye mask, then seemed to catch herself.

Just as well because taking off her eye mask was only allowed with his permission or in an emergency.

“So why are you worrying?”

“Because it’s your mum! And she . . . I . . . she might not like me still.”

“She didn’t realize you were my girlfriend, baby. She is going to love you once she gets to know you.” He lifted away the eye mask and cupped her chin. “There is nothing to worry about. It’s just dinner with my family.”

“Just dinner with your family?” she cried.