Ruled by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  When her pulse stopped racing so fast and she could think past the bliss swamping her, she opened her eyes and stared up at him. He lifted his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. She blushed as she watched him, her breath still coming in sharp pants.

  Dear Lord. What had they just done?

  He pulled his fingers out of his mouth then reached into a pocket to grab a white handkerchief.

  He wiped his fingers. Then crouching, he drew up her skirt and wiped her pussy with the handkerchief. Fuck. She had to swallow a squeal.

  “Wolfe!”

  “What?”

  “You can’t do that!” she protested. This seemed to be a reoccurring thing with him.

  “What?”

  “Pull my skirt up in public and clean me like that!”

  He tilted his head and stood up. After folding the handkerchief, he put it back in his pocket.

  “Is it pulling your skirt up in public or the cleaning you up part that you object to? Because I just had my hand up your pussy in public so . . .”

  She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “I don’t know. That was . . . I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  His eyes sparked. “Lots of firsts for you then.”

  “And for you, right?” Because he was taking all of this in his stride remarkably well.

  “Yes. For me too.” His eyes darkened. He held out his hand to her.

  “Umm, where are my panties?” she asked, looking around worriedly.

  “I have them.” He patted his pocket.

  “Can I have them?” She could likely find a bathroom to put them on.

  “Nope. Another first. Stealing a woman’s panties.”

  “Wolfe!”

  * * *

  Caleb walked into the playroom. He paused at the sight in front of him then gently closed the door.

  “What’s going on?”

  Wolfe glanced up from where he was lubing a small butt plug. Vivi was lying over the edge of the desk. She squeaked when she turned her head and saw him. Then she attempted to stand.

  “Don’t move or it’s another ten,” Wolfe warned her.

  Her bottom was a pretty pink color so it was clear she’d already been spanked. Walking over, he stood next to her, examining her butt. “What did she do?”

  “We were sitting at the kitchen island about to eat lunch when I had to take a call from Beta team. When I walked back in to find Genevieve throwing her kale salad into the garbage disposal. So I spanked her ass then brought her in here for a special time-out.”

  “I don’t want a time-out,” she groaned. “The spanking is enough.”

  “Nope. You were very naughty throwing out lunch.”

  Caleb rested his hand on her bare back. Wolfe must have ordered her to undress because she was completely naked. “That does sound very naughty. Wolfe, would you like some help with that butt plug?”

  “Butt plug? What butt plug? Nobody said anything about a butt plug,” she wailed, trying to stand up again. Caleb pressed down on her lower back.

  “You’re getting this plug up your bottom,” Wolfe told her. “Then after your time-out, you’re going to sit back at the kitchen island on your sore, plugged bottom and eat the next kale salad I make you.”

  “This is sooo mean,” she cried. “You’re both meanie poo-poo pants.”

  “Them’s fighting words,” Caleb teased and smacked his hand down on her bottom. Not harshly. She’d already been spanked. He could feel himself starting to relax. She was his stress ball. Only instead of squeezing her, he played with her, spanked her, or fucked her.

  Any of those would do.

  “Just relax, Vivi,” he told her, parting her bottom cheeks, revealing her puckered asshole. He couldn’t wait until she was fully prepped to take him there.

  She groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

  “No need to be embarrassed,” he crooned. “We need to stretch your bottom so you can take our cocks in your ass.”

  Wolfe held the tip of the anal plug to her entrance.

  “Deep breath in then let it out slowly,” Caleb told her. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re taking the plug nicely. That’s it. Almost there.” He watched the plug disappear into her bottom, his cock pressing painfully against his pants.

  Hell. That was a gorgeous sight.

  “Right, she needs to stay in time-out for ten minutes,” Wolfe told him. “Can you stay with her while I go make her another salad?”

  “Sure.” Caleb pulled up a chair and sat down, looking through the bags of things that they’d brought in with them.

  “The salad tastes like shit,” she whispered to him.

  He looked up to find her staring over her shoulder at him. “Uh-uh.” He twirled a finger in the air at her. “That’s not how time-out works. You’re not allowed to talk in time-out. You’re supposed to stand there and think about what it was that you did wrong.”

  She pouted.

  “Nope. None of that either. Now, turn back around and keep quiet,” he told her sternly.

  She sighed but turned her head back around. He started pulling out the toys. A digger. A dump truck. A toy wolf. That one wasn’t a surprise. A bucket and shovel.

  “Wolfe said you guys wouldn’t mind making me a sandpit.”

  He made another spinning sign with his finger. She huffed out a breath.

  “Just so you know, every time you turn around the clock starts again,” he told her, glancing at his watch.

  “That’s not fair!” she protested

  “Or talk,” he added.

  “Daddy!” She stomped her foot.

  “Stomping your foot just adds time. It’s fifteen minutes now.”

  She groaned but didn’t say anything more. She didn’t move either. He took the packaging off of the toys that they’d bought and set them out. Wolfe returned as he was laying out the decals.

  “Lunch is ready.”

  “She still has another three minutes,” Caleb told him. “She stomped her foot and added on extra minutes.”

  “She did that in the toy shop too. I smacked her bottom.” Wolfe sighed happily. “Good times.”

  Caleb grinned as she turned and glared at Wolfe. Good times indeed.

  “Time starts again.”

  41

  She woke to pleasure flooding through her. A tongue lapped at her clit. She knew who it was before even opening her eyes. Because this was how he woke her every morning that he slept with her.

  Seemed he enjoyed eating her out just as much as Aleki. Maybe more.

  Not that she was complaining, of course. Because it was a damn fine way to wake up. She luxuriated in the feel of him taking her higher and higher. She sighed happily, reaching down to run her fingers over his head.

  “Oh. Oh. Yes!” she cried out as he slid a finger inside her. Then another one. He thrust them in and out of her pussy before slipping them entirely free to nudge at her ass. She made herself relax. They’d been playing with her ass more and more. She often ended up wearing a plug for a few hours during the day. It was kind of weird. And kind of sexy.

  The tip of his wet finger slid in. Not too far. But it was enough to send her crashing over the edge. He slid up her body, kissing his way along her tummy then lapping at each of her nipples, biting and sucking until her pleasure started to rise again. Then he slipped out of the covers to stare down at her.

  Those obsidian eyes were intense. And his mouth was covered in her juices.

  “Good morning,” she whispered.

  “Good morning, princess,” he replied huskily. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she felt his hard cock press against her belly. She’d noticed he hadn’t kissed her on the lips yet, but she wasn’t going to push. With Wolfe, you had to take him as he was. Love him as he was.

  She smiled up at him. “My turn.” She reached down for his cock, but he shook his head and drew back.

  Confusion filled her. What was going on? He didn’t want her to touch him?

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  “I don’t want you to touch me.”

  Horror filled her. “What?”

  “I want to fuck you.”

  Okay. He wasn’t rejecting her, he wanted to fuck her. Holy. Shit.

  “Are you sure? Now? I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

  He gave her a confused look. “You have to have your teeth brushed to have sex?”

  “No. I . . . umm . . . it’s your first time.”

  “I know that.”

  “I just want it to be special.”

  His eyes lightened. “It will be. Because it’s you. I’ve been waiting for you. Only you.”

  God. He was killing her.

  “Can I tie you up?”

  “I . . . I . . . yes.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Wolfe, oh, please. Yes.”

  He climbed from the bed and walked into her wardrobe, returning with a silk scarf. Something he’d likely bought for her. He made quick work of raising her arms above her head and tying her wrists together. They weren’t secured to anything else, so she could still move her arms if she needed to.

  “That’s okay? Not sore on your arm?” he asked, staring down at her intently.

  She moved her gaze over him, taking him in. Being tied up seemed to just drive her arousal higher.

  “Fuck me. Please. I’m dying here.”

  He moved between her spread legs then leaning his weight on his hands, bent down to lap at one nipple then the next.

  She groaned. “Please don’t tease me. Please.”

  “Fuck. Fuck. Don’t know how I can last.”

  “Fuck me, Wolfe.”

  Finally, he reached down to guide his cock, pushing just the head inside her.

  “Oh, fuck. Feels so good.”

  “I know.” She thrust her hips up.

  “Shit. Stay still for a moment,” he groaned. “Damn this is harder than I thought.”

  “What is?”

  “Not blowing my load in two seconds.”

  “It doesn’t matter if you do,” she told him with a grin. “There’s plenty more time to build up your stamina.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, you don’t think I have stamina?”

  “We’ll see.”

  He leaned in, driving himself further inside her. Damn. Felt so good. He brushed his lips over her ear. “You should know better than to dare me.”

  He drove in deep and she swore she nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Fuck. Her.

  His movements were slow in the beginning. As though he was testing things out. Then he sped up. He sat up so he was sitting back on his ankles. He grabbed hold of her hips as he moved her on and off his dick. Fuck! That was a whole new angle that felt so, so good.

  “Wolfe! Wolfe! Shit!”

  He rubbed at her clit with his thumb, staring down at where he was penetrating her.

  “Fuck. Why did I take so long to do this?”

  She had no idea. She honestly thought he’d only last a few minutes his first time. But, oh no, he had to prove her wrong.

  He slid free from her pussy and she whimpered. He gave the side of her ass a light smack. “Roll over. I want to try doggy style.”

  Shit. Shit. Knowing her luck, he’d wanted to go through the whole Kama Sutra.

  Four different positions later, he’d settled back into missionary. He was pounding into her. She’d come twice. And she was panting, sweaty, her pulse racing.

  “Please. Please.”

  “I’m close. Fuck. Hell. Yes!” he yelled as he collapsed onto her, coming.

  Holy. Hell.

  Reaching up, he undid her wrists, rubbing them lightly. Then he rolled them over so they were facing each other. She placed her leg over his hip as she tried to catch her breath.

  “What was that you were saying about stamina?” he asked.

  “I take it back. You win.”

  He grinned.

  She smiled back. “I love you, Wolfie.”

  “I know.”

  * * *

  “It’s a picture of a flying monkey eating a banana?” Caleb guessed, a look of near-desperation on his face.

  Aww. She was starting to feel a bit sorry for him.

  “No, it’s not, Daddy.” She gave a soft sigh, shaking her head. “You really can’t see what it is?”

  His shoulders slumped. “I can’t.”

  “Never mind, Daddy. You can’t be great at everything.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “And when did you get so wise, jelly bean?”

  “I’ve always been wise. Pay up.” She held out her hand. He shook his head but placed a small package of black jelly beans on her hand.

  “You’re not allowed to eat them now.”

  She pouted. What ridiculousness was this?

  He tapped her nose with his finger. “You’ve had enough sugar today. Save them for tomorrow.”

  Enough sugar? Was that a thing?

  “I need to use the bathroom. Do you need to go potty?”

  She scrunched up her nose. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to hearing him use the word potty.

  “No, Daddy. I don’ts gotta go.”

  He gave her a skeptical look. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I is sure. I would know. I is a big girl. And I can go all by myself.”

  “You’re not a big girl.” He leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers. “You’re my precious baby girl.”

  “Daddyyy,” she complained but she was smiling. She loved when he said things like that. Being his baby girl was amazing. Being here with the three of them was a dream.

  No pinching. No pinching.

  “Meant what I said.” He pointed a finger at her. “No eating any of those. You’ve had enough sugar today. Wolfe is going to have a fit if you eat anymore.”

  She pouted. Surely just one or two wouldn’t hurt, right?

  She’d been spending more and more time in the playroom. It was easier when she was in here to let her Little side out. She guessed it was because this was a space just for her Little. Where she could relax. She’d been spending the afternoon with Daddy. He’d dressed her up in these cute green overalls. They had bloomer type shorts that puffed out and straps that crossed over at the back. On the front was a picture of a turtle. She wore a tight white t-shirt underneath.

  She looked super cute.

  Biting her lip, she looked over to the bathroom door. She was sure she could sneak a couple of jelly beans without Daddy seeing.

  She opened the package enthusiastically and they all flew everywhere.

  Her lower lip dropped open and then trembled. “Oh no! My jelly beans have mutinied. Daddy! My jelly beans have all gone! Daddyyyy!”

  “What happened? What is it?” He raced back into the room. “Why are you upset, jelly bean? Did you hurt yourself?”

  “My jelly beans went e-everywhere! I lost them all!” she wailed, throwing herself into his arms for comfort.

  He hugged her, rubbing his hand up and down her back. “Hush, now. We can get them all back.”

  She sniffled. “You can? You promise?”

  “Yep.” He drew her back so he could look down into her face. “But what I want to know is why you were opening the package in the first place?”

  “Oh, umm, well . . .” Drat. She’d kind of dug herself into a hole.

  “Vivi,” he said sternly.

  “Fine. I was just gonna eat two. That’s all. It’s not fair to give me jelly beans and then say I can’t eat them. That’s just torture! It’s cruel and unusual punishment!”

  He snorted. “Oh, that wasn’t punishment. That’s what you’re about to receive for disobeying Daddy.”

  “What? Nooo!” she wailed as he undid the buckles on her overalls then pulled them down and off her feet, leaving her standing there in her panties and T-shirt.

  Taking hold of her hand, he led her to her desk. “Bend over the desk, jelly bean.”

  “Daddy, no, please! It’s not fair. I didn’t even get to eat any.”


  “But the intent was still there, wasn’t it?” he said sternly as he gently but firmly had her bend over the desk. “And that’s just the same as if you had eaten them.”

  She really didn’t think it was.

  He drew her panties down over her cheeks and started spanking her poor bottom. The smacks weren’t particularly hard, but she thought the punishment was worthy of her loudest wails.

  “Are you trying to let everyone in the palace know that you’re being punished?” Caleb asked.

  Well. That shut her up.

  When her bottom was throbbing and hot, and she was sobbing, tears running down her face, he helped her stand. Grabbing some tissues, he wiped her face clean.

  “There, there. It’s all right. You just got a small spanking. Shh.”

  “T-that wasn’t a s-small spanking!” she wailed. “That hurt!”

  “I can give you a big spanking if you’d like to compare them,” he replied.

  Nope. She wouldn’t like that at all.

  To her surprise, he took hold of her hand and led her over to the corner.

  “Daddy, no!”

  “Yep, ten minutes of corner time for you, while I pick up these jelly beans.”

  “Does that mean I gets them back?” she asked hopefully.

  “Not a chance.”

  Ohhh. That was so unfair. Such a meanie.

  She sniffled as she leaned her forehead against the corner.

  “Stick out that bottom,” he commanded. He pulled her panties completely off and her face flamed at the sight she knew she had to make. “And no fidgeting. If you fidget, the clock starts all over again.”

  So she stayed very still as he moved around the room, picking up all the naughty jelly beans. Finally, he called out the words she’d been waiting for.

  “Come to Daddy, jelly bean. Time for a hug.”

  She flew into his arms. Where she belonged.

  Caleb hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head before he picked her up, carrying her over to the bed. Sitting, he positioned her on his lap so she was facing him, holding her tight against him.

  They just sat there like that for five minutes until Caleb’s cock started to harden. Vivi rubbed herself against his cock with a low murmur of desire.

  “I need you, Vivi.”