Claimed by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  “When I say eyes on me, I expect you to do so immediately, understand?”

  Oh, Batman, save her. That stern tone just did things to her. It was wrong to be aroused right now. She just hoped he didn’t realize or she was going to be in trouble.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy K.”

  “Daddy K?”

  “Well, there’s lots of you, huh?”

  “Yes, but you called me Daddy first,” he said smugly

  “You could be maybe big boss Daddy. King Daddy. No, that would be weird.”

  “Yes, that would be weird.” He gave her a warning look. But she didn’t heed the warning. She was having too much fun.

  “What about big kahuna Daddy? The BKD. Hmm, or BBD for big boss Daddy. Or NOD. That’s it, you’re the NOD.”

  “I’m the NOD?” he asked cautiously.

  “Number one Daddy. Don’t you like that?”

  He shook his head. “You’re going to be trouble in Little space, aren’t you?”

  “Of course not, Daddy,” she replied innocently. “I’m trouble all the time.”

  “I can see that now. Maybe I liked it better when you showed me deference as my employee.”

  “But did I really, Daddy?” She grinned at him. “Or was I just pretending? I’m good at pretending.”

  “I’m sure you are. But there will be no pretending with Daddy, understand? With any of us.”

  “But what if I want to pretend to be a butterfly? Or a bear? Or a tree?” she asked.

  “A tree?”

  “It could happen, Daddy. It could happen,” she replied seriously. Sheesh, he was fun to mess with. Poor Daddy, he was so confused. Maybe she should help a fella out.

  “Pretend play is fun, Daddy.”

  “Pretend play is fine. Acting like everything is fine when it isn’t, is not. Lying is not. Keeping something from us is not. From now on, if someone is being mean to you or hurting you or making you feel bad, you’re to come tell me.”

  “What if you’re not here?”

  “Then you tell Tavi or Aric.”

  “Not Matek?” she asked curiously.

  “No, not Matek. When it comes to someone hurting you, he doesn’t have much tolerance,” he explained. “He’d likely kill them.”

  She was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to hear that last part. She tapped her coloring book with a green marker since she couldn’t find a blue one. Stupid blue pens.

  “Okay, so only tell Matek if I want the person to die. Got it.”

  “Tamiya,” he warned.

  She had to bite back a grin. “Yes, NOD?”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  She pouted. “I thought you’d like to be number one Daddy. Okay, if you’d rather be number two then I guess you’d be NTD.”

  He sighed. “How about you call me Daddy K? At least when the others are around so it’s not confusing.”

  “Aww, good idea, Daddy K.”

  “Somehow, I think I’ve been played.” He rubbed at his temples.

  She patted his leg soothingly. “Don’t think about it too hard, Daddy. It will give you indigestion.”

  “It might be too late.” He grimaced and she giggled.

  “Now, I actually had something important to talk to you about.”

  “What I’m going to call you isn’t important, Daddy?”

  “No, of course it is. Now stop interrupting, brat, before I go find a gag.”

  “Daddy, that’s not very nice!”

  He grunted, sounding very much like Matek and she had to stifle another giggle. It was fun to rile him up. She figured he needed more of that. Life could be so stuffy and boring for him. He needed her to bring the fun.

  Yeah, she was totally the bringer of fun.

  “I should get that on a T-shirt,” she muttered.

  “Get what?”

  “Nothing, Daddy. What was the important stuff you had to talk about, cause I’ve got to get back to work.”

  “Work?”

  She sighed. “The pictures don’t color themselves in.”

  Obviously. Silly Daddy.

  He peered down at her picture with a frown. “Is coloring giving you a headache?”

  Lots of stuff gave her a headache at the moment. But coloring wasn’t any worse than anything else.

  “Nah, I’m good, Daddy. Why?”

  “Oh, I just thought that concentrating on coloring in the lines might be hurting your head and that’s why . . .”

  He gestured at the picture.

  “Oh, I never color between the lines, Daddy.”

  “You don’t?”

  “Anyone can do that,” she explained. “Why do what other people do when I can be different? I don’t create pictures, I create masterpieces.”

  “I can see that,” he replied.

  “Besides, I don’t have much patience for doing it neatly.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Well, Daddy, good talk. But you really should get back to work.”

  “Ah, yes, I should.” He stood then froze. “Wait, we haven’t had our conversation yet.”

  “Gosh, Daddy, you really are procrastinating. Don’t you want to get your work done? Do you need help?”

  “No, I don’t need help. I need you to stop distracting me.” He sat facing her again. “Look at me.”

  This time she raised her gaze immediately. She didn’t actually want anything to get written down in the naughty notebook.

  “Yes, Daddy?”

  “You are very special to me, to all of us. You’re the most important person in the world to me.”

  “I am?” The words were sweet, but she wasn’t entirely sure she felt comfortable believing in them. Not yet.

  “You are. Which is why you’re going to agree to tell us if there is someone who is upsetting you, like Adele. You shouldn’t have kept that from me.”

  “But, Daddy, I didn’t know I was special to you then.”

  “You still should have told me. As my assistant, it was my responsibility to see to your care and safety.”

  “Daddy, that’s not the way it works.”

  “Don’t argue with your Daddy.”

  “So I’m just to agree with you all the time? Do whatever you say?” she asked.

  “Now, you’re getting it.”

  She huffed out a breath. “That’s silly.”

  “It’s silly that I want to protect you?”

  “No, that’s not what I meant.” Drat, now he was talking circles around her. That was her job! Shoot. The tables were turning. “It’s just . . . I thought . . . well, she always seemed to be around and . . .”

  “You thought that she and I were in a relationship?”

  “Yeah, or that maybe you would end up being in one. Trapped in her fiery web of torture.”

  He shuddered. “No, that was never going to happen. She’d suck me dry then feed me to the piranhas.”

  She giggled. “I wasn’t sure where I stood.”

  “Well, now you know. Nobody is allowed to make you feel bad about yourself. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

  “You do some coloring, because soon it’s time for dinner and bed.”

  “Daddy, it’s way too early for bed.”

  “You’re my baby girl and you have a concussion. You’re going to sleep early.”

  “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the office to work, Daddy?” She gave him an innocent look. Maybe if he went to work, he’d forget all about this silly going to bed early stuff.

  He wasn’t fooled. “I’m sure.”

  He sat and worked for a while in silence. She was feeling kind of bad about the others hanging outside the room, but not enough to invite them in. She was kind of enjoying this time alone with Kassim. It was soothing and restful.

  She soon grew tired of coloring and started gluing on some pretty stars which had been in her pencil case. Ooh, what she really needed was glitter. Everything looked better with
glitter.

  “What else would she say to you?” he asked suddenly.

  She had her tongue out again in concentration. “She’d just make rude remarks about my clothes, my body, my hair. She liked that. Passive-aggressive stuff like you’d be so pretty if you dyed your hair a proper color. Or about my education and how sad it was that I had to grow up in New Zealand. I don’t know why that would be a bad thing.”

  “Because she sees anyone who doesn’t come from here as inferior,” he muttered.

  “I don’t know why you hired her, Daddy.”

  “She sort of inherited the job. Tamiya?”

  “Kind of busy here, Daddy. Working with glitter is very complicated. I’m practically a glitter expert and I have to get it just right. When you think about it, dealing with glitter is similar to being a surgeon.”

  “My apologies for interrupting your surgery.”

  “Apology accepted if you chop-chop.”

  “Is that a surgical term?” he asked dryly.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Look at me.”

  She heaved a very put-upon sigh. “Daddy, I get that you like me looking at you. I mean, you’re a good-looking guy so it’s not a hardship. But if I have to do it lots, we’re not going to get much done.”

  “Enough sassiness, brat,” he warned. “Or I’ll think you need to go to bed right now.”

  Well, drat. She didn’t want that. Although she was feeling quite sleepy.

  “You know none of what she said is true, right? You’re not frumpy, your hair isn’t ugly and you’re not less than us because of where you grew up.”

  “I know,” she said quietly. Sort of.

  Standing, he moved over to her, brushing his fingers through her hair. “And if you ever dye this hair a different color, your ass would stay red until your hair was back to red, understand?”

  Happiness filled her. “I understand, Daddy.”

  “You’re Daddy’s precious little girl, aren’t you?”

  Oh yes. She was. And she’d happily stay that way for the rest of her life. All she had to do was learn how to trust that he wouldn’t leave her.

  That all of them wanted her.

  10

  Daddy was sneaky.

  She let out a huff of annoyance as she woke up and stretched. It had been nearly three days since she’d fallen over and hurt herself. She’d slept in Kassim’s bed for two nights. He’d kept the other guys away from her, telling her that it was the only way he could ensure she stayed quiet. Most of yesterday, she’d stayed in Little mode.

  Last night, after coaxing her to eat some dinner, Kassim ran her a bath full of bubbles. Was there any point in having a bath if it wasn’t full of bubbles? Of course, he’d insisted on helping her into it, with his eyes averted, which was pretty cute even if she was certain he’d gotten more than a little peek at her.

  And then afterward, he’d lain beside her, massaging her head and shoulders until she’d drifted off to sleep. She hadn’t even missed her pacifier.

  “Trickery, it is,” she muttered, opening her eyes.

  “What is?”

  She sat up with a gasp then groaned as the room swum. Shoot. Suddenly, he was there, supporting her head and easing her back into a seated position.

  “You move fast, big guy.”

  Matek didn’t reply as he fluffed up her pillows. Who’d have thought that such a scary-looking guy could be so good at taking care of others?

  “You know, if the whole prince thing falls through, you could get a job as a pillow fluffer.”

  He snorted. “I only pillow fluff for you.”

  “Aww, that’s cute. Does Kassim know you’re in here? What time is it?”

  “Nearly nine and I don’t need his permission.”

  “This is his room, right?”

  “Yes. But you’re in it and you’re mine.”

  Matek’s feelings for her should have been the scariest right? Because he was so dark and broody. But he was also totally hers. Sure, he might be a bit intense. But he was also so confident in his feelings for her that it made her feel safe.

  As though nothing could tear them apart.

  “Um, I really need to pee. Alone.”

  He eyed her. “I’ll carry you. And leave you,” he added. “But call if you need me.”

  Fair enough.

  After peeing and brushing her teeth, she let him carry her back to bed.

  “Where is Kassim?”

  “Work. Eat.” He put a tray of food on her lap. She picked away at it.

  Wasn’t it Sunday? Sheesh, she knew he was a workaholic, but not this bad. “He left me alone?” That didn’t seem likely.

  “I am here.” Matek gave her a reproachful look. “You think I’d let anyone harm you?”

  “No. But I’m not really expecting anyone to hurt me.”

  A funny look crossed his face and again, she felt something tug at her mind. There was something she needed to remember.

  “I mean, unless you let Satan’s bride in here.”

  “Adele,” he spat out the word like a curse.

  “Yeah. Her.”

  “Say the word, she’s gone.”

  “She is gone, right?” Or had she already made her way back into Kassim’s good graces? She wasn’t with him at his office, was she?

  “Yes, but I meant gone-gone.”

  “Oh. Ohhh. Kassim warned me not to tell you if anyone was hassling me.”

  Something cold and calculating entered his gaze, making her shiver. But the weird thing was, it was a good shiver.

  It was official. She was losing her mind.

  “He did?”

  “But only because he thought you would go around killing everyone who looked at me funny and I know you’re not going to do that.”

  Amusement filled his face. “Wouldn’t I?”

  She swallowed heavily. “Oh shit. You wouldn’t, because I don’t want to be visiting you in jail for the next twenty years.”

  “You would visit?”

  “Of course I would visit, you killed for me! I mean, hypothetically.” Still, best she make sure not to complain about anyone in front of him. She didn’t need people disappearing. She lifted the tray and gave it to him. Even though he frowned at how little she’d eaten, he took it.

  “I won’t go to jail.”

  “Because you won’t make people disappear?” she asked hopefully.

  “Because I am a prince and a billionaire. I won’t be sent to jail.”

  “Matek! I think it was better when you didn’t talk.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “You want me to be silent?”

  “Um, that was just a joke.” She didn’t know what that look in his eyes meant.

  “If my mouth was full, I would be silent.”

  “Full of what?”

  He sat on the bed and leaned in. “You.”

  She shivered. “Oh hell.”

  He drew back then stared down at her lips.

  “You want to kiss me?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Need to.”

  “Wow. Are you going to?”

  He almost looked like he was in pain. Did the idea of kissing her hurt?

  “I’m worried if I start, I won’t stop there.”

  “Who says you have to stop?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Me. You’re injured. Hurt.” A finger ran down her cheek then along her lips. Back and forth. She parted her lips and nipped at his finger.

  His eyes flared, lips parting. Did he like that? He pressed his finger into her mouth and she tongued it, watching as his face filled with heat.

  Another finger was added. And she sucked on them both, wishing like hell it was his cock. She loved giving oral. More than receiving it. More than anything, if she was honest.

  Slowly, he drew his fingers free of her mouth. Then he reached down and lifted up her pajama top, pushing his hand underneath to cup her breast. She arched into his hand.

  “Matek, please.”

  He rolled her n
ipple between his finger and thumb. “I want you.”

  Her breathing deepened. Oh, she needed this. She had to come. Her clit throbbed. “I want you too.”

  “You’re not ready.”

  “I am.”

  “You’re ill.”

  “I am not! It’s a concussion.”

  He made a low grumbling noise. “You’re hurt. I don’t like it.”

  She stared up at him. “Me either, big guy. But I won’t be concussed forever. It’s mild. I feel much better. Only, now I’ve got this other ache.” She smiled at him.

  He huffed out a breath. “Me too.”

  “I could take care of that for you.” She moved her hand towards his dick.

  “No.” He grasped hold of her hand and hurt filled her.

  He released her hand and took gentle hold of her chin. “My need for you will wait.”

  “Until when?”

  “Until you are fully better.”

  Damn it, she guessed she was going to have to wait another day or two.

  “And until you are mine.”

  The possessiveness in his voice made her heart race.

  She licked her lips.

  “When you say the words. Then I take you. Own you.”

  She could feel the words on the tip of her tongue. Wanting to give in to his claim. Acknowledge it.

  He pulled at her nipple, making her whimper.

  “You like pain?” he asked.

  “A little,” she told him.

  He pinched her other nipple, making her cry out again. Her head jolted, and she hissed in pain for an entire other reason.

  “Fuck.” He stopped playing with her nipples. “I hurt you. Shouldn’t have touched you.” He almost looked panicked.

  “Hey, I’m all right. Matek, I’m fine. I just have a small headache.”

  His breathing eased as he stared down at her. “I hurt you.”

  “You didn’t. I . . . I liked the way you touched me. Really. I just need my medication.”

  He was grumbling as he grabbed the bottle of pills, read what the label said, then poured two out and picked up the glass of water.

  “Open.”

  “Umm.”

  “Mouth. Open.” Seemed when he got upset, his sentences grew shorter.

  But the command in his voice was clear and the submissive in her recognized that tone and opened her mouth. He placed the two pills in there then held the glass of water to her lips.