by Celia Crown
Daddy raps his knuckle into my skull. The hollow noise bounces off of my ears as I pout deeper into the crisp shirt of Mr. Stephan.
I make a mental note to ask him the secret to his shower routine because he smells so freaking good. Daddy does too, but I already know that he just smells like a man in the most natural way.
There’s nothing I can do about it, but maybe Mr. Stephan has a secret that he’ll let me in on so I can smell just as good as him.
“Are you always this abusive to my little princess?” Mr. Stephan asks, redirecting the topic before Daddy pops my skull with another crack.
It doesn’t hurt; it’s a warning for me to know my place and what tone I’m using. More specifically, what side I’m taking. I’m on neither and on both at the same time. I have no reason to pick since they are both my favorite.
My Daddies.
I like the ring to it; Daddy’s possessiveness is rubbing off on me. Everyone has this protectiveness in them that helps them fight off intruding factors that want to take what’s theirs. I’m not immune to it. I think Daddy has made it worse for me.
“Only when she misbehaves,” Daddy tells him.
I sniffle, refusing to look at Daddy as I cling onto Mr. Stephan. It’s his punishment for being a bully to me; it’s not even ten yet, and he’s already begun his bullying.
Thank goodness he’s not spreading my legs and using my sore pussy again. I will cry if he pushes his thick cock between my aching folds. They’re still wet and viscous around that area. It’s a mystery as to how I can contain so much cum inside my tiny pussy.
The human body is weird and amazing. It goes to show that women can push a full baby out, and that is nothing compared to having two massive cocks shoved deep inside my walls. Thinking about it makes my slit throb in pain, and it’s not the pleasurable kind.
I’m too tired and too tender to think about having them use my body in such a short amount of break. I need at least a week to recuperate. I take forever to heel so my butt will support redness and bruises for a while.
I think they will like seeing their effort not wasted.
“I’m not misbehaving,” I start, gasping when another sharp crack on my skull makes me yelp.
“And when she talks back.”
Mr. Stephan soothes the back of my head with his caresses after Daddy’s voice tapers off. I exhale a shuddering breath and lift my head to nuzzle further into the crook of his neck. The fragrance of his shampoo swells in my lungs.
I’m convinced that he’s taken a shower and came back to bed, and that leaves Daddy. He should be clean too because the knee between my legs is clothed and he was completely naked when we had our salacious night affair.
Daddy’s hygiene can be seen as obsessive; he showers in the morning and at night, he is never seen dirty from any angle, and the image people perceive is of a man who values the truth more than anything.
Symbolically speaking.
He’s clean on a personal level and in his morals. He likes to be clean, but he will do everything in his power to have me leaking and drooling whenever he is in the mood to be the big, bad man to his little girl.
Daddy’s hand around the back of my neck clenches, branding the mark of his ubiquitous intensity and reminding the dependency I have on him.
“Don’t think that Stephan will stop me from putting you in your place, little girl,” Daddy hisses. His body heat makes my head dizzy.
I moan slowly, a hand creeping over my belly and over the swell of my pelvic bone.
Chill coils in the tip of my spine, sending a current of electric thrill to my toes as Daddy’s hand firmly presses down on my clit. The engorged nub pulses as my body jerks at the sweltering cravings; a gush of cum dribbles out of my abused hole as my walls quiver and smear on the pair of pants between my legs.
“Mm, Daddy, no. Sticky.”
Daddy flicks the nub with callousness, “You’re tight, again.”
He hums in my hair, murmuring his praises into my skull as it contradicts the harshness he inflicts on my body. Mr. Stephan kisses my forehead delicately, chuckling at my misery as he makes no move to stop Daddy from drawing a small orgasm from me.
There is no escaping gravity as I sink into the bed. The mattress forms the shape of my side and absorbs my mess that seeps into the expensive material. The soiling of the mattress is far from the concerns that I have. I’m more focused on the finger scraping against the small hole and the spread of my spasming folds.
I shakily mewl, a thirst for more and more as the small orgasm leaves pleasing aftershocks that thrive on my helplessness.
Mr. Stephan moves, and I scramble to get a hold of him. His chuckle above my head is deep with his velvety voice. He kisses my forehead again as a sign of comfort to my thumping heart. It doesn’t help much as my insecurities are honing in on me.
Slow and steady steps of the monstrous elephant come back to haunt me.
Mr. Stephan is leaving.
Of course, one of them has to leave.
It’s not something Daddy talked about, so it only makes sense that this isn’t a permanent element of the life that Daddy had carved out for me.
I don’t want to. I don’t want him to leave. I’m in love with him, and I love Daddy too. If one of them leaves, then a part of my soul will be ripped away, and I would be an incomplete soul searching and searching until I die.
“It’s okay, Daddy, you can say it.”
“Say what?” Daddy’s voice questions from behind me, and his hand moves away from the soft thrumming of my clit.
I brace myself with a deep inhale, “I can be a big girl and take it. It’s like ripping off a bandage. The faster you tear, the less drag of the pain. I’m ready for this—”
“What are you on about?” Daddy doesn’t disguise the confusion in his voice, and I briefly think he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, but I know better. He is a master at keeping secrets, and it’s easy for him to fool me, who has zero experience in successfully pulling off a lie.
“You don’t want me anymore.” I sniffle and Mr. Stephan’s body tenses while Daddy’s hand on my hip reflectively clamps down.
There goes another flawless spot being marred with a bruise.
“Where the fuck did you get that idea?” Daddy pushes my hip down, and I’m rolling on my back. The ceiling dances in my eyes as light spills through the giant windows.
A hand spins my head, and Daddy’s scowl is massive on his face. He still looks like a model with shameless masculinity embracing the size of his body.
His black hair frames his face as it falls on his forehead in a mess. The stubbles on his jaw litters in a fashion that takes special care to burn the inside of my thighs, and the ghosts of his safely guarded beast stare down on me through the glass of his eyes.
I keep a hand around Mr. Stephan’s wrist, but I can’t wrap my fingers around it. “You don’t care if Mr. Stephan touches me and you don’t care that I call him Daddy too! You bring him in so you can leave, I just know it. You didn’t have to do that. I can be a big girl and leave.”
I scoot back to form a distance between him as I mold my back to Mr. Stephan’s chest. He wraps his arm over my waist. I feel precious in his embrace as I stare defiantly up at Daddy with a frown cascading the effect of my sullen heart.
“Let me be very clear, little girl,” Daddy breathes my name with an edge.
He uses that tone with me when it is a serious matter and that he needs my undivided attention; my ears are cutting off the sounds of the ambient noises in the room, the breaths from behind me, and the heartbeat on my shoulder blade.
It’s an exquisite skill that Daddy had trained me in. This allows me to be a singularity in the world of Daddy.
“Stephan and I go way back. He wants you just as much I do, and we both saw you as someone we want to spend time with. He had to go overseas to overlook that part of the world where our business was expanding, and I could not just leave you free for others to snatch up.”
“I made the first move to take you. Stephan knows it’s the best course of action at the time since he couldn’t be here to share you with me,” Daddy says, sliding a hand around my neck in a systematic approach that puts me back into the space of familiarity.
I lay in silence, watching the truth spill from his dark eyes and genuine affection through his words. His gaze is piercing and sharp, gauging the depth of my doubts and squashing them with a stroke to the contours of my cheek.
Breathless, I shakily touch his chest with a hesitant touch. It’s not sorrow or concern that storms in my heart but a sense of gratitude and love to remind myself that Daddy would never do something this cruel to me.
He would never bring in Mr. Stephan to poison my thoughts and snatch a piece of my heart, only for him to leave with an impenetrable wall that reflects my weakness and incompetence.
Daddy wouldn’t even bring himself to truly hurt me. It just wouldn’t make sense if he would let anyone else cause me pain.
“We agreed from the beginning that we would share you, and Daddy is never going to give you up, little girl, not now and not in the future. You belong to me.”
Daddy lifts my chin up, slamming his lips over mine in a ravaging kiss that makes my lips bloat with blood. He just has to finish his gentle and reassuring words with a possessive kiss. His rough nature is at its last straw of holding back.
I don’t blame him. I would have attacked his lips for the fondness in his voice when he calls me his.
I don’t think I need much safeguarding in a multimillion mansion, but his shiver-inducing kiss says otherwise. He has to physically be there to quench the thirsty beast, or it would pounce on the person closest to me, a small wisp calls for a brawl between Mr. Stephan and Daddy.
I brush that thought away. There is no competition in this three-way relationship. I’m equally split between them, and at this moment, I feel like flying with clouds in my veins.
I am light and effortlessly lifting away the thick haze of the unknown.
Daddy and I break for air. I move to my elbow with my back exposed to the cold air from the bedroom. I remember this being the exact situation I experienced before. It has more serenity today while the cold air is welcomed to my bare body.
I consciously close my arms around my swaying breasts and lean down to press them on my forearms. Someone’s hand is running hot trails up and down my back. It fights off the cold, and I appreciate the gesture, but mortification burns a lot hotter than the palm.
I plop my face down on the pillow and whine through the silken fluff, it’s loud, and it needed to be out before it consumes me. It does feel better now that it’s gone from my system; it’s as if it’s cleaning the mess of my memories.
“No need to be embarrassed, little princess,” Mr. Stephan said with a chuckle.
There is an absolute need to be embarrassed.
I made a fool out of myself because my imagination was too wild and uncontrollable. They will never let me live it down, it will be in the back of my mind, and it will laugh at me for being a stupid girl. I could have just talked to Daddy, but I was a coward.
There was never time to ask, and that is my excuse for this.
I wish there is a thing that can just delete a selection of my memories.
“Ours,” Mr. Stephan says, and Daddy’s claim on me comes back.
It’s the closest thing to a competition.
Epilogue
Pepper
Four Months Later.
I want to see how much I can get away with it.
It’s not every day my two Daddies are this lenient. It’s as if something is brewing in the distant horizontal. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s about to come, and I’m going to milk the patience out of them while I still can.
I might get punished for it later, but that’s a risk that I’m willing to take.
“Daddy, can I touch your hair?”
Mr. Stephan looks over his broad shoulder. The silence stretches before he turns and tips his head down. Without even asking what I’m doing, he just let me run my hair through his perfectly combed brown hair with my wiggly fingers.
The mess on his hair throws out the unapproachable aura around him. His business façade leaves the moment he lets me run my fingers through them.
He doesn’t ask, nor does he blink an eye when I press my lips to his as he starts to straighten his back.
This was too easy. I have to bring up the challenge with Daddy.
I turn and run out of the bedroom to search the other man. He should be somewhere in this ginormous mansion, and if not, then he would be in his office doing work.
Finding Daddy in the middle of his work on the computer in his big office is not weird; it’s quite the common phenomenon as it is practically his second home other than the company.
There are countless floors of his international sweets company.
It’s not all his. It belongs to Mr. Stephan as well as they both started the company while Mr. Stephan went overseas to rub more elbows with rich investors.
It’s amazing how hard they work to bring this company from a simple office to an international sensation that has their packaged sweets in all the stores. Some are for local business, and some that have more extravagant ingredients are sold through exclusive sellers that cater to the rich and powerful.
My taste buds are the worst, and even I could tell the difference between the cheaper ones from the expensive ones. Everything that comes out of the company is ridiculously good, and I have the benefit of tasting every single one of them. I can simply walk in the production set to have a feast on the freshest batch of goodies, and they wouldn’t even be able to stop me.
Daddy gave me all the exclusivities to the sweets, and all the employees know me as Daddy’s lover.
Girlfriend doesn’t sound serious, and Daddy hadn’t popped the question yet, so fiancée is out of the question.
I don’t know how the laws work, but I’m pretty sure I can’t marry both of my Daddies. I’ll leave those legalities to them since they always have the option to work around the legal system and find a way to connect the three of us together.
“Daddy?” I peer through the side of the door with my head, and he glances up from the computer.
The taps on the keys stop as he waves me over. I don’t have to ask for permission to enter the office, but it doesn’t hurt to do it. I never want to interrupt him when he’s in the middle of a video conference or on important business. He shouldn’t have to divide his attention for me.
He asks, “What’s wrong?” Silently, he scans my body for any injury.
I didn’t trip over the rug, the kitchen island wasn’t in my way, and I didn’t crush my toes on the door. Nothing happened, and I can see it in his eyes when he scans the exposed skin of my attire.
It’s a silver silk dress that Daddy got custom made for this event, and I don’t have the heels on yet because I need to let my ankles relax as much as possible before standing in them for an entire night.
The event is a promotion for a new line of chocolate that Mr. Stephan had brought back from his trip from who knows where. It was a city name that I couldn’t spell or pronounce. I don’t think I have ever heard it either.
The line is the exact type of sweet that I had, the golden flakes wrapped chocolate and the citrusy flavor in the middle. Mr. Stephan had been designing it at his overseas office, and it turns out to be my latest favorite. My Daddies decided to launch the line, and that’s why they have been so busy these couple of months.
I’m so proud of them.
“Little girl?” Daddy’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
I smile and peck him on the lips, “Daddy, can I ride a horse?”
I know Daddy is going to say no. Riding horses is a dangerous activity even under professional care, and I know how protectiv
e Daddy is of me since my body isn’t equipped to handle a fall from the horse or a kick to the guts.
My internal organs would get rearranged.
“I will have the best horse trainer for you, but either Stephan or I will be there to supervise.”
Well, this is shocking.
He refused my need to play golf a year ago. I had a phase where I wanted to play golf for unfathomed reasons, and he said no. His reasoning can’t be more ridiculous; he said there is a chance that a stray gold ball would hit me and I could die from the impact.
“T-thank you?” I said, incredulity rising in my tone.
“Did you think I’d say no?” He cocks his eyebrow.
A crooked smile spreading over the moist lips of mine, “Yeah, you never let me do these things.”
“You mean things that can hurt you,” Daddy deadpans, wrapping his long fingers around my wrist.
“Waxing only hurts just for a second,” I counter back, lopping my arms around his neck and bopping our foreheads together.
“I got you laser.”
I grimace at the thought, “That hurt.”
“Short-term pain beats long-term.” He seals his lips over mine.
It felt like rubber bands snapping on my skin, and it was the worst when it got to my bikini area. I may or may not have cried for a bit because I am a weak coward who doesn’t like pain that isn’t inflicted through pleasurable rewards.
The door opens, and Mr. Stephan comes in with his grey suit; it’s like watching a supermodel come to life from a magazine.
I lick my lips at the delicious sight as he strolls up to us. The way his body fills in the shirt makes me wonder if he’s wearing it or if the suit is wearing him. It sticks to him like a sinful second skin that I want to peel back and lick the hidden treasure beneath it.
Daddy doesn’t lose in that department when he stands; his tight black suit and thick thighs pull at the fabrics. My knees grow weak from seeing so many stimulants. A silver watch locks on his wrist with his tattoos hidden from the world.
They are mine to see and lick from. It’s tempting to beg them to stay home with me and let me play with their massive bodies to the point that they lose patience and fuck me through the nightly hours with echoes of my moans through the mansion.