Ruled by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  “Lift her up,” Caleb ordered. Aleki stood her up, holding her steady with his hands on her hips as Caleb pulled off her shorts and panties. Then he grabbed her tank top, drawing it down over her hips.

  “It will stretch,” she protested.

  Caleb snorted. “Like I care.”

  “I’ll buy you a new one,” Wolfe promised her.

  “Wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just go naked like I suggested,” Aleki added.

  She nearly rolled her eyes, but stopped herself as she remembered what happened last time. She wasn’t in a mood for a spanking right now. She was too turned on. She wanted them so badly.

  They’d all seen her naked already. But this felt more. This time they were studying her.

  “Sit her back down,” Caleb ordered after he’d thrown the tank top to the floor.

  She’d noted the way he took charge. She liked that she didn’t have to think. If she was given too much time to think, she might talk herself out of this.

  And that was the last thing she wanted.

  Moving in sync, Aleki and Caleb each grabbed one of her legs, placing it over theirs so she was spread wide, open to Wolfe’s gaze.

  “Reach down and coat your fingers in your juices,” Caleb ordered her.

  What? Seriously?

  She turned her head to look up at him. His face firmed. “Now, Vivi. Do as you’re told.”

  A shiver ran through her at his stern voice. And she found herself dropping her hand down to her pussy without thought. She ran the tips of two fingers along her lower lips, gathering up her dew.

  “Show me,” Caleb ordered.

  She held them up.

  “Hmm, no, I don’t think that will do. Aleki, put her on your lap. Spread her legs wide.”

  “Hell. Yes.” Aleki lifted her onto his lap. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to being lifted around like she was a doll. Aleki had her sit with her back to his front, her legs over his. He spread them wide, so she was once more on display, then he pressed his lips to her neck. He nuzzled at her as he played with her nipples.

  “Reach down with your good hand and thrust two fingers deep into your pussy.”

  Oh hell. Oh God. Was Caleb trying to kill her? She glanced over at him, but his face remained firm.

  “And do it slowly.”

  Fuck.

  She moved her gaze from Caleb to Wolfe as she slid her hand down her stomach towards her pussy. She was aware of Wolfe’s gaze following her every movement.

  “That’s it. Good girl. Now push those fingers in deep and keep them there until I say you can move them.”

  Aleki sat beneath her, toying with her nipples. Wolfe watched. Caleb ordered. They each had their part. They worked together.

  And instead of feeling on the outside, not quite a part of their circle, she now felt included. As though she had her own part to play.

  “Now move them in and out of your pussy. That’s it. Bet that’s a pretty sight.” Caleb moved around so he could stare at her finger-fucking herself. A flush entered her cheeks, but she didn’t stop, loving the way they both stared at her. Almost as though they were entranced by her.

  “Good girl,” Caleb murmured. “You’re being such a good girl for Daddy that he’s going to reward you.”

  Oh God. How did that turn her on so much?

  “She likes that,” Aleki murmured. “You should feel her reaction.”

  Caleb tilted his head. “Was it the good girl part? The reward? Or was it Daddy?”

  He didn’t want her to answer, right?

  “Answer me, Vivi,” he ordered.

  No. No, no, no. Not fair.

  “Stop moving, Aleki,” Caleb commanded.

  Aleki froze.

  “No, Aleki. Don’t stop.”

  “Sorry, baby girl,” Aleki said with false-sympathy. “In our little family, Caleb is the head. What he says goes.”

  “Yep,” Caleb told her. “But you already knew that, didn’t you, baby? Are you trying to usurp my authority? Trying to test me to see how far you can push me? Because I’m more than happy to take that test.”

  Oh. Dear. Lord.

  “Are you going to answer me? Or do you need a demonstration of my authority over you?” Caleb knelt down between Aleki’s parted legs and started to kiss his way up her thigh, his gaze never leaving hers. Maybe she should have been in a position of power over him.

  But there was no mistaking who was in charge.

  “Vivi?” he prompted

  “It was all of it, I think,” she told him breathlessly.

  He tilted his head to the side. “All right. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  She shook her head, still feeling somewhat breathless. He stood and sat next to Aleki.

  “Pull your fingers free and offer them to Wolfe.”

  Oh hell. Oh hell. Oh hell.

  You can do this, Vivi.

  “Obey him, baby girl,” Aleki told her. “Give yourself to us. We’ll take care of you.”

  She knew it was a matter of trust. And while that might still be strained between them, she knew they wouldn’t harm her. Her trust issues were more to do with her feelings of self-worth.

  So she withdrew her fingers and offered them to Wolfe, his gaze darkened. Caleb reached for her hand, holding it steady as Wolfe leaned forward and took a long, slow lick.

  Shit.

  She swore it was like she could feel his tongue on her pussy, pressing against her clit, lapping at her.

  Her heart raced. She felt dizzy. Like she was out of her own head, looking in on all this. Because this couldn’t possibly be her life.

  She was connected to all three of them. Sitting on Aleki’s lap, his fingers still toying with her nipples. Her hand held by Caleb, him guiding her. Then Wolfe lapping at her fingers like they were her pussy.

  A whimper escaped her lips. She needed more. Wanted it.

  “Please,” she cried out as Wolfe took her fingers deep into his mouth.

  “What do you want, Vivi?” Caleb asked in a low croon.

  She shook her head. She couldn’t ask for it. Couldn’t voice it. Could she?

  “You need to learn to tell us what you need,” Aleki added.

  “But I don’t know. How do I know what I need?”

  “Just now, all we’re talking about is right now,” Caleb soothed. “One step at a time. What is it you need right at this moment?”

  “To come,” she managed to get out.

  Wolfe ran his tongue between her forefinger and middle finger. Oh, fuck. That shouldn’t feel as good as it did. They were just her fingers. How were they tied so directly to her clit? She’d never felt anything like this before. Her body was on overload. Filled with too much feeling. And yet, she wanted more.

  Craved it. Them. All three of them.

  “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Aleki murmured. “What our girl wants, she gets.”

  “Sometimes,” Wolfe drawled. He let go of her fingers and slumped back in the chair, his eyes half-lidded as he watched them.

  “Let’s make her come, Aleki,” Caleb said.

  “Fuck, yes,” Aleki replied.

  Aleki flicked her clit, while Caleb thrust a finger deep inside her. She groaned as they played with her, toyed with her.

  Caleb lapped at her nipple then sucked it into his mouth. She groaned as he sucked at her. He added another finger to her pussy.

  “Watch Wolfe, baby girl,” Aleki commanded. The deep demand in his voice surprised her. But she looked over at Wolfe obediently. He stared at her, his gaze holding hers as Aleki and Caleb thrust her up and over that edge. Her body shook with trembles as she cried out. She wanted to close her eyes, but she also didn’t want to take her gaze off the sexy man sitting in the chair, watching her like his life depended on it. Like if he moved his gaze from hers, he’d die.

  As the last of the shudders swept over her, Caleb slid his fingers free and drew them up to his mouth. She stared at him until he leaned down to kiss her. She could taste hers
elf on his lips. It was a bit weird. And kind of sexy.

  “Fuck. I love making you come,” Aleki told her, kissing up her neck. She tilted her neck to one side to give him more access. She moved her gaze to Wolfe’s face once more. He was adjusting himself, looking almost pained.

  “Wolfe?”

  “Don’t know how other people do this. Damn irritating being turned on all the time. Makes it hard to think.”

  “Get used to it, my friend,” Aleki told him. “With baby girl here now, we’re all going to feel like this.”

  Until she fucked them.

  But was she ready for that? She wanted them. She trusted them not to hurt her physically. Emotionally, she wasn’t so sure. She was still raw. She felt like she had wounds that were just healing.

  If they re-opened them, well, they wouldn’t be shallow scrapes, they’d be huge tears in her very soul.

  “Hey,” Caleb said, grasping hold of her chin. “No overthinking this. Just be in the moment. We all want you. Badly. But only when you’re ready, baby girl. This isn’t just about sex, you know that, right?”

  She nodded back at him gratefully. It wasn’t that she wasn’t ready. God, she wanted them. But she just needed to slow things down a bit.

  It was a lot.

  Still, she felt a bit bad that she was leaving them wanting.

  “I know it’s not. It’s not for me either.”

  Aleki set her aside, grinning down at her. “We know, baby girl.”

  “But maybe I could, umm, help you with your little problem.” She waved a hand in the direction of Aleki’s crotch.

  “Little problem?” he said with plenty of outrage. “Little. Problem.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Clearly you’re having memory problems. Did you hit your head as well as getting shot?”

  “Big problem,” she said hastily. “I meant big problem.”

  “Damn straight you meant big problem. You brat.”

  She had to hold back her grin.

  “Come on, Vivi. Time for sleep.” Caleb stood and held out his hand.

  “No,” Wolfe said suddenly.

  Caleb turned to him. “What?”

  “You’re not sleeping with her tonight.”

  “I’m not? Why?”

  “Because it’s my turn,” Wolfe stated.

  She gaped at Wolfe. She was aware Aleki looked shocked as well.

  “You’re sure? What if she has a nightmare?” Caleb asked.

  “I can handle it,” Wolfe said firmly.

  She’d only had one more nightmare and it hadn’t been nearly as bad as that one the first night. She’d thought maybe it was because she felt safe here. Also, because Caleb liked to sleep wrapped around her, protecting her. Aleki often slept on her other side, she liked those nights the best.

  “Vivi? This okay with you?” Caleb asked. They all turned to look at her.

  “Yes, it’s fine with me.”

  26

  Nerves filled her as she stood. She grabbed her tank top and tried to pull it on, looking around for her shorts and panties. But before she could move, Wolfe placed an arm under her ass and lifted her against him like a child.

  Yeah, she wasn’t sure how she’d ever get used to this.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  “Carrying you to bed.”

  “Obian said that I’m allowed to walk on my foot,” she reminded him.

  “So?” he challenged.

  He was impossible.

  “Say goodnight to Caleb and Aleki,” he ordered.

  “Good night,” she whispered to them.

  Caleb leaned in and kissed one cheek. “Good night, jelly bean. Sleep well.”

  “No bad dreams,” Aleki bossed, kissing her other cheek. “Aleki’s orders.”

  She just shook her head. Wolfe carried her into her bedroom and through to the attached bathroom.

  “Do what you need to. I have to get something from my bedroom and brush my teeth. Be back soon. Don’t walk around.”

  “But Wolfe—”

  He turned back at the door and pointed at her. “Do as you’re told.”

  She shook her head. Do as she was told. Seriously?

  Then she shut the door, locking it. She walked back to the mirror and stared at herself.

  Wolfe was sleeping in her bed. Tonight.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  There was a knock at the door. “Princess?”

  “Be out in a minute,” she called back. The door handle turned.

  “Why is it locked?”

  “Habit, I guess.” She was used to locking doors when living with William. Damn it, she’d been so busy thinking about sleeping with Wolfe that she hadn’t even peed yet. “Be out in a sec.”

  “Unlock the door.”

  She frowned. Why did he sound so upset?

  “Obian said I can walk on my foot, Wolfe.” That had to be it. She moved to the toilet and sat on it.

  “You need to open the door.”

  Okay, now he was starting to freak her out. Why was he so upset?

  “I will. I’m just peeing! I can’t stop mid-pee. It’s impossible for me.”

  The door slammed. Was he . . . was he trying to break in? She quickly finished and half-ran, half-hobbled to the door, unlocking it.

  “Wolfe, what is going on?” The last word was more of a squeal as he grabbed hold of her arms. He just held her. His gaze running over her.

  “What’s going on? What was that noise?”

  She glanced over towards the open bedroom door as Caleb appeared. He stared at her, wide-eyed. “Are you both all right?”

  Wolfe wasn’t. He wasn’t all right. But he slowly let her go. “We’re fine,” he told Caleb.

  “Vivi?” Caleb watched her calmly.

  All she had to say was that she was uncomfortable and Caleb wouldn’t leave them. But she also knew that if she did that something between her and Wolfe would break. Might become irreparable.

  “We’re fine,” she told him.

  Caleb looked at them both then nodded and left. When she turned back to Wolfe, he was staring down at her intently.

  He pinned her with that obsidian gaze. A shiver ran through her at the agony in his eyes. Then he closed them briefly and that pain was gone.

  But she couldn’t unsee it.

  “You can’t lock the door,” he told her.

  “Okay, I won’t lock the door.”

  Her instant agreement seemed to ease something in him. His face relaxed. “Why did you lock it?”

  “Sorry, I’m used to locking doors . . . with William . . .”

  He winced. “Did I scare you? Fuck. Did I hurt you? I didn’t, did I?” He looked at where he’d grabbed her arms, guilt flooding his face.

  “I’m fine. Wolfe, look at me. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. You couldn’t.”

  He ran his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. Shit. I’ll go. I’ll leave you.”

  Leave her? No!

  “Wolfe, no, don’t leave! Please. Stay. Tell me why I can’t lock the door. Please.”

  She thought he wasn’t going to listen, but he stopped at the doorway. Then he slid the door shut until it was open just a crack. When he turned, she moved towards the bed and sat.

  “Didn’t I tell you not to walk around?” he grumbled.

  “I know,” she said quietly. She glanced down at the floor, noticing a T-shirt, blanket, and small bag. She rubbed at her temples, feeling the tension growing.

  “You’re stressed,” he said suddenly. “You need to relax. I’ll get your heat pad for your neck.”

  “No, Wolfe, please can you stop taking care of me for a minute.”

  He frowned. “What? You don’t want me to look after you?”

  “No, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Shit. What I mean is . . . please tell me what’s going on. Why don’t you like there being a locked door between us?”

  “Well, I imagine it has something to do with the fact that one of my aunts used to l
ock me in a closet when I annoyed her,” he said matter-of-factly. “But then again, I’m not a therapist. I’ve been to one, though. My aunt Clara took me to see one when I stopped talking for weeks. She thought I had abandonment issues. I only went to her once, though. I guess my uncle’s health insurance didn’t cover any more sessions. The irony is, it wasn’t that much longer before Aunt Clara abandoned me. Oh, but she’s not the one that locked me in the closet.”

  She just stared at him. Her heart raced. “What? Your aunt did what?”

  He sighed. Then he walked over and sat next to her on the bed.

  “My parents died in a car accident when I was seven. I went to live with my uncle Max. My dad’s brother. He was abusive. Used to knock me around when I was too loud, when I was too quiet. When I spoke or when I didn’t. Honestly, he was just looking for excuses to beat me.”

  “Oh, Wolfe.” She wanted to hug him. But she wasn’t sure he’d like that. “I’m so sorry. How long did you live with him?”

  Please don’t let it be long.

  “Two and a half years. A new neighbor had moved in. Probably a nice woman although I never spoke to her. I’d been taught not to speak up unless he said I could. One day, he made a mistake and hit me in the face and the neighbor called the police. I never saw him again. Aleki looked into him later for me. He went to jail, got lung cancer, and died.”

  He said it so matter-of-factly, but she knew he was hiding his emotions deep.

  “Then what happened?”

  “I went to my mother’s sister. Aunt Clara sort of tried but her husband didn’t want a kid around. And a strange, silent kid with issues was too much for him. I’m not even sure that Aunt Clara told Aunt Janice what the therapist said. That’s where I went next. They weren’t related. Janice was my father’s sister.”

  “So your Aunt Clara just gave up on you? How long did you stay there for?”

  “Just over a year.”

  That was all she’d given him? Anger filled her. Why had any of them allowed him to go to his abusive uncle?

  “I think Aunt Janice only took me in because she felt guilty over what my uncle had done. She was the one who locked me in the closet when I annoyed her. She never hit me or anything, but she didn’t like children. I lasted around three years there. Then there was Uncle Harry. He already had too many kids. One more was one too much. After that I went to Aunt Rhonda’s. She was actually the best one. She mostly ignored me.”