Ruled by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  “Something the matter with the book?”

  She looked up, startled.

  “We need to work on your situational awareness,” he told her.

  “Huh? What?”

  “Being aware of your surroundings.”

  “Oh.” She frowned. “I’m used to always being aware. I guess I’ve grown to feel safe here.”

  Satisfaction filled him. He liked that she felt secure here. That she knew they would keep her safe. Last evening, after her father’s press conference, she’d been kind of quiet. They all had been. This was a development no one had expected. Wolfe had stayed up half the night doing research on their mystery man, finally coming into her bedroom while she slept between Aleki and Caleb.

  “Should you be reading if you have a headache?” he asked her, crouching down next to her.

  “It’s not too bad. Guess I’m a bit tense.” She sat up straighter. “Did you find something more out about the mystery man?”

  He didn’t like how stressed she was. They were supposed to be keeping her stress levels low. Although he had a feeling that wouldn’t happen until this mess with her father was settled.

  “No. Nothing new. According to all that we’ve learned, Roger Mitel is an upstanding citizen with no links to your father or to William that we can find.”

  It was bizarre. There had to be some link but whatever it was, they were missing it.

  “I don’t get why my father would name him as his lieutenant governor,” she said. “I could tell someone that he threatened me.”

  “Question is, would anyone believe you?”

  Her shoulders slumped. “Likely not. Especially since my father implied that I’ve had a breakdown.”

  He had to admit that was a smart play.

  “Come on, we’re going out.”

  “Go out?”

  “On a date.” He figured it was a good way to distract her from her thoughts. “And you’re still owed a reward from the other day when you were a good girl and let Obian tend to your burn.”

  He glanced around the playroom. It was still so generic. And she hadn’t really touched any of the toys. Just the paints and coloring pencils.

  Maybe she didn’t like the toys he’d chosen. Maybe she wanted to pick her own.

  “You like that book?” He nodded to the book in her hand.

  “It’s really good. Caleb said it’s your favorite?”

  “Actually, my favorite is this one.” He drew out another book. “This one is about some firemen and EMTs who are all Daddies. They’re all in menage or reverse harem relationships with their Littles. It’s the same author.”

  “Oh, I’ll read this one after I’ve finished.”

  He stood up then held out his hands to her. “Come on.”

  * * *

  Vivi looked around her eagerly. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to get out of the house until they’d driven away from the palace. They were in the back of another luxurious black car.

  Wolfe glanced over at her. “I hope I’m doing this right, I’ve never been on a date before.”

  She tentatively touched his hand with hers. “I’m sure it will be wonderful. Just being with you is enough. Anything else is icing on the cake.”

  He studied her for a moment then gave a nod.

  She stared out the window. It was amazingly beautiful here. Lots of white buildings and palm trees.

  “I still can’t believe that there’re no skyscrapers here.”

  “No one is allowed to build them. You’re only allowed to go up a maximum of five levels.”

  She liked that.

  They went around a bend in the road and before her sparkled the ocean. White sands. Blue water.

  They drove into what seemed to be the main business area. People were walking along the street. Most of them men, but then she began to spot the women among them. She just hadn’t noticed them before because they were often surrounded by at least two men.

  They pulled up outside a building. It was white like all the other buildings. She couldn’t see in the window properly as there were several people walking past. He turned to her and undid her seat belt. “Right, the rules.”

  She barely refrained from rolling her eyes. “Yes?”

  “No moving away from my side.” He frowned. “I don’t want a repeat of the other day with Aleki.”

  “I won’t leave you,” she reassured him.

  “Damn straight you won’t. But I’m going to make sure. If you need to go to the bathroom, tell me. We’ll use a family stall. There’s always one in every bathroom here.”

  “Wolfe, don’t you think you’re being a bit overprotective? I’m sure I’ll be fine peeing by myself.”

  He frowned and shook his head. “Nope. Not happening. Exit on my side, it’s safer.”

  “What are we doing?” she asked, as he guided her to the building in front of her.

  “Shopping.”

  “Shopping? For what? For you?” They walked into the shop and she was surprised by the rows of toys.

  “No. For you.”

  She paused and he turned, his eyebrows raised. “Wolfe, I don’t need anything else. You’ve already bought me so much.”

  “You haven’t made any changes to the playroom.”

  “What?”

  “Or used any of the toys, other than the painting and crafting stuff.”

  Oh. She hadn’t, had she? But she was just learning about all this. Part of her wasn’t sure she felt comfortable playing with any of those toys. But then, what had she played with as a kid? As much as she could remember, before her mom died, she’d loved getting out in the sandpit and building castles. Or using building blocks to make forts.

  Maybe she did want something else to play with. But she also didn’t want to spend any more of his money.

  “We need to get you things you want. I got you things I assumed you might want instead of waiting and asking you.”

  “I really don’t need any more,” she told him.

  “Yes. You do.”

  “But all the things you bought. . .”

  “We’ll gift them to children in the hospital,” he reassured her.

  Oh. That was actually a really nice thought. “We will?”

  “If you want to do that.”

  “Yes. But I also don’t know about buying any more things for me. You’ve spent too much.”

  He gave her a stern look. “Do we need to go to the car and have a chat about this?”

  She narrowed her gaze. “And what is your idea of having a chat about this entail?”

  “Turning you over my knee and spanking you until you agree with me.”

  Her eyes widened. That was even worse than she’d suspected. She figured he’d just scold her until she agreed with him.

  “Wolfe! You can’t spank me for not wanting you to buy me things.”

  Someone coughed close by and she turned her head to see two men standing close by. They were gorgeous with dark hair and tanned skin. They looked like they could be brothers. One had a short beard. He winked at her. “I don’t know that seems like a good reason to spank you to me.”

  They walked past.

  Please. Beam her up. Now.

  “See? They agree.”

  “They’re strangers! You can’t spank me for that,” she hissed, keeping her voice down.

  He frowned. “Hmm. I’ll check with Caleb.” He drew out his phone and tapped out a message.

  A message beeped back. “Damn. That’s unfortunate. Caleb said no spanking you for not wanting me to spend money on you, but I’m to remind you that we’re family. And we should share everything. If you had more and we had less, wouldn’t you buy us what we needed?”

  “Well, yes, but I don’t need . . .” she trailed off at his look.

  “All right. But I’m doing all the choosing.” She pointed at him. She knew him. He’d go overboard.

  “Of course, you are. Now, where is there a cart?”

  Ooh. He was trouble.


  40

  “But we don’t have a sandpit,” she argued as they looked at a bucket and shovel set that was something you’d normally take to the beach. She’d been telling him about the sandpit she’d had as a child.

  She cast a longing look over to the dump truck and digger in the aisle across from them. That seemed like fun. So far, all she’d chosen were some decals for the walls of the playroom. She’d decided on a farm theme. There was a huge barn that would take up most of one wall and then some grass and animal decals for another wall.

  Wolfe had actually found these pigs that were attached to string you could hang from the ceiling which were so gorgeous she’d been unable to say no. And he’d also picked out the most adorable stuffed wolf.

  “You can take them to the beach.”

  “You mean play with them in public?” She wasn’t sure she could do that.

  “You’d be surprised by how many Littles are here. Who do you think those men were shopping for?”

  “I don’t know, their children?” she asked.

  “There’s another toy shop for children two blocks over. This shop is just for Littles.”

  It was? Wow. She hadn’t realized. She looked around her. The shop was pretty quiet, but over in the far corner, there was a woman dressed in a bright blue short jumpsuit. She was holding the hand of the man next to her, swinging it back and forth excitedly while another man bent down to pull out one of those toy dogs that barked and walked and ate. The woman reached for it but the man holding it said something to her. She looked down shyly, scuffing her toe against the floor as she replied. Then the man handed her the toy and she squealed.

  Okay, so maybe she didn’t have to be that self-conscious.

  “And if you want a sandpit, I’ll build you one.”

  “You will?” She gave him a surprised look.

  He pushed up his glasses. “Well, I’ll get Aleki to.”

  Yeah. That’s kind of what she thought.

  “I don’t want you guys to—”

  He placed his hand over her mouth. Damn it. She was tired of them doing that. Sticking out her tongue, she licked the palm. He gave her a shocked look. “Why did you do that?”

  “Because you’re always putting your hand over my mouth.”

  He frowned down at her. “Because you are always talking like you expect to be leaving us.”

  She gaped at him. What? “No, I don’t.”

  “Yes,” he replied calmly. “You do. You’re always saying you don’t want us to spend money on you or to do something like decorate your playroom or make a sandpit because you think you won’t be here long enough to make it worthwhile.”

  Was that why she did it? It wasn’t, was it? Maybe partly it was. Now she felt awful.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t even realize I was thinking that. I just didn’t want you spending so much money on me. And I . . . you’re right. I guess I’m acting like none of this is mine. The room. The house. You guys.” She rubbed at her forehead.

  “You’re ours, princess. You need to start believing it. And I like doing this. Providing for you. This is relaxing and you’re kind of ruining it for me.”

  She stared at him. “Sorry. I’ll try not to do that anymore.”

  “Good.” He nodded and put the bucket and shovel set in the cart. “So, you’ll be grabbing that dump truck and digger you’ve been looking longingly at then.”

  Oh. He was so sneaky. But she nodded and added them to the cart. “I don’t know what you’ll get me for Christmas if we’re buying all this now.”

  “I’ll leave that up to Santa.” He winked at her.

  She grinned. As they walked towards the back of the shop, she heard some laughter. Spotting a big window, she moved closer and looked down at a large room filled with colorful play equipment. There was a huge bouncy slide. Several giant bouncy pillows were set into the floor. A big castle with more slides coming down from it. An enormous ball pit was in the middle of the room. A bubble machine sent bubbles flying through the room.

  The laughter was coming from several women and a couple of men running around and playing.

  “What’s that?”

  Wolfe looked down. “Oh, that’s the Littles play area. If their Daddies want to go shopping alone, they can leave them there. Or they can stay and watch. You can’t see it from here, but there’s a small café and eating area off to the side.”

  “Can we go down there?” It looked like so much fun.

  “No.”

  “Please, Wolfie.”

  He shook his head. “Your ankle is still weak. You’re not bouncing around and possibly injuring yourself. Again.”

  She pouted. “Please.”

  He pointed a finger at her. “Stop that. Now.”

  She sniffed. “Just for a little bit. I’ll be so careful. Please. Please. Please.”

  “No. Not happening.”

  She thumped her foot down on the ground. Her good foot. She wasn’t silly. “But, Wolfie—”

  Smack!

  Turning, she gaped at him, her hand going behind to touch her bottom. Which he’d just smacked. In public.

  “Wolfe!”

  “What?” He peered down at her inquisitively.

  “You can’t do that! In public!” She looked around frantically. But nobody was close by.

  “Course I can. You were about to throw a tantrum. I stopped it. Perfectly acceptable.”

  Maybe to him. The rat!

  He started steering her away. She tugged at his hand again, looking back longingly.

  “Princess, behave yourself or it will be straight home and into time-out for you,” he warned.

  “We’re not going straight home?”

  “No. Although, keep being naughty and it will turn into some lines and corner time.”

  Okay. She was shutting up now.

  * * *

  “Where are we going?” she asked as soon as they were back in the car.

  Wolfe reached over and did up her seatbelt. Safety first.

  After he’d done up his belt, the car took off. The driver had stored all the toys they’d bought in the trunk of the car.

  “It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

  Damn it. Patience wasn’t her strong suit. Luckily, it wasn’t long until the car pulled up outside of one of the tallest buildings she’d seen here. It was huge with big columns out the front and a large number of stairs leading up to the enormous double doors. “What is this?”

  Wolfe guided her up to the doors. They walked into a foyer with beautiful teal-colored tiles on the floor. Her breath caught. Already she could sense this place held a lot of history. It was quiet and that smell . . . leather and paper.

  A library. She nearly squealed in delight as they walked into an enormous domed room. The ceiling was a work of art. The dome was a light green glass then around the base of it were hand-painted images. Not of people but of the desert. Of the ocean. Birds. Lizards. Other wildlife. She just stood there and gazed up, she nearly lost her footing as she moved around, trying to take it all in.

  Wolfe grabbed her waist to steady her. “Careful.”

  “Sorry.” She giggled. “Ooh, do we have to be quiet in here?”

  He shrugged. “It’s not a rule or anything. Come on. Let’s find you some books to read.” He led her through the stacks. Sometimes she’d stop to look at a carved statue or painting or some of the books. He led her to the back area. There didn’t seem to be anyone back here. She bent down to look at some of the titles on the lower shelf when Wolfe squeezed her ass.

  “Wolfe!” she said in a whisper-yell. “What are you doing?”

  “Shh,” he told her. “As long as you’re quiet, we won’t attract any attention.”

  What the hell, he couldn’t mean that he wanted to . . . she gasped as he ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and under her skirt to cup her ass.

  “Damn, you have panties on.”

  She straightened. “Wolfe, we can’t. I
t’s a library.”

  “So? Are orgasms not allowed in libraries?”

  Well, she was pretty sure it was a rule. He nibbled at her neck, crowding her against the stack so she couldn’t move.

  “Grasp hold of the shelf in front of you and don’t move your hands,” he commanded.

  She shivered.

  Holy. Hell.

  His hand cupped her ass and she let out a small groan.

  “Even though there’s no one down here, you’re still going to have to be quiet, understand?”

  “Wolfe, no, we can’t.” But her heart was beating fast, excitement filling her. She’d never have thought she would be into this. But it seemed the risk of getting caught was just turning her on even more.

  “If you really don’t want this, tell me.” He moved his hand around to cup her pussy. “Just say your safeword. All right?”

  Her breath came in erratic pants. She felt like she should protest. But she wasn’t about to say her safeword.

  His other hand, which had been resting on the stacks, moved to cup her breast. He plucked at her nipple making her groan again.

  “Do I need to gag you?”

  She shook her head.

  “You’ll be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”

  She nodded.

  Then he was pushing her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them.

  “Push your legs apart and stay very still,” he commanded. He ran his hand up her inner thigh to her pussy then he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

  Oh hell.

  She clung to the shelves, her legs shaking at the onslaught of pleasure. She bit down on her lip to hold in her cries as he finger fucked her.

  In and out. Hard. Fast. There was no gentle build-up and she was grateful for it since she didn’t know how long she could stay standing.

  He withdrew his fingers and started flicking her clit, circling it then rubbing it. She couldn’t last. She was shaking, her eyes closed. She’d have to rely on him to watch out for any other library patrons because she was beyond caring.

  Her orgasm caught her by surprise, rolling over her hard and fast. She gasped then closed her mouth against a shout of pleasure. As her legs went weak, he grasped her around the hips and turned her.