“I have to cover up from head to feet?”
“You do if you want to stop these Neanderthals from going all caveman when other men check you out.”
“Other men won’t check me out.”
“You’re gorgeous, Poppet, they’ll be checking you out. Unless we can cover you up completely. Don’t worry I won’t buy you too much.”
Somehow she didn’t believe him.
He tapped the tablet. “All right now, onto lingerie. What size bra do you wear?”
“You’re not buying me lingerie, Aric!”
“You know what, you’re right.”
Thank God for that.
“We’ll buy it in person. That way I get to see you trying it on.”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
He just grinned down at her.
“Aric!”
“What’s the rule?” he warned.
She groaned.
“You’re a little flushed.” A large hand landed over her forehead. “You feel hot.”
“I’m not hot,” she grumbled.
“I might need to get the thermometer. Lucky we got that rectal one, huh?”
No. No, that was not lucky!
“No! If I’m hot, it’s because the two of you are like giant heating pads. Nobody needs to get the thermometer and no one is sticking anything up my butt.”
“Ever?” Aric asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s a shame.”
She licked her lips. “You want that?”
“Well, yeah, it’s hot.” He brushed her hair back. “But if it’s a limit, we’ll respect that.”
“I just, it seems . . . icky. I mean, Gary always wanted to and I refused to. Maybe that’s why he was bonking Margie behind my back.”
“He was fucking your friend behind your back because he was a jerk. Understand?”
“Yes, Aric,” she whispered, surprising herself.
“Good girl. So it’s possible you’d want to try it?”
“Yeah, it’s possible,” she said shyly.
“Now that we’ve settled the pressing question of anal sex, what else can I buy for your Little?”
With a sigh, she settled in. Seemed that the only thing arguing would get her was a red bottom, so she might as well give up.
* * *
At the knock on the door, Kassim called out for the person to enter. Why were there so many emails here? It seemed he owed Miss Jones a raise if she took care of even half of these messages. He looked up as his cousin, Ryiad walked in.
“Kassim? You wished to speak to me?” Ryiad asked.
“Please, sit. I just wished to go over a few things before we leave tomorrow. Well, provided that Pippa gets clearance from her physician.”
Riyad’s eyebrows rose. “You won’t go without your personal assistant?”
He eyed his cousin. He’d always liked Ryiad. He was a fair man. Conscientious. He’d been a bit of a playboy in his younger days, but he’d settled down a lot. He’d had to in order to keep his brothers under control.
“She’s more than just your personal assistant, isn’t she?” Ryiad observed.
“Is it that obvious?”
“No, I would say you’ve kept your affair with her well-hidden.”
“It’s not just an affair.”
Ryiad’s eyebrows rose. “You are serious about her?”
“Yes.”
“And your brothers?”
“Pippa will be ours. Our intended bride. But I would appreciate your discretion. We won’t announce this until we have eased her into the idea.”
“Of course, cousin. Now, let’s get down to business.”
14
“Is there a reason why Miss Jones isn’t sitting in her seat with the belt secured?” Kassim asked as he climbed into the back seat of one of the palace cars.
She’d barely seen him since yesterday afternoon. She guessed he had a lot of work to do before they could leave. Especially now that they were staying longer to have some time alone with her. She felt bad about not helping him.
Jameson had given her the okay to fly. And for other things, although she still blushed remembering Aric asking if she was clear for punishment. Now they were all headed to the airport. Five nights alone with them, away from the palace was both amazing and scary.
Be brave, Pippa. You got this.
She didn’t. She really didn’t have anything. But maybe she could bluff her way through.
Of course, first she had to get through the plane ride. Maybe she should have told them that flying kind of freaked her out. But she was hoping that she could get through it okay. If not, she’d packed her sleeping pills.
“She’s safe on my lap,” Aric argued.
“No, she’s not. Own seatbelt. Now.”
Aric didn’t reply, but he did put her down on the seat beside him, pulling her belt over her and buckling it up. She sent him a smile of thanks.
Matek climbed in beside Kassim then Tavi next to her. Kassim’s phone started beeping and he worked away on it as they drove to the airport.
“Is there anything I can do to help you, Sir?” she asked Kassim.
“What?” He looked up at her, distracted. “What was that?”
“She wants to help you,” Aric told him.
“Sorry. I was concentrating. No, I don’t need any help. Thank you.”
“But you’re obviously busy, I could answer emails or—”
“You’re on leave, Miss Jones.”
She slumped back. It was hard to be on leave and have fun when he was so busy working. Aric picked up her hand and threaded his fingers through hers. “What do you want to see first when we get to London, Poppet?”
Excitement filled her. She might not like flying, but she had always wanted to travel.
“The first thing she’ll do is rest,” Kassim ordered.
Her excitement deflated.
“And you will need to speak with Judd before going anywhere. He has to approve all trips.”
“Kassim,” Tavi said sharply, surprising her.
“What?”
“If you’re going to be distracted with work, then maybe you shouldn’t be involved in this conversation.”
Kassim frowned, trying to work out why Tavi was being so sharp with him.
“It’s okay,” she soothed. “I’m sure I’ll want to rest first. Then go see a few things. But only if it’s all right.” She could always go by herself if having one of them with her was going to be a security issue. The last thing she wanted was to get on Judd’s bad side. That man was a grouch.
Kassim narrowed his gaze at her then set down his phone. “I’m sorry, Miss Jones. Tavi is right. My attention should be on one thing at a time.”
“I know you’re busy because I’m on leave.”
“He’s busy because he can’t delegate,” Tavi said sharply. “Nothing to do with you.”
“Quite right,” Kassim agreed. “It has nothing to do with you being on holiday.”
It was nice of him to say, but she wasn’t so sure.
“What sights would you like to see, Miss Jones?” Kassim asked her.
“I don’t want to be a hassle.”
“No hassle,” Matek told her.
She started to list them off. “Buckingham Palace, The London Eye, the Wax Museum, the Tower of London, I want to see Big Ben, of course and maybe go to Harrods.”
“That’s quite a list.” Kassim gave her a smile. “We’ll see what we can do. But I don’t want you tiring yourself out. We’ll come back to London. This won’t be your only trip.”
She went to answer but the car stopped. Tavi was out quick. Aric undid her belt and Tavi reached back a hand to help her out.
Okay, that jet looked small. Slime balls. She wished she had Cranky. At least he was packed in her cabin bag. She wished she’d thought to put her pacifier in that bag too. Not that she was brave enough to bring it out in front of the others. Especially not with Judd and the rest of Beta Team with them.
She wished that Caleb, Aleki and Wolfe could have come. Then Vivi would have come too.
Tavi led her up the stairs of the plane. She tripped, not watching where she was going.
“Careful there, darlin’,” a deep voice drawled from behind her. “Don’t want you hurting yourself before we get on the plane and adding another bump to your noggin’.”
She turned to give Hux a smile. He was easily the most charming of all the members of Beta Team. Judd could be gruff and unyielding, although he was well respected by his team. Beck and Owen were quieter. She hadn’t spoken to them much. Hux was definitely the outgoing one.
“I have her,” Tavi growled.
She stared up in shock at the possessiveness in his voice. Why was he going all caveman on her? Then she realized that Hux had grabbed hold of her hips to steady her.
Hux let go of her slowly and stepped back. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Just didn’t want her to get hurt.”
“No touching. Ours.”
That was the sort of declaration she might expect from Matek, not Tavi. But the look on his face told her he fully meant it. Reaching down, he pulled her up into his arms so her front was pressed against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and stared at Hux with big eyes over Tavi’s shoulder.
Hux, the cheeky bugger, just grinned and gave her a big thumbs up.
Okay, so the private jet might look smaller on the outside compared to the passenger plane she’d flown in to get here, but the inside was surprisingly spacious.
The front was set up more like a normal plane with ten large seats. Four seats faced each other with a table in the middle while the others were in pairs down the other side.
Tavi set her down then led her towards a door at the back. “There are toilets at the front of the airplane, but there’s also a bathroom back here off the bedroom.”
The bedroom held an enormous bed that could easily sleep four people. “When you need to sleep, you can come in here.”
“Wow, it’s amazing.” She didn’t know planes could be this opulent.
“Glad you like it.” He turned her towards him, cupping her face between his hands. “Are you sure we’re okay?”
“Everything is fine between us. I promise. But you know what? I have an idea of how to rid you of any lingering guilt.”
He gave her a suspicious look. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Maybe I should show you. It’s the only way, really.” She gave a decisive nod, barely able to hold back her giggles.
He raised his eyebrows. Oh, he wasn’t buying this at all.
“I’m just going to need to borrow a belt.”
His eyebrows rose. “A belt?”
“Yep. And are there any closets in here?”
“Closets?”
“Aww, poor thing, can’t you keep up?”
“Keep up?”
Oh dear, he did look confused. She’d feel sorry for him if it wasn’t so funny.
“Poor Tavi.” She patted his chest with a sigh. “I know it’s hard to stay focused, but try? For me?”
His gaze narrowed, his face growing stern. There he was. Just a bit more of a push.
“I’m having trouble focusing?”
“Yeah. Seems you’re having difficulty understanding what I’m saying. Have you had these problems before, Tavi?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Actually, it seems that I’ve just developed them recently.”
“That’s odd. I wonder what could be the cause?”
“I wonder. Maybe it’s a bratty little redhead with more sass than good sense?”
“Well, I don’t know anyone like that. Is it your imaginary friend?” she mock-whispered.
“No, brat. It’s you.”
“Me! Now, that’s not very nice. Calling me a brat and sassy and a redhead.”
“You are a redhead.”
“I know, but what has that got to do with anything? You don’t see me calling you a blackhead. Although I could try to squeeze you. See what comes out.” She stared down at his dick.
“Little one,” he growled.
“Hmm?”
“Eyes on mine.”
“Yes? What? Oh right, I forgot we were talking about your guilt and how to get rid of it. All we need is a belt, a closet, and for you to bend over.”
His eyes went so wide that she was worried he was having some kind of seizure.
“You . . . you want me to bend over?”
“Uh-huh, that will make it easier for me to spank you. With the belt.” She gave him a wide smile.
His face went kind of blotchy. Hmm. He reminded her of a volcano about to explode.
“You are not spanking me,” he said in a low, firm voice. Although she could hear the tightness. Was he close to exploding? “The only one who will ever be getting spanked in this relationship is you, understand me?”
She stuck her lower lip out. “Is that negotiable?”
“No, brat. It certainly isn’t.” He groaned. “You are so naughty.” She giggled as he drew her close. “Are you missing our closet time, little one?”
“Maybe a little.”
He bit her lower lip. “I heard you’ve been forbidden from orgasming without one of us with you.”
“Matek is a big meanie.” She looked up at him, pleading. “I don’t really have to stick to that rule, do I?”
“Oh, you do unless you want a spanking that makes the ones I gave you feel like love taps.”
“No fair. You guys don’t give me nearly enough orgasms.”
“My poor little one. Do you need to come?”
He kissed her, his hand moving down to her ass. His other arm was wrapped around her back, his big hand cradling her head gently as he laid five stinging smacks on her ass.
Drawing back, she scowled up at him and rubbed her ass. “Hey! What was that for?”
“Just a reminder of who is in charge.” His face was filled with his usual arrogance, his movements confident. He was back.
She would have patted herself on the back if she could have reached it.
“But if you’re a good girl, I’ll eat you out before your nap.”
Okay, she knew how to be a good girl. Or to pretend that she was.
“Tavi! Pippa!” Aric called out as he walked into the bedroom. “Ooh, is it cuddle time? I love cuddle time.”
Racing in, he pressed himself to her back, sandwiching her between them. She was completely squished.
But damn, she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
“Cuddle time is the best,” Aric told her, nibbling at her neck. “Almost as good as fucking time.”
“Aric,” Tavi warned.
“Sorry,” he said, sounding anything but and making her giggle. “You’re so delicious. I want to eat you all up.” He made growly noises like a bear.
Tavi sighed and she glanced up to find him shaking his head, but a small smile lurked on his lips. “Is there a reason you came looking for us?”
“Huh?” Aric asked as he bit the place where her neck and shoulder met. A shiver raced through her and Tavi stared down at her with knowing eyes.
“Focus, Aric,” Tavi warned.
“Maybe he needs some time in the closet,” she teased.
“I’m there if you are, Poppet,” Aric told her, drawing her back against him. He cupped her breasts then ran his thumbs over her taut nipples. She was wearing a white skirt that went to her calves and a tight, yellow T-shirt with a daisy on the front. She didn’t think she had any suitable clothes for someone who was dating four princes and just hoped she could find some clothes in London.
Clothes shopping. What did a princess even wear? You’re not a princess yet. A pre-princess then. She didn’t have any fashion sense. Clothes were worn to ensure she wasn’t arrested for nudity or to keep her warm. Or because they were super cute and comfy. Like her Batman onesie. She wished she could wear that now.
Not very princess-like.
“I think we’ve lost her, brother,” Aric
said.
“Hmm,” Tavi replied, staring down at her as though he was contemplating something. “I feel like it’s a grave offense to ignore your Doms when they’re in the same room as you. Especially when they’re touching you.”
“I think you’re right,” Aric said with a sigh filled with mock-sadness. “Does that mean we have to punish her?”
Punish her? That wasn’t fair, right?
“Perhaps we need to teach her what happens when she forgets we’re in the room.”
“Grab her attention. I approve, brother.”
“Good. Pick her up.”
Wait. What? Before she could voice any objections, Aric grabbed her under the knees and lifted her. She was held up in the air, her back to his chest, her legs spread out.
“Now, this won’t do. How am I meant to teach you a lesson with all this material in the way?” Tavi pondered. He pushed the skirt up, revealing her panties.
“What are these?” He gave her panties a look reserved for dog shit. “Panties when you’re wearing a skirt? Haven’t we had this talk before?”
“I can’t go around without panties on, Tavi!”
“You will if we command it,” Aric murmured in her ear, the note of playfulness replaced by a dark possessiveness. “Won’t you?”
“Yes, Aric,” she replied. “But um, aren’t I getting heavy for you? You should put me down. We’re about to leave.”
As she spoke, Tavi tucked her skirt into her waistband then grabbed hold of her panties as though he was about to rip them.
“Tavi, no!”
“Is that your safeword?” he asked,
Was she going to say her safeword? Over him ripping her panties? No.
“It would be if they were my Batman ones,” she muttered.
“We’ll buy you more panties, Poppet,” Aric soothed.
Tavi ripped her panties.
She’d kill them. No, better yet, she was going to get Matek to kill them.
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