He stilled. “What?”
She shrugged. “I’ve had a shower, but I haven’t really had the energy to wash and dry it. It’s a lot of work. Maybe I should cut it.”
“No.”
“But I think I’d look cute with a pixie cut.”
“No.”
“It’s my hair,” she protested.
“No.”
“So bossy.”
“Never did get that taste of your pussy.”
“We can’t! You’re injured.”
“Injured, not dead.”
He moved one hand down to her thigh.
“Matek!” she cried.
“Take off your bottoms and panties.”
“I . . . I shouldn’t.”
“Now,” he growled. He felt her shiver against him and knew how turned on she was. Fuck, he loved her. It was more than love, though. It was everything. It felt like the only reason he’d been put on this earth was to take care of her.
“Matek . . .”
“Do what you were told. Or do we need to put more punishments in your notebook? Need to put those last ones you earned in.” He grabbed the notebook, sliding the pen out of the holder and opening it.
“We really don’t have to do that,” she told him.
“That’s odd.”
“What?”
“You haven’t any punishments except for the one from days ago when you called yourself a wuss.”
“What’s so odd about that?”
“You’re so naughty, thought this would be full.”
“Daddy!” she exclaimed.
Fuck. That sounded so good coming from her lips. He drew her hair to one side to nibble up her neck. “Fucking love you calling me that.”
She shivered. “Really?”
“Yep. Don’t want to fuck it up.”
“You won’t.”
“Were you naughty while I was in the hospital?” he asked.
“Nooo, I barely did anything.”
“No lying, minx. Is there anything else you need a spanking for?”
“Fine, Aric and Tavi might have threatened me with a spanking or two, but they never spanked me or wrote it in the notebook therefore it doesn’t count, right?”
“So they threatened and didn’t go through? Have to talk with them.”
“You sure you don’t want to go back to saying nothing at all?” she asked desperately.
Such a brat.
He wrote her punishments in and then left a question mark. He’d talk to his brothers, they needed to learn not to threaten something if they had no intention of not following through.
Even he knew that.
“Still think that notebook is silly. If it goes missing, like maybe falls into one of the hundred fireplaces in this house, then it’s not my fault.”
“It goes missing, your ass will be on fire until we get a new one. You taken off your pants and panties yet?”
She grumbled but carefully shimmied out of them. She accidentally brushed against his leg, but he bit his lip to ensure he didn’t make a sound. Last thing she needed was to feel guilty for hurting him.
She dropped them over the side of the bed. “Happy?”
“Watch your tone, minx,” he growled at her. “Because of that tone, you’re not to come without permission.”
“Nooo, Daddy, that’s not fair.”
“Keep complaining, I’ll just add time on.”
She whimpered but didn’t say anything more.
“Lean back, one leg over my good thigh.”
He waited patiently for her to move into position.
“Nice and still, understand? No coming without permission or that’s another punishment.”
A small groan and he grinned, knowing she couldn’t see him.
“Push your top over your breasts. We need a small chat.”
“About what?” she asked suspiciously. “Why do you like talking now?”
“Never disliked it. Just didn’t have much to say. Now I do. Do as you were told.”
She drew the hoodie and pajama top up, revealing her pert breasts. He cupped them then twisted the nipples.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she said, squirming.
He winced. “Stay still.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t do this. I might hurt you.”
He pinched one nipple, sharp. She cried out, pushing her head back against his chest.
“No moving. Not without permission. Understand?”
“Yes, Matty.”
He wrapped one arm under her breasts, moving the other down her stomach. When he reached her slit, he ran a finger up and down her slick lips.
“Someone is very turned on.”
“Like you didn’t know.”
“Someone likes my bossiness.” He circled her clit slowly. Her breathing quickened. Small whimpers escaped her lips.
“Me!” she cried out. “I confess. I’m someone. It’s me. I like it, okay? Now may I come?”
He had to chuckle. “You’re cute.”
“What does that mean? Do I get to come?”
“Nope. Not yet.”
She groaned.
“Baby, I’ve barely teased you.”
“But I haven’t come in days,” she moaned. “I’m not used to going for days without any.”
He filed that away.
“Gonna need to learn patience,” he grumbled, moving his fingers lower so he could thrust them into her pussy. He drove them back and forth, making her groan.
Then he drew his fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them. The door opened, making her squeal. He quickly pulled up the covers as the therapist walked in. He drew his fingers from his mouth as the woman stood there, gaping at them.
“What is going on in here?” she demanded imperiously. “You can’t be here with my patient.”
He felt the moment his girl started to shrink in on herself. Nope. Not happening.
“Get out,” he commanded.
“But . . . but . . . you are my patient. She could hurt you! And just what are the two of you doing?” The nurse, whose name he hadn’t learned, gave them a disapproving look, her lips pinching together.
“Get. Out. Now,” he roared, watching as she took a step back. “You’re fired.” He’d never normally speak that way to a woman. Mostly, he ignored people. But this bitch had no right to speak to his girl like that.
“You . . . you can’t fire me. Prince Kassim—”
“Will fire you for daring to speak to his betrothed that way. Out. Now.”
“B-betrothed?” the woman stared at Pippa. “Her?”
“That’s it,” he said in a menacing voice.
“Matek, stop,” Pippa told him. Then she turned to the woman. “You heard him. Get out. You’re fired. You’ll leave immediately. We’ll pay you the hours you have worked but we will not give you a reference. Go.”
He smiled. There was his girl. She sounded calm. In control. Even though he’d just had his fingers in her pussy and she was naked from the waist down.
His girl was fierce.
“I . . . I . . . you have no right!”
“I have every right,” Pippa said. “Leave.”
“I’ll be talking to Prince Kassim about this!” She turned and left.
“Losing my touch,” he said.
“How’s that?”
“Used to be, it only took one look from me to send someone running in terror.”
“Aw, poor baby. Not so scary anymore.”
“should be scared of me, minx. Just remember, my arms aren’t injured.”
She shivered. “Yes, Daddy Matty.”
“Was proud of you just now. And fucking turned on. That deserves a reward.”
He heard her breathing catch. “The sort of reward where I get to come?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I should lock the door.”
“She won’t be back.” And if he knew his brothers, they’d be here soon. They might just appreciate the view. He dropped the blanket and went back t
o playing with her nipples. She was tense to begin with, watching the door and he thought about telling her to lock it. But her body gradually relaxed and he moved his fingers down to her pussy, driving them in and out of her passage then drawing them up to his mouth.
“Fuck. You taste so good. Need to get my mouth on your pussy, have your taste on my tongue.”
“Matek!”
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered as his fingers speared her again. This time he moved his other hand to her clit, circling it with his finger.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“I want to feel you squeezing my fingers. Come now.”
She threw her head back with a cry as her orgasm washed through her, leaving her panting and shaking. Fuck, she was glorious.
He drew his fingers away from her. “That’s it. Good girl. Such a good girl.”
The door opened again and she squealed but this time, it was only Aric and Tavi.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Aric asked, strolling in while Tavi leaned against the door, watching them hungrily. Aric moved to the side of the bed, staring down at their semi-naked girl. “Damn you look fucking hot, Poppet.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You look a lot better than you have lately,” Tavi added with a grin. “Someone is rocking a post-orgasm glow.”
“I feel better.”
“We can see that.” Aric winked. “Go, Matek.”
“I, um, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been the last few days. I’ve been feeling really guilty over what happened to Matek.”
“Matek getting hurt wasn’t your fault, little one,” Tavi told her gently.
“It kind of was, though. I was told not to run off from Aric and Beck. Aric even said not to cross the road without holding his hand. And I forgot all of that when I saw Matek standing there.”
Aric sat next to them and cupped the side of her face. “Yeah, you disobeyed me. But nobody expects perfection. Getting used to bodyguards and rules around what to do or not to do isn’t easy. Nobody is mad at you.”
“I’m mad at me,” she whispered. “And I deserve a punishment for breaking the rules.”
“Well, yes, that’s normally what happens, but—”
“No buts,” Matek said with a grumble. “She broke the rules and will get a punishment. It will help erase her guilt.”
Both Aric and Tavi nodded.
“I’m just glad you’re back with us, Poppet.” Aric leaned forward to lick his tongue over her nipple. “And I’m really glad to see you like this.”
She moaned and Matek drove his fingers back into her. “Both of you have been threatening to punish her without following through. She needs follow-through to feel safe.”
“You’re right,” Tavi agreed, leaning back against the door and watching as both Matek and Aric played with her.
“And when did she last eat? She’s lost weight.”
“It’s not their fault,” she said.
“Hush,” Matek told her.
“Excuse me!” she huffed.
“Would you like Tavi and Aric to give you that spanking you’ve earned now?”
“No, no, I wouldn’t,” she said hastily.
That’s what he’d thought. He glanced over at Tavi. He’d expected more from him. He had more experience than Aric with having a sub under their care, especially a Little.
Tavi sighed. “You’re right to be upset. But we’ve been doing everything we can to get her to eat. She retreated into Little headspace and we couldn’t get her out.”
Matek gave them a nod. He understood, but that didn’t mean that this could continue. She’d take care of herself or she would allow them to.
End of story.
“It’s not their fault. It’s mine.”
“Nobody’s fault,” Matek said. “But it won’t continue. From now on, you don’t skip meals. Or hide your feelings from us. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy Matty. I understand.”
“Good, now I want you to sit on my face.”
She froze. “What?”
“You heard me.” He looked to Aric. “Help her up so I can lie down.”
Aric’s eyebrows rose in amusement. “Yes, boss. You sure you’re allowed to do this? Is it part of your recovery plan? Would your guard dog get on my case?”
“She might offer to spank you,” Tavi offered.
Aric shuddered. “The way she looks at me, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“What?” Pippa asked, pulling away from him. “What do you mean, the way she looks at you?”
“Like he’s ground beef and she wants a burger,” Tavi said with a grin.
“Nice imagery there, bro. Although she is very hungry looking.” Aric shuddered. “She grabbed my ass earlier today.”
“I’m going to kill her,” Pippa snarled as Aric lifted her off Matek. “Let me go, Aric. Let me at her! I’ll teach her to touch my man.”
“Aww, Poppet, are you going to defend my honor? I’m so touched.” Aric touched his hand to his chest.
“Let me down.”
“That’s not happening.”
“It is happening! I’m going to kick her ass.” Her fists moved through the air, as though she was some sort of champion boxer.
Matek smiled. Damn, she was so fucking cute. Enough of this, though. She was going to wear herself out. And he wanted to be the one to do that.
“Pippa, calm,” he said firmly.
She glared over at him. “I wanna kick her ass.”
“No.”
She huffed out a breath, crossing her arms over her chest. The hoodie had fallen down, covering her entirely.
“You’re not going near her. She’s gone now,” Matek reminded her.
“She is?” Aric asked.
“Fired her,” Matek replied.
“You did?” Tavi asked. “Don’t you need her?”
“What the fuck do I need her for?”
“If he needs anything I can get it for him,” Pippa said.
“Aww, thanks, baby. Right now, what I really need is your pussy over my face.”
She went bright red at the reminder.
“Since you’ve been naughty and delayed my treat, you need to be punished, though.”
“Wow, Matek is really taking to this Dom stuff,” Aric mock-whispered to Tavi.
Tavi shrugged. “He’s always had it in him, guess he just needed the right sub.”
“Found her,” Matek replied. “Aric, get lube and a butt plug.”
Aric grinned. “Oh, hell yes! I have the perfect one too. We bought it the other day.”
“What!” Pippa screeched. “No. Way.”
“Yes. While I’m eating you out, Aric is going to plug you,” Matek told her.
“I don’t want to be plugged,” she wailed.
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Tavi watched as Pippa’s face filled with a mix of arousal and trepidation. Something shifted inside him. Satisfaction. Happiness.
This is what they all wanted. Thank God his plan had worked and Matek had gotten through to her because he didn’t know what they were going to do otherwise. And he had really been starting to worry about her health.
Aric returned quickly from their room with lube and a plug. Pippa’s eyes widened comically. Tavi had to hide a grin as he saw the butt plug. It was black and squat and the end of it was molded into the shape of a bat.
Poor little one. Not that he actually felt sorry for her. They’d spoken about her limits, and anal play hadn’t been one.
Stepping forward, he lifted her off the bed as Matek grunted, shifting down the bed onto his back.
“You ready for this, little one?” he asked as he stripped off the hoodie and her pajama top, leaving her naked.
“She’s cold,” Matek told him.
“We’ll have to keep her warm, won’t we?” Tavi asked, moving behind her and cupping her breasts with his hands.
She moaned, leaning back against him. He lightly played with her nipples while Aric set th
e lube and plug down on the bedside table.
“Spread your legs,” Tavi commanded. “Then reach down and show Aric how wet you are.”
“What? I can’t do that.”
He pinched her nipples, making her cry out.
“Wrong answer, little one,” he growled.
Aric came and knelt in front of her. He stared up at her with a stern expression on his face. “Show me.”
She glanced at Matek, who didn’t say anything.
“Don’t look to Matek,” Tavi growled. “He won’t save you.”
“She often does that, doesn’t she?” Aric looked up at Tavi. “Thinks that one of us will save her from the other.”
“Especially with Matek. Because he’s a big softie for her.” Tavi hid his grin as Matek growled.
“Nothing soft about me,” Matek muttered.
“That’s true,” Pippa added, staring over at Matek. “You’re very, very hard, Matty.”
He grunted with satisfaction.
“He’s a grumpy ass with everyone else, but with you he’s marshmallow. However, that doesn’t mean he’ll intervene in your punishments,” Tavi told her.
“Or allow you to do anything detrimental to your health and safety,” Aric added.
“Even if you pout,” Matek added firmly.
“Is she pouting?” Tavi asked.
“Sure is,” Aric replied.
“Am not.”
“Hmm, being disobedient and trying to get out of a punishment. That’s very naughty.”
“Hey!” she protested. “You’re making it sound way worse than it is.”
“Goodness, someone is racking up the punishments,” Aric teased.
“We need to start working through some of these punishments,” Tavi said sternly. “Since you just earned another fifteen. You can bend over and take fifteen smacks to your delicious ass. Or you can be denied an orgasm.”
“What? What sort of choice is that?” she wailed.
He had to bite his lip to hide his smile. He noticed Aric looking away and knew he likely had the same problem.
“Well? What’s it to be, little one?” Tavi asked.
“That’s no choice.”
“We’ll make the decision for you soon,” Aric warned.
“Orgasm denial or spanking?” Tavi pressed.
Urgh. The asses.
Seriously? Who came up with that sort of ultimatum? No orgasm or a spanking? And they expected her to decide?
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