Claimed by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  She slid to her knees, putting the notebook down on the floor. “Please, Sir, don’t do that. I need this job.”

  “Miss Jones, I can’t allow this to continue without punishment.”

  “You’d punish me, Sir?”

  “If it’s the only way you will learn.”

  “Maybe I can do something for you instead, Sir.”

  “And what would that be?”

  She licked her lips then reached out to touch the big bulge pressing against his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Perhaps I could take care of this for you, Sir?”

  “Are you sure you can handle it?”

  Could she handle it?

  “Only one way to find out, Sir.”

  “Very well, Miss Jones. You may remove my cock from my pants.”

  Her hands were trembling as she released the button and drew down the zipper slowly. Beneath the pants, he wore black boxers.

  “Miss Jones, before you take out my cock, please go lock the door.”

  The door? What? Oh, fuck. The door!

  She jumped to her feet then wobbled on the high heels that Aric had chosen for her. Damn him.

  “Careful.” Kassim reached out and steadied her. “Slowly.”

  “Yes, Sir. Sorry.” She walked over to the door and locked it. Then she let out a deep breath. She really needed to start remembering to lock doors. Turning, she moved back around the desk to find that Kassim had pulled down his pants and boxers so that his dick was revealed.

  Oh, and it was a thing of beauty. Long and thick. With a wide head.

  “Miss Jones.”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “You’re staring at my cock. Am I to take it that you like it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Then get down on your knees and take it into your mouth.”

  The order moved through her. She had this overriding need to obey. Yet, at the same time she felt powerful. Because she could see how much this gorgeous, strong man was turned on.

  He wanted her.

  Boring, nobody Pippa.

  She didn’t know why. But that hard-on was for her. And she wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

  Kneeling, she leaned in as he held his dick out to her and she licked over the head.

  He made a growling noise as she took the head into her mouth, sucking strongly. Then she drew back before licking her way down the shaft. She peered up to find him staring at her, watching.

  “You are beautiful, Miss Jones. Absolutely stunning.”

  She wasn’t, but the words filled her with sweet sunshine. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “No need to thank me for the truth. I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect woman for me and my brothers.” Then as if he realized the role he was meant to be playing, his face grew sterner. “But you’re not sucking.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I’ll do better.”

  She took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could manage, taking him deep. A murmur of pleasure came from her and she heard his sharply drawn-in breath. She bobbed up and down on his dick, loving the feel of him, the way small moans left his lips.

  “Your mouth is spectacular. It’s warm and wet. Hot. So hot. That’s it, take me deep. I’m going to warn you before I come so you can pull back if you need to.”

  Pull back? Why would she want to do that? She wanted to taste him. To drink him down.

  She took him even deeper then swallowed.

  “More, Miss Jones. More.”

  She could feel the tension in his thighs, heard his breathing growing faster. She increased her movements. Her jaw was starting to ache but she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

  “I’m going to come.”

  She didn’t move away. And when he came in her mouth, her hums of pleasure mixed with his groans. Gradually, she drew back, licking at his dick like a contented cat. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling the loose bun apart.

  “That was amazing, Miss Jones. Thank you.”

  She leaned her head on his thigh and stared up at him with a smile. “Thank you, Sir. For taking the time to make me see the error of my ways.”

  That rated her a smile and she couldn’t be prouder. Right now, he was less guarded than she had ever seen him.

  “Please stand,” he commanded, holding out a hand. She took it and let him draw her up onto her feet. To her surprise, he pulled her onto his lap. She curled up, sighing with delight.

  Kassim held her tight, giving her time to come back into herself.

  “How do you feel after that scene, tamiya?”

  Scene? “I didn’t really think about it being a scene.”

  “No? Maybe because we didn’t negotiate much beforehand.”

  “Did we have to? I didn’t see it as a scene because, well, it just felt natural and right.”

  “Hmm, so it seems right and natural for me to order you to your knees to take my cock into your mouth?” he said in a teasing voice.

  “Yeah. Pretty much.” She grinned, loving this side of him.

  But then she sobered, because there was something that had been niggling at her, that she just had to ask him.

  “Kassim?”

  “Yes?”

  “I just wondered, I mean I . . .” She sucked in a breath. “Why did you guys never steal me?”

  His mouth dropped open.

  “It’s a tradition, right? And I just wondered why,” she finished lamely, trying not to let him see how it hurt her.

  He grasped hold of her chin with his hand. “We didn’t bride steal you because I am an idiot.”

  That wasn’t what she’d expected.

  “Aric suggested it, right at the beginning, and I shot him down. I thought you wouldn’t like it because you weren’t Escanaian. I didn’t want to scare you away. You were my assistant and I didn’t want to take advantage of you. Then after you were attacked, I thought it might put a bigger target on your back. I told myself and my brothers that we would wait until your attacker was found. But I’m starting to think my reasons were more selfish. That I couldn’t let go of control of Escana for that long.” He shook his head, looking deeply upset.

  “Hey, Kassim.” She cupped her face between her hands. “Look at me.”

  She waited until he stared down at her.

  “That’s fucking ridiculous.”

  His eyes widened.

  “You’re the least selfish person I know. You dedicate your life to running Escana. To doing what is right. You spend your time worrying over your brothers, over me. You never take time for yourself. You’re not selfish.”

  “Miss Jones, that’s not true.”

  “It is true,” she told him fiercely.

  “If we had stolen you then you would have had better protection. You wouldn’t have been hurt, nearly run over.”

  “You don’t know what would have happened. You did what you thought was best. That’s all you can ever do.”

  “Perhaps,” he sighed.

  Concern filled her as she studied him. He had dark marks under his eyes and his face was drawn.

  “You haven’t been taking care of yourself,” she accused.

  “I think that makes two of us, tamiya,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “Have you been eating?”

  “Have you?” she countered.

  “We’re a fine pair, aren’t we?” he mused. “I’ve been neglecting your care.”

  “Kassim,” she said on a sigh. “I’m going to say this and hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but you can’t control everything. And because of that, not everything that goes wrong is your fault. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

  “Hmm, clearly.”

  She flushed. “I haven’t felt like eating. I know I’ve been running from my guilt by going into Little space. I’m going to work on not hiding when things go wrong. Will you do the same?”

  He sighed. “You’re right. As the oldest it’s always been my responsibility to take care of my brothers.”

  “In case you haven
’t noticed, they’re grown men who can take care of themselves. And maybe you need to learn to let people help you, to look after you once in a while.”

  He frowned. “I’ve always believed that letting someone help is a weakness.”

  “I get that, but sometimes letting someone help takes a lot of courage. And that can’t be a weakness, right? We don’t care if you mess up, Kassim. That’s life. Mistakes are life. We just want you with us. We all love you, Kassim.”

  He stiffened. “Do you?”

  “Do I what?”

  “Love me?”

  Whoops. She hadn’t intended to say it like that. But she wouldn’t deny it.

  “I love you, Kassim. I want you with me for a long, long time. Please don’t work yourself into an early grave, or pull back away from me when things go wrong.”

  A fierce look came over his face. “You realize you are never getting away from me now.”

  “Good,” she replied.

  He kissed her. It was a kiss of possession and love. She melted in his arms, letting him lead. Like always. She knew Kassim would always need to be in charge. And she was fine with that. As long as he let her take care of him sometimes.

  Drawing back, he gave her an arrogant look. “You love me. You are mine.”

  “Yours,” she whispered. She licked her lips. Would he say it back? “And you’re mine.”

  A small smile tipped up the ends of his mouth. “I am yours. Because you are my heart. My life. I love you, Pippa.”

  She leaned up to kiss him this time. Of course, he didn’t let her have control for long.

  When he pulled back, he cupped the side of her face. “I will try to let you and the others in more. Perhaps let my brothers take on more tasks.” He made a face. “I’m not sure they’ll do anything to my standards.”

  “I know. You can take it in small steps. Nobody expects miracles,” she teased.

  “Brat.” He tickled her sides while she squirmed and squealed.

  Then he stopped and gently grasped her chin, tilting her head back. “Now, we need to talk about you.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. You brought in your naughty notebook. Shall we see what is in there?”

  “I don’t think we have to. Let’s not and just say we did, huh?”

  He huffed out a breath. “That isn’t how this is going, tamiya.”

  “Drat. You know, I’m feeling so much better now. No guilt.”

  “Is that so? Have you been sleeping well?” He ran a finger under her eye and she knew she best not attempt to lie.

  “Not really.”

  “Nightmares? Trouble getting to sleep?”

  “Both,” she confessed.

  “And eating?”

  “I can’t seem to stomach food other than those protein drinks. And I’ve been avoiding dealing with anyone by using Little space as a safe haven but that’s all over now.”

  “It is?”

  “Uh-huh, Matek, Aric, Tavi and I . . . um, well we . . .”

  He raised both eyebrows. “You what? Climbed into bed with Matek and then fired his physical therapist when she objected?”

  She flinched. Then she remembered what Aric said. “She was getting handsy with Aric.”

  “She was?”

  “She grabbed his butt.” She narrowed her eyes. “She’s going down.”

  “Going down?” he asked with amusement.

  “Uh-huh.” She whacked her fist into the palm of her hand. “Down. You don’t think I can do it?”

  “I’m sure you can, tamiya.” He tapped her nose warningly. “However, you won’t.”

  “Why not? She deserves it.”

  “Well, for one, I paid her out and she’s gone.”

  “Really? I thought you might be mad at us firing her.”

  “I never expected her to last long. Matek is a terrible patient. But also, you won’t do anything because I won’t risk any harm to you.”

  “I could totally own her ass.”

  “While it’s amusing to hear you talk like this, I’m afraid a princess doesn’t own people’s asses.”

  Oh. That sucked. But he was right. She had to get used to being a princess.

  “Sorry. That wasn’t very princess-like.”

  “No need to apologize. There’s only us here. But you’re to forget about her, all right? I was interested to hear you were in bed with Matek, though.”

  “Aric and Tavi set that up,” she muttered. “They were worried about me.”

  “With good reason.” He sighed. “Instead of throwing myself into work and finding whoever is after you, I should have paid more attention to your health.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “You’re pale and you’ve lost weight. You aren’t sleeping. You needed me. I wasn’t there. That is going to change, though. Starting with dealing with whatever is in your naughty notebook.”

  26

  Kassim watched with amusement as her mouth dropped open.

  His brothers were interfering idiots. But he was grateful that they were.

  His belief that he had to do everything and do it perfectly was a strength and a weakness. He’d known he needed to pull himself out of the dark place he’d gone, but hadn’t been sure how.

  The curvy, beautiful woman on his lap was just what he needed to distract himself from his obsessive thoughts. He wasn’t instantly going to become laidback and relax his rigid rules. But he could work on it. And he could turn some of his attention back to her.

  She needed him.

  That’s what he had to remember. That her needs weren’t just related to her physical safety. That if he made a mistake, her feelings towards him wouldn’t change.

  She loved him.

  It seemed they had been doing something similar, just in different ways.

  That had to stop.

  Now he had to see to her. In whatever way she needed.

  He reached for the notebook and she slammed her hand down on top of his.

  “We don’t need to look at that,” she said desperately. “We can just snuggle. Don’t you like snuggling with me?”

  “I love snuggling with you,” he told her, amused at himself for using a word he was pretty sure he’d never uttered before in his life. “We can do this for as long as you need. But we also need to take care of what’s in this notebook, don’t we? Now, remove your hand.”

  A huge sigh erupted from her, making him smile.

  “Why didn’t I get rid of the notebook? It wouldn’t have taken much. All I needed to do was find a fire and throw it in. But nooo, I had to bring it in here. Now, my butt is doomed.”

  So dramatic. And cute.

  “If you had destroyed this notebook, you wouldn’t have liked the consequences.”

  “But you wouldn’t be able to give me any of the punishments in it,” she replied.

  “Believe me,” he murmured, “you would be getting all of them and more.”

  He loved the shiver that ran through her. Naughty little subbie. He opened the notebook. “Hmm, seems there are a few punishments to take care of. Let’s see. There’s the punishment for calling yourself a wuss on the plane. Then there is a punishment for refusing to eat.”

  “That shouldn’t count!”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I was in Little headspace.”

  “You don’t think you can get punishments while Little?”

  “Well, I think that should be a thing. That could be a thing, right?” She gave him a hopeful look.

  “That is most certainly not a thing,” he told her sternly. “Your punishments in Little space might be slightly different, but they will be in accordance with your crime.”

  “It’s not a crime not to eat.”

  “But it risks your health, which is against your rules. Although, I wouldn’t worry too much. The punishment for not eating this time won’t be too harsh. You weren’t doing it to be naughty.”

  “Oh, good.”

  “I’ll expect a five-hundred-word essay tomor
row evening. It will be handwritten. And the topic is why it is important for your health to eat. You will present the essay here in my office wearing clothing similar to what you have on now. Any mistakes will incur further punishment. One spank per mistake.”

  “Hey, that isn’t fair.”

  “Fine, we’ll make it two spanks per mistake.”

  “All right, all right. Sheesh. I’m not going to sit well for a long time, am I?”

  He studied her carefully. “If you tell me that you really don’t need a spanking, I won’t give you one. Yes, you disobeyed the rules. But I didn’t tell you that you were in danger. I think it would only be fair to give you the option, this once, of telling me that you don’t need the punishment. That you can walk out of here and no longer feel guilty over what happened.”

  She was silent for a long time, obviously thinking that through.

  “I can’t tell you that. I . . . I need the punishment to let go of the guilt.” She’d dropped her gaze as she admitted that. But he didn’t want her to be ashamed of her needs.

  He tilted her head back. “There is no shame in asking for help. I think you’ve made the right decision. It’s not healthy to keep punishing yourself the way you have been. This way, you take a punishment and you’ll let this go. Understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. We’ll take care of your other punishments at the same time. Start the slate clean, although I’m sure it won’t be long until you’re filling up that notebook.”

  She groaned at his teasing.

  He stood with her in his arms and walked over to the large sofa in front of the fireplace, which someone had lit. If he was going to have her strip, he needed to ensure that she was warm.

  The sofa faced the fireplace and there was a plush rug on the floor. It was rather romantic, although that wasn’t the reason he’d brought her over here. He thought the last thing she’d feel like after this punishment was sex.

  Even if he was hard again. Something he didn’t think would happen so quickly after that blow job. This was all her. Pippa.

  His woman.

  Theirs.

  Nothing had ever felt more right. Or perfect.

  Sitting, he held her on his lap and just stared at the fire for a moment.

  “Kassim? If you don’t want to do this . . .”

  “No. It is not that. I just don’t want you to see me as the disciplinarian. Or not just as the disciplinarian. Or as the leader. Or a prince. Or your Dom and Daddy. I want you to see me as your man.”