Claimed by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  Ohhh.

  “But I’m fine, Daddy. And Daddy T and Daddy A thought it was a good idea too.” She was totally not above throwing them to the wolves. Well, in this case, Kassim.

  “I’ll be having a word with them too. But they don’t feel the cold like you do and as soon as you started to feel chilled, you should have come inside.” He’d finished soaping her up and was now washing her off.

  She sighed. “I was having fun, Daddy.”

  “I don’t want to ruin your fun, tamiya. I just want you to be healthy while you have fun. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She looked down.

  “Hey.” He grasped hold of her chin, raising her face. “Don’t look so sad. I’m glad you were having a good time. Do you like your playroom?”

  “Uh-huh. Aric said you did the tea area, thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome,” he told her, kissing her gently.

  After climbing out of the shower, he dried them both off. Then he dressed her in his robe and led her into the bedroom and over to the corner.

  “Nose in the corner, bottom pushed out. I won’t make you do it naked since you got so chilled but normally you’d be naked or your pants would be down over your ass. I’m going to get dressed then grab you some clothes. You’re to stay there until I give you permission to move. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  She stood there for hours. Seriously. Okay, it was likely ten minutes. But still, there were so many other things she could be doing other than standing in the corner thinking about all the things she’d rather be doing.

  “Right, tamiya,” Kassim said sternly. “Come here, please.”

  Turning, she walked towards where he sat on the edge of the bed. Her body screamed at her to run. But her brain cautioned against that. She didn’t want to add to her spanking.

  Kassim patted his lap and helped her onto it. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sitting on his lap but rather lying over it, with her hands and legs dangling down on either side.

  “Daddy, can’t we talk about this,” she said hastily.

  “We can,” he said as he raised the bottom of the robe up over her butt.

  “With my butt covered?” she asked desperately.

  “Hm, no.”

  Wow, he thought about that answer for ages.

  “Tell me why you were in the corner,” he said.

  “Because I was using a water pistol inside when I wasn’t supposed to be,” she muttered.

  “And why is that bad?”

  “Because I could get some of the fancy stuff in this house wet.”

  He’d been rubbing her bottom but paused at that. “Do you really think I am worried about the things in this house?”

  “Um, yes?” she asked, feeling like that might be a trick question. Was that not what he was worried about?

  He sighed. “None of the items in this house are anywhere near as important as you are.”

  Aw. That was sweet.

  “If you get water on the floor, then you could slip and hurt yourself.”

  Was that really what he was worried about? But . . .

  “I could slip outside too. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of clumsy.”

  “I’ve noticed,” he said dryly.

  “Hey!” she protested, even though she’d been the one to say it first.

  “So you’re saying that you shouldn’t be allowed to walk around without someone to help you? That idea has merit.”

  “That’s not what I’m saying.” She twisted so she could glare over her shoulder at him.

  He looked down at her with amusement. Shoot. She slumped down. “I’m sorry for using the water gun inside and getting you and Judd wet. It’s just that the Penguin is really sneaky and I was trying to sneak up on him to save the day.”

  “I understand how difficult your job is,” he replied solemnly. “But my job is keeping you safe. And healthy. Yes, Aric and Tavi should have thought about how cold you might get, but equally, you should have told them.”

  “Sorry, Daddy,” she said in a quiet voice, knowing he was right.

  “How is your bottom feeling after last night?”

  She thought about telling him that it was really sore, but that was outright lying and not nice.

  “It’s okay, Daddy.”

  “Good. It’s going to be a count of ten.”

  Ten? Okay, that wasn’t so bad.

  He smacked his hand with steady spanks. Hard. But not fast. He moved his hand around so it never hit the same spot twice. By smack number six she was starting to squirm. By number eight, she was sobbing.

  “Please stop, Daddy! Please!”

  “Two more. These will hurt.”

  He gave them to her quickly, but she still let out a screech of shock as pain flooded her. Her bottom throbbed.

  Turning her over, he helped her climb onto his lap so she was facing him. Then he ran his hand up and down her back. She sniffled, but she wasn’t actually crying as she rested her head against his chest. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “I just want you to look after yourself. We’d all be devastated if something happened to you.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and they sat there for a long time.

  “I suppose I should let you get back to work,” she said, trying to pull back off his lap.

  Kassim held her in place and she gave him a curious look. “Actually, I am in the mood for a tea party. What do you think?”

  She gave him a wide smile. “I think that sounds like fun.”

  His phone ringing made him sigh. “One moment.” Setting her aside, he walked over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

  “Marcus? Everything is well?”

  Her eyebrows rose. Marcus was the stuffy but kind household manager at the palace.

  “It’s missing? What do you mean?” Kassim frowned.

  Dread filled her. What was missing?

  “Actually, I can think of an explanation. My mother probably borrowed it. No, don’t concern yourself, I will ask her. I can’t think of any other explanation. Yes. Good. Thank you.”

  He ended the call.

  “Everything okay?”

  He smiled gently. “Of course.” Then he sighed. “Actually, no.”

  Okay, that shocked her. Usually he was all about shielding her from everything.

  “I asked Marcus to retrieve my grandmother’s necklace from the vault and ready it for when we returned.”

  Vault? There was a vault?

  Mind. Blown.

  Well, where do you expect them to keep the fancy stuff they don’t want you breaking?

  “But he can’t find it.”

  “Oh no,” she gasped.

  “It will be fine. I’m certain my mother borrowed it. I just wanted to have it ready when we arrived home. For you.”

  “Me?”

  “I thought it would look rather beautiful on you. And it is a special piece to me. I adored my grandmother. I can remember her wearing that necklace. She was a kind, amazing woman with a mischievous side around close family. You remind me of her.”

  She doubted it. But damn that was sweet.

  She threw herself into his arms. “Love you, Kassim.”

  “I love you too, Pippa.”

  * * *

  When they walked into the playroom, she let out a gasp of shock as she took in the table set for a tea party.

  Because now it didn’t just hold some plates and cups, there was a teapot, as well as a three-tiered cake stand holding scones with cream and jam, tiny finger sandwiches, and little cupcakes.

  She clapped her hands in delight. “Daddy! How did you do this?”

  “I picked it up on our way home then had Ian set it up. You like it?”

  “Yes! Yes!” She danced her way over to the table.

  “I hope you don’t mind this being our first date, tamiya,” he told her as he walked quickly forward to pull out a chair for her.

  She gave him a sly s
mile. “You mean that our play in your office wasn’t our first date?”

  Leaning down, he kissed her forehead. “It can be if you like.”

  He picked up a cloth napkin and placed it over her lap. Then to her delight, he did the same for the fluffy bunny sitting to her right and the pink pig to her left.

  “Actually, Daddy, I think this is a perfect first date.”

  He smiled as he took his seat across from her. “Me too.”

  She reached over for the teapot.

  “Careful,” he warned. “It could be hot. Let me pour. All right?”

  “Okay, Daddy. Ooh, I don’t know what to eat first.” She stared at the food.

  “Well, best you choose something. I think Mr. Pig looks rather hungry.”

  She nodded. “Pigs do like their food.” Reaching out, she grabbed a scone. “Ooh, this looks delicious. What do you want, Daddy?”

  Most men might have felt self-conscious or weird sitting at a table with stuffed toys and sipping tea from a pink teacup, but if Kassim felt that way he wasn’t letting on.

  He took a sip of tea, holding the cup perfectly. She picked up her teacup and tried to copy what he was doing, but she felt so self-conscious. As she took a sip, some of it spilled down her chin.

  She was a great big mess. She reached for the scone on her plate, taking a bite and a dollop of cream fell on her lap. Kassim had already bitten into a sandwich without even leaving a crumb.

  She let out a sniffle.

  He froze then stared over at her in concern. “Tamiya, what is it?”

  “I can’t even have a pretend tea party without making a mess,” she wailed. “I’m never going to be a perfect princess.”

  “Who said you had to be a perfect princess?” he asked, setting his teacup down.

  “I don’t know what cutlery to use. Every time I eat, I drop something. I’m always tripping over stuff. What am I going to do? Are there lessons on how to be a princess?”

  He pushed his chair away from the table. Was he leaving? Had she scared him away?

  But he didn’t stand.

  “Come here, tamiya,” he commanded, holding out a hand.

  Standing, she walked over and let him pull her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

  “Tell me all your worries about being a princess.” That wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She thought he might immediately dismiss her concerns.

  “I don’t know how to dress right or talk right. I’m messy and clumsy and I’m just scared I’m going to embarrass you all.”

  “All right. Let’s address one thing at a time. If you don’t know how to dress then Aric will help you or we will hire someone to give you advice. Whatever you feel more comfortable with. Messy and clumsy? None of us care if you’re messy or clumsy. And if we’re with other people, one of us will always be close by. You can grab hold of us if you feel like you’re about to fall. And if you spill something, we’ll help you clean up.

  “As for talking right, the way you speak is just fine. You’ve been my assistant for over a year, you handle people perfectly. You’re calm and sweet and thoughtful. You’re loyal, you care for people and you care about Escana. What more could we want in a princess? Oh yes, for you to love us. Which you do. Nobody expects perfection. All we want is for you to be you.”

  She let out a small sigh.

  “And there is no way that you could ever embarrass us, understand me?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead. “Now, would you like to stay on my knee while we finish our tea party? Or go back to your own seat?”

  “Well, Mr. Piggy is looking rather jealous. I’m thinking he’d like to sit on your lap, Daddy.”

  “Mr. Piggy is lucky to have a seat of his own. A pig at a tea party, whatever will happen next!” he said in a scandalized voice.

  She giggled then gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks, Daddy. You always make me feel better.”

  “That means I’m doing my job right.”

  “You must have a really good boss,” she said solemnly.

  “She’s tough but fair. And cute. Very cute.”

  30

  “What are we doing for our date?” she asked Aric as he led her into his bedroom. “Are we having it in here?”

  “Yep.”

  She put her hands on her hips, giving him a sassy look. “You know sex isn’t considered a date, right?”

  He put a hand on his chest, giving her an offended look. “I do believe I was just insulted.”

  The look she gave him told him she wasn’t buying it.

  Aric grinned. “All right, you got me. This isn’t exactly a standard sort of date. But then, I am not a standard sort of man.”

  “I guess that’s true.” She gave him an admiring look that had him puffing up like a rooster.

  He drew the blanket off the bed and set it on the floor, along with some pillows.

  “Sit,” he told her, moving to the closet.

  “If this date involves a butt plug, I’m going to be really annoyed.”

  He laughed. He knew she secretly loved when he plugged her. He grabbed the champagne chilling in an ice bucket that he’d stuck in there, along with two glasses and a packet of cards. Sitting, he set everything down.

  “What are the cards for?” she asked

  “How do you feel about a game of strip poker?”

  * * *

  Well. This wasn’t the way he’d thought his night would go. He stared down at himself. His near-naked self.

  “How did this happen?”

  Pippa suddenly burst into snickers. She laughed so hard, she slid onto her back, holding her stomach.

  He gave her a mock-glare. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a card shark?”

  Sitting up, she wiped her eyes. “Why would I tell you? It was obvious you thought you were going to win and that I would be the one sitting here naked while you got to perv at me. This will teach you to never underestimate me.”

  Well. He couldn’t argue with that.

  “How did you learn to play poker?”

  “My dad taught me. Every Saturday night, he’d meet up with his friends at one of their houses and they would play. Now, come on. Off they come.” She gestured at his boxers. With a sigh, he stood and slid them down. He wasn’t really that disappointed by his plans being ruined. Especially not when she stared at him like she was starving and he was an all-you-can-eat dessert bar.

  Instead of sitting again, he grabbed his dick, running his hand up and down the shaft.

  “Have you ever, um . . .” she trailed off, going red.

  “Have I ever what?”

  “Have you ever masturbated in front of someone?”

  This was a day for surprises.

  “No, I haven’t. Do you want to see me masturbate, Poppet?”

  She licked her lips. “Maybe.”

  Oh, he’d say definitely.

  “Will you return the favor?” he asked.

  She went bright red. “I don’t . . . I don’t think I could.”

  His shy baby. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling and she took the second glass of champagne that he’d poured her and gulped it down.

  Hmm. He was glad she didn’t know how much that particular vintage cost.

  “But I could try.”

  Smiling, he sat with his back against the bed. Then he spread his legs and took his cock in hand again. “Why don’t you strip for me?”

  Standing, she wobbled slightly and he worried she might have drunk too much. Then again, even when she was sober she wasn’t exactly steady on her feet. But she didn’t fall over. She stripped off her top and bra, revealing her breasts.

  Fuck. He squeezed the base of his dick. He didn’t want to come too quickly.

  She pulled off her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “Good girl.”

  She rolled her eyes. Sassy brat.

  “Come here,” he said huskily.

 
; She stepped over to where he sat.

  “Down here.”

  Pippa slid onto her knees. Well, more like crashed onto them. Ouch. That must have hurt.

  “Cup your breasts, offer me your nipples.”

  Her breathing quickened and she held up her breasts. Leaning forward, he suckled on one nipple then the other.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured to her. “Now, why don’t you sit back there and watch. Make sure you keep your legs spread though.”

  Even though she’d been the one to suggest this, he was going to take control.

  She moved back a couple of feet, her gaze riveted on where he was tugging at his dick. Hm, who knew this would be such a turn-on? But there was something about her watching him that was pushing his own arousal higher.

  Pippa parted her legs, bending the knees slightly to give him an excellent view of her pussy.

  Hell. Yes.

  “I’m not going to last long,” he warned her. “Why don’t you play with your nipples for me? Show me what you like.”

  Biting her lip, she moved her fingers to her nipples. Her movements were slow and hesitant for a start but as he groaned in pleasure, she moved her fingers faster with more confidence.

  “Go get the lube for me, Poppet. Top drawer of the bathroom cabinet.”

  Standing, she nearly tripped over her own feet in her haste to go grab it for him. When she returned, she handed it to him and then returned to her position, watching as he squirted some onto his hand. He grabbed hold of his cock again, moving his hand up and down it harder, faster.

  Her gaze was riveted on his dick and that damn thing rose like a champion, preening under her gaze.

  “Touch your clit for me, Poppet. I want to see you pleasure yourself.”

  She reached down with one finger and flicked at her clit. Oh hell. Yes. That was all it took.

  “I’m going to come.” He groaned as he came over his hand. His movements slowed and his breathing eased.

  “That was so hot,” she told him, her eyes riveted on his dick

  He grinned at her then he noticed her finger had stilled. “Keep going. Show me how you make yourself come. Actually, lie back and spread those legs. I have an idea.”