Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Rude.
“You deserve the fucking world,” Loki told her. “And we’re going to give it to you.”
“Indeed,” Remy said. “But first, let’s get our girl dressed and fed.”
54
Thirty minutes later, she was sitting on Loki’s lap while Remy fed her breakfast.
The omelet was yummy, but she didn’t feel like eating. She wanted to get back to her playroom.
Remy had seemed to take great delight in dressing her this morning. She was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with a new pale yellow pinafore dress over it. There were daisies stitched into the hem of the dress. It was super cute and something they’d bought for her at Aunt Marie’s.
He’d also put on a pair of knee-high white socks with frills around the top of them. But it was the underwear choice that had surprised her.
He’d put her in a pair of thick training panties.
“Stop wriggling around, Tink,” Loki warned, grabbing her hips.
“These panties feel weird. I’m too old for them.”
“No, you aren’t,” Remy replied, feeding her another bite. “And if you’re going to move around like this while eating, I think we need to look into a highchair. With a harness.”
Whoa. Okay.
She stilled as Loki let out a quiet laugh. “Trying to decide if you like that idea or not, Tink?”
Maybe.
But it was rude of him to point that out.
“Remember who is in charge, baby girl,” Remy warned. “I’ve also got some diapers. I might decide to put them on for your nap.”
Okay . . . wow.
“Isa-Bee is a good girl!”
Remy leaned forward to kiss her. “Of course she is. And she’s our girl. Doesn’t mean that sometimes she doesn’t need some discipline. Or for Daddy and Ki-Ki to take charge.”
Well, hell.
She took another few bites of omelet, but she couldn’t take it anymore.
She shook her head when Remy tried to feed her more. “Want off! Playroom!”
“No, you’re going to sit still and eat more,” Loki countered.
Darn it. They were so bossy!
“Play!”
Remy eyed her for a moment. She tried to jump off Loki’s lap, but he caught her and suddenly she was turning through the air and on his lap.
“Ki-Ki, no!” she cried.
“Oh, I’m afraid it’s a yes.” He drew her training pants down and rubbed her ass.
“Ki-Ki!”
“Actually, she probably shouldn’t lie with her head down.” Remy shifted so he sat closer to Loki, then drew her body onto his lap. “Better, baby?”
“No!”
“No?” Loki said, sounding alarmed. “Are you feeling dizzy? Ill?”
Shoot. She wasn’t going to lie.
Never again.
“I don’t wants a spanking!”
“Who is in charge?” Remy asked.
She sighed. “You and Ki-Ki.”
“Right. So if you earn a spanking, you’re getting one. And you were told to sit still to eat more.”
Before she could answer, Loki started spanking her. Sure, it wasn’t hard or long. But it still made an impression. By the time he finished, her ass was warm and she was kicking her feet in protest.
After fixing her pants, Loki drew her up onto his lap, her legs straddling his as he rubbed her back.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Such a brave, beautiful girl.”
She pressed her face against his chest and slid her thumb into her mouth, just soaking in the feeling of being safe.
Of being his.
He kissed the top of her head and held her tight as Remy cleaned up their breakfast.
Then Loki shifted her around so she was sitting sideways on his lap. Remy handed him a baby bottle and Loki leaned her back before nudging her thumb out of her mouth.
He slid the nipple between her lips and she sighed with happiness, content. Treasured. Protected.
“Daddy! Do you want pancakes?”
“Sure, baby girl. With whipped cream. No syrup.”
She turned to look at Remy, aghast. They’d been in her playroom for most of the morning playing. She was now cooking him ‘breakfast’ in her play kitchen.
Loki was already eating his toast with sprinkles. She was going to have to try that. Although the look that Remy had sent her told her that it wouldn’t be a regular thing.
“No syrup?” she said. “That’s gross, Daddy!”
“How is it gross?” he asked.
“Well, maybe not gross but it ought to be illegal.”
Loki snorted, but nodded in agreement. “Yep.”
“Just make my breakfast, brat,” Remy told her.
She shuffled over with his breakfast. She now had the cutest set of wooden food. She had to press her legs together as her bladder protested the fact that they’d been making her drink regularly today and she hadn’t peed in a while.
“Are you all right, Tink?” Loki asked, watching her closely.
“Uh-huh.” She held out her hand to Remy. “That’s twenty-five bucks, Daddy!”
“It is?” Remy looked at her.
“Pay up.”
He lightly slapped her hand with his. “There you are.”
She stared down at her empty hand. “Um, Daddy. There’s nothing there.”
“It’s pretend money.”
She gasped so hard that she nearly fell backward. “Daddy! You can’t give pretend money. I slaved over your breakfast. That’s so mean.”
Remy grinned at her. He looked so much more relaxed in here with her.