Kept by her Daddies – Harem of Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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Her breath caught as Ian rubbed his finger over her slit. She let out a small moan.

“Something wrong over there?” Jack asked cheerfully.

She glared at him. He knew exactly what was wrong. Ian had stolen her knickers. They were currently in the pocket of his trousers.

And now, he’d decided to drive her insane by playing with her under the table.

“Ian, please,” she begged. “Uncle Willy could come downstairs.”

“Jack is keeping watch. He’ll let us know if he moves out of his room.”

Jack just grinned and nodded. “I can see the camera we had installed in the hallway after his accident. I’ll see if he comes downstairs.”

This torture had been going on for hours. All right, so maybe not that long. But it felt that way.

It was awful.

So. Awful.

And she wanted more.

Her breath came in sharp pants.

“You’re not eating, Little girl,” Ian murmured.

Um, yeah. She wondered why.

“You need to eat all your salad if you want your treat.”

Her treat? Did he mean orgasms or ice cream?

“Which treat?” she asked as he rubbed her clit.

Jack sat across from her, his focus completely on his food and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Assbaboon.

She was totally getting that cat. And feeding it his innards.

Okay . . . being denied an orgasm for fifteen hours was maybe playing with her mind. And turning her into a blood-thirsty warrior.

And perhaps it hadn’t been fifteen hours but rather an hour. Tops.

But she was turned on and no one was giving her any release. It was so mean.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” If they wouldn’t ease the ache building inside her, then she’d do it herself.

“I’ll take you, Little girl.” Ian stood and reached down to pick her up, cradling her against his chest.

“No, I don’t need you to take me.”

“Of course you do. I’ve got to make sure you don’t touch yourself.”

“What? I wasn’t going to do that.”

“Rule number one, baby girl,” Jack warned.

Shitballs. How could he tell that she was lying?

“Well, why can’t I touch myself? You’re not giving me what I want.”

“Sure, I am,” Ian replied. “I’m going to give you the orgasm to end all orgasms.”

She felt completely out of sorts. Like she wanted to scratch his eyes out at the same time that she wanted to ride his dick to oblivion.

It was a confusing place to be.

“I can’t decide whether you look like you want to fuck me or murder me,” Ian said slowly.

“The jury is still out.”

He just grinned. As though he thought she was joking. “I better get you to the bathroom.”

“Oh, we both know I don’t want to go to the bathroom,” she grumbled.

“Baby girl gets cranky when she doesn’t get to come,” Jack said, leaning back to watch them both. His arms were crossed over his chest, showing off his sexy biceps.

Maybe he’d give her an orgasm. She gave him a pleading look.

Jack raised his eyebrows slowly. “You did call the orgasm Ian gave you ‘just fine.’ I think you deserve this. And don’t you want your ice cream?”

“Gonna stick that ice cream up your butt hole,” she muttered.

Jack spat out the water he’d taken a sip of and started laughing.

“Here, Little girl. Maybe you’re a bit too worked up.” Ian sat back down with her on his lap. He reached under her skirt and she whimpered. She couldn’t take anymore. Not unless he was actually going to let her come this time.

But all he did was cup her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m trying to soothe you.”

“This is meant to be soothing?” She gave him an incredulous look.

“Just give it a moment,” he told her, picking up her fork with his other hand. He speared some salad and held it to her mouth.

She just stared at him. He had to be kidding. She couldn’t eat at a time like this!

However, she had to admit that her arousal levels did seem to be dropping to a level where she could be perhaps a tiny bit embarrassed by her behavior.

She might have overreacted slightly.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “I just . . . I’m not used to, um . . .”

“It’s all right, Little girl,” Ian told her soothingly. “I might have pushed you a tad too far after being called fine.”

“I was just joking,” she said hastily. “You are amazing and talented and so damn sexy. Really.”

Ian leaned in to kiss her, removing his hand from her pussy. She sighed, feeling somewhat better.

“Here, eat some salad.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“Be a good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “I do have an actual treat for you.”

She ate half the salad and a few bites of the burger before she couldn’t fit any more in.

“Now do I get my treat?” she asked.

Ian nodded and set her down on her own seat. “Jack, can you feed our girl her ice cream?”


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