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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“Tough,” Jack said.

She bit her lip, unsure.

“Remember don’t be scared of me,” Jack told her softly. “I’d never harm you, baby. But I have to take care of you. It’s like an itch under my skin that I can’t get rid of until I know you’re all right.”

That was a slightly weird analogy. And kind of touching.

“I’ll go get her food.” Jack walked out of the room as Ian returned.

She carefully sat up, letting Ian rearrange pillows behind her back.

“I messed up, didn’t I?” she mused.

“We want to put your needs first, Little Misfit. Even if that’s something you don’t seem to be able to do. If that means we need to get strict with you, we will.”

“Because I’m your charge while I’m here?” she asked.

“Oh, Little girl. It’s gone beyond that.”

It had? What was happening?

“If Jack didn’t care about you, then he wouldn’t scold you. He wouldn’t care if you climbed up onto the roof and started doing cartwheels. He’d probably laugh and join you. The fact you’re seeing this side of Jack means he cares. Which is both good and bad for you. Because when Jack is all in . . . he can get intense. In fact, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone but Jameson and me. And with us . . . well, he’s never threatened to take our toilet privileges.”

“Again, it’s not a privilege, it’s a right. And what does that mean?”

“It means that we’re hooking up a monitor to watch you when we can’t be in the room with you,” Ian replied as Jack walked back into the room with the food.

What the heck?

“It should arrive soon,” Ian said. “Along with a few other things we ordered.”

Wow. They worked quick.

“That’s quick delivery.”

“There are special services that we use,” Ian told her as Jack placed the tray on the bedside table. She felt a tad queasy as she looked at the sandwiches and fruit salad. Not that it looked yucky. She just didn’t feel like eating.

“And if you need to go to the bathroom, then you’re to call out to us,” Jack told her. “We’ll carry you back and forth.”

“We nurse will be here later to stay with your uncle so you don’t worry.”

“I’ll check the bath,” Ian said. “How long did you keep that ice on for?”

“Ages,” she told him as Jack moved a chair closer and sat. Then he picked up a napkin.

Oh, had he made himself lunch too?

But nope. He tucked the napkin into the front of her long-sleeved top.

Like she was a kid who needed a bib.

That wasn’t embarrassing or anything.

“I don’t spill my food that much,” she muttered.

Ian walked back into the bedroom. He raised an eyebrow, staring down at her from the end of the bed. “Little girls sometimes make a mess.”

Maggie could feel her cheeks heating again.

She really should protest. Tell them this was inappropriate and that she could take care of herself.

So why were none of those words coming out of my mouth?

Because it would be easier to let them take care of her in Little headspace. Because she wanted this. So badly that it kind of hurt.

It felt like she was touch-starved. Daddy-starved.

It was such a stupid idea, though.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Tears threatened and her stomach felt icky.

Because she wanted to give in. To show them her Little. To let them take over.

“Just let us take care of you,” Ian said huskily. “There are no expectations. No need to be anyone but who you want to be. Okay?”

She let out a deep breath. She could do that, right? “All right.”

“You will say no to anything you don’t want,” Jack added. “Unless it’s something that goes against doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders were that I’m allowed to go to the bathroom myself.”

“Fine,” Jack muttered as he set the tray down over her lap.

A sense of loss filled her. Did she want him to feed her?

Yeah, she did.

She picked at the sandwich. “I can’t just sit here all day, though. I’m going to go nuts.”

“That’s why we sent for a few things,” Ian told her. “First, eat. Then you’re having a bath. And then we’ll show you what we bought.”

31

Maggie closed her eyes in the bath, trying to relax.

But it felt like her body was on fire. Her nipples were hard, her clit throbbing incessantly.

All because of them.

The bastards.

The sweet, sexy bastards.

Getting into the bath had been interesting. Neither man would let her get in on her own, so she’d ended up stripping everything off except her top and letting Ian lift her into the bath.

Then, after he’d left the room, she’d stripped off completely.

At least he’d left. First, she’d had to promise she wouldn’t dare try to get out on her own before he’d go.

Now she lay there wishing she was brave enough to let go with them completely. She rubbed at the headache in her temples.


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