Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 25

Tamsyn took Salem’s hand as he held it out to her.

He wrapped his hand firmly around hers.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat on his lap. But eventually, he’d gotten her dressed again and now they were going to get on with their shopping.

Longest shopping trip she’d ever been on.

Although it also might be the only shopping trip she’d ever been on. Well, that she could remember.

But he didn’t immediately walk out the door. Instead, he cupped her chin and tilted her face back. “Does that happen often?”

“Does what happen? Me getting my butt spanked? No, it doesn’t.”

“I find that surprising.”

She glared up at him as his lips twitched.

“But I actually meant the sub-drop. I wasn’t expecting it. You said you’d never played before, so I guess you’ve never experienced it in the past.”

Um.

Sub-drop.

“Was that the feeling like I was spinning without an anchor? Kind of falling into a pit without any way of getting out. And then you kind of dragged me out.”

“That’s what it felt like?”

“Um, yes.”

“Yeah, sub-drop can be felt in different ways by different people but that’s what I think is what you were feeling. So you’ve never had that before?”

She shook her head. She could honestly say that she hadn’t. But then she hadn’t really been in a situation before where she might experience sub-drop.

The closest she’d come was when Alexei had spanked her in the gym. But that had felt different. It had been over with almost before she’d known what was going on.

There was something different about being around each man and the way they affected her. And with Salem she felt more submissive, she guessed. He had that calm dominance that made her feel so secure. With Alexei, she felt a bit sassier. She knew Alexei would challenge and protect her. He wouldn’t let get her away with anything, but at the same time he’d been there, egging her on and supporting her.

And with Roman, well, he felt like home. A warm blanket, a hot chocolate with marshmallows, her favorite things in one person.

How had this happened so quickly?

Why did they all fill part of her soul in individual ways that altogether made her feel whole?

Had she been destined to need three of them?

“That’s something we need to watch for. I know it can be scary, but I need you to know that I will always take care of you. I would never leave you alone during a sub-drop. I will always help pull you back. Okay? Just know that you don’t have to try and hide what you’re going through.”

“I, um. All right. Do you think that might happen often?”

“I don’t know, baby. The fact you haven’t experienced it before, maybe not. Perhaps it was because this was your first real punishment with me? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s being here. Or that you were in Little headspace.”

“I’m not sure.”

“It doesn’t matter why, just that it happened and now I know to look out for it and can tell the others to be careful too. I always want you to be supported and looked after.”

Damn.

How did he get better and better?

However, she thought it was time for a change of topic. Before she blurted out something she didn’t want him to know.

“Let’s go shopping, Daddy!” She was forcing it a bit and she could tell he knew.

But he simply nodded and led her back out to their cart. He lifted her in and buckled the belt.

“Right. No getting out this time. Understand? Only Daddy is allowed to touch this belt.”

“You got it, Daddy!” She saluted him.

She was starting to feel more relaxed and as he pushed her through the store, she could feel herself slipping further into Little headspace.

They walked through a soft toy aisle and she gasped as she saw it.

It was perfect. So cute.

So handsome.

“What is it, Little one? What do you see?”

“That one! That one right there.”

He frowned as he glanced at the soft toys and reached for an elephant.

“No, no. Not that one. That one.”

“This one?” Next, he picked up a white rabbit.

“Uh-uh. There. Next to the rabbit.”

“Baby, you can’t be serious,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Um. Well. Because I think this one isn’t even meant to be on the shelf, it obviously had some manufacturing errors.” He grasped hold of the toy that was a mix of black, brown and white. It only had one ear and crooked eyes. And its fur was kind of flat in patches.

“What even is it?”

“Daddy! It’s obviously a puppy and I love it. Please?” She couldn’t remember ever asking anyone for anything. But this was something she wanted.

More than anything.

If she had her own money, she would buy him.

“If you’re sure,” he said skeptically, handing the dog to her. “You really don’t want the bunny? She looks so soft.”

“I’m sure she is. She’ll make someone else very happy. But I want this guy. I’m going to name him Atlas. He’s so cute.”

“Not sure that I’d agree that thing is cute.”

Her bottom lip dropped on a pout. “Don’t you like him, Daddy? I can put him back if you want.”

Something swirled in his gut.

Something that felt suspiciously like panic. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d panicked. But he felt that now.

Panic and chagrin.

“Here.” She held out the ugly toy as her lower lip trembled.

And he held his hands up, taking a step back. “No, no, you keep it, Little one.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to not like Atlas.”

“I like him. He’s . . . unique.”

He was definitely that.

“Yay!” She hugged the ugly thing tight while giving Salem a huge smile. And he knew he’d done the right thing.

He grabbed the handle of the cart and kept pushing them through the store. He had to keep a close eye on her to see the things that she gravitated toward. Because she didn’t ask for anything else. But there was a large, fluffy sage-green beanbag that caught her eye. It barely fit in the cart, but he shoved it in.

Along with a soft blanket that she claimed was the color of the ocean. She didn’t reach for any more toys. But he could always bring her back later for those. At the moment, he wanted to get her some clothes.

Something other than the black outfits she wore all the time.

They strode through the punishment implement aisle first, though.

“Daddy, I don’t think I like this aisle,” she told him.

He swallowed a smile. “I don’t think any Littles ever like this aisle.” As well as a huge selection of paddles, there were also riding crops, floggers, and a few canes. None of which he’d use on his girl.

Although he did see a heart-shaped paddle covered in a soft leather that looked appealing. He picked it up and tested it against the palm of his hand.

She jumped at the noise it made. “Daddy, no!”

“No?” He raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, I don’t know. This might make a very nice imprint on your naughty bottom.”

“That’s just mean,” she grumbled.

He put it back and then looked over the handcuffs.

“These?” He held up a pair with some soft fluff on the inside of the cuffs.

She shrugged and nodded.

Salem picked up a ball gag next and watched the way she shook her head.

Right. Definitely a no.

Interesting.

Next, he moved to the pet play area. He grabbed a pair of puppy ears that were attached to a headband. There was also a matching tail that you secured to an anal plug.

“These are cute. Similar in color to Atlas.”

She shook her head again. There was a small blush on her cheeks.

“No, my pet?” he murmured. “You like to be patted and coddled as my pet, but you don’t think you’d like to look the part? Perhaps get a doggy bed? A cage?”

He was pushing her. Maybe harder than he should.

And to his surprise, she raised her thumb to her mouth and started sucking.

Shock held him still. He really hadn’t been expecting that reaction. And the way her eyes widened told him that she hadn’t consciously intended to do that.

“Maybe this isn’t quite right, hmm?” Perhaps they needed to spend some more time together as Pet and Sir to figure out exactly how that dynamic would work best for them. He put those things back. He’d told her that she didn’t need them to be his pet, and he’d meant it.

Then he walked over to her, cupping the side of her face with his hand. “It’s all right. You don’t have to worry. I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Perhaps I’ll push sometimes, but you can always use your safeword, understand?”

She nodded and he tapped her hand. “Would you like a pacifier instead of sucking your thumb? Sucking your thumb can be unhygienic.”

Salem pushed the trolley into the baby and toddler area. They were getting closer to the clothes, but he wanted to see how she reacted to the things in this aisle.

“Ahh, here we go. Some pacifiers. Do you see anything you like?”

She shook her head.

But he caught her studying the pacifiers. He reached out for one with a puppy face on the front of it and held it out to her.

She drew her thumb out of her mouth. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know how you feel about it?” he asked.

Tamsyn nodded. “I don’t think I’m a baby. But then, I didn’t expect to suck my thumb either. It just felt right.”

“You don’t have to be a baby to suck your thumb or use one of these. Older Littles do that too. For comfort, for sleep. Sucking on something can just help you shut off from the world. I have another idea for something you can suck on . . . and I just realized how much I sound like Alexei right now.” He shook his head in mock-horror and she giggled.

“Oh, I know what Papa would like me to suck.”

“Don’t encourage him. So let’s give the pacifier a go. And maybe a bottle before naps. And a sippy cup for other times. As well as some plates and cutlery. They have a lot in this range.” Everything he chose had images of a brown and white dog on it.

“Um, Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t you think you’re going a bit overboard? You’re gonna be broke by the end of this trip.” Her eyes were wide as she watched him add more things to the cart.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about money. That’s my job, not yours.”

“I’m not sure that’s true. If you run out of money, I’m out of a job.”

“I’m not going to run out of money, all right? I’m a grown man who has been managing his finances for a long time. Well, I let David manage them. He’s my brother and he’s good with money. I’ve got a large nest egg. All right?”

“But you might need that nest egg for other things. Like toilet paper.”

“Toilet paper?”

“Well, yeah. It’s pretty essential, right? You really don’t want to run out. That would be a disaster. What happens if you run out of toilet paper? Then you have to move onto things like leaves. Then clothes. Then all of a sudden, you’re naked, running around, with no toilet paper. Honestly, it wouldn’t be a good look for you, Daddy. Well, the no toilet paper thing, not the naked thing. The naked thing could be a really good look.”

He blinked. He’d never heard her talk so much in one go. Was she . . . nervous?

Maybe anxious.

About him spending money on her?

“Baby, my money is for me to worry about. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. This isn’t a worry for you and I don’t want you to take it on. All right?”

“All right, Daddy,” she agreed.

“Good girl.” He kissed the top of her head. “Let’s go have a look at the clothes now.”

He pushed the cart down through the shelves until they reached the back of the shop.

There was an overwhelming amount of clothes, and they seemed to be grouped by age.

He headed toward the toddler area, which he thought might be suitable for her. There were also adult clothes toward the far right. But he’d told her this was more about her Little.

However, if he could work out her sizes, he might order some things online for her.

“All right, I’m going to let you down so you can find some things you want to try on, okay?”

She gave him a bit of a worried look but nodded. He undid her belt and lifted her down. She wandered around, looking lost.

He studied her for a moment. She appeared so confused. Almost as if she’d never done anything like this before. Which was ridiculous.

She must have shopped for clothes at some time. But perhaps she liked to shop online or it had been a while.

Or maybe it was because she had never bought Little clothes before. She did seem to favor black tights and sweaters. And everything here seemed quite colorful.

She ran her fingers over a patchwork-looking sweater. Then she went on to a tutu skirt in a bright pink.

“Choose anything to try on,” he urged as he drew out the sweater and skirt. “How about these?”

Tamsyn chose some different sizes and then something snapped inside her and she started pulling out lots of different things. He held his arms out and she piled them on top.

He took note of the sizes.

All right, he thought he had a good idea of what size to buy.

“Do you want to try these on?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“No? Do you just want to get them, then?” he asked, surprised.

“Oh. Is it too much? It’s too much, isn’t it?” She started to grab items.

“No! All of this is fine, Little one.” He was impressed by how much she’d chosen. And it was all colorful. “Come on, let’s take this all home and you can do a fashion show.”