Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 43

“Time to get out now, Kitten.”

“Nooo,” she cried. “I like the bath. I think I might live in the bath. It’s warm and it’s fun and no one will ever find me if I decide to hide. Look.”

She held her nose and slid under the water until the bubbles covered her completely. Then she sat back up.

“See?”

“Um.”

“I was totally hidden, right? Invisible, even.”

“Well, invisible or not, you cannot live in the bath.”

Her lower lip dropped out in a pout and she stared up at him with wide eyes, fluttering her eyelashes.

Roman would totally give in to her now. No one could resist the puppy dog eyes.

It was impossible.

“Come on. Up you get.” He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her.

She gasped. “You resisted the puppy dog eyes. That should have been impossible.”

“Well, it was hard to resist. But us Daddies know that we have to do what is best for our Littles. Even if it isn’t what they think is best.”

“You’ve caught onto this Daddy stuff awfully quickly,” she grumbled.

“Were you hoping that you could wrap me around your little finger?” he asked as he dried her off.

She wasn’t sure that she’d ever dried herself off this thoroughly. He lifted each of her arms to swipe the towel underneath, then down between her breasts.

Then he crouched down and started with her feet, propping her foot up on his thigh and drying between each toe.

“Who me? Of course not, Dada. I would never presume to do that.”

“Uh huh. Part your legs, please.”

She pushed her legs apart as he dried between them.

“What are we going to do now that you forcibly extracted me from the bath against my express wishes?”

“I thought we might play with the Lego.”

“Play! Yay!” She clapped her hands together and bounced up and down. “I like playing.”

“Let’s get you dressed and put something on that knee then you can find something to play with.”

“Okay, let’s go!” She grabbed his hand as he stood and tried to drag him to the door. Her foot slid on some water on the floor, though, and she would have fallen over had he not held her up.

“Thanks, Dada! You know you really shouldn’t get water all over the bathroom floor. Someone could slip and hurt themselves.”

“I’ll endeavour to be more careful in the future,” he said dryly.

“You do that. Or you’ll be in big trouble, Little one.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He turned her, grasping hold of her chin. “You’re the only little one around here.”

She grinned. “And that’s the way I like it.”

“There’s no way we could handle more than one of you.”

“I feel like there’s an insult in there, but I also feel it’s true. The three of you are getting on in years, after all. It seems that you just can’t keep up with us younger folk anymore.”

“I’m only thirty,” he protested.

“Hmm, well, maybe the other two. Although don’t tell them I said that,” she added hastily.

“Why? Are you worried they’ll spank you for your sassiness?”

Her eyes widened. “No! They would never spank me. Tamsy is a good girl.”

“Good to know. But perhaps you should worry about what I might do to you.”

“You?” She swallowed nervously as he led her out into the playroom. “You wouldn’t spank me.”

“Not spank you, no.”

She gasped in horror. “Would you tell on me to Daddy and Papa? That’s just mean.”

“I don’t need to tell on you to punish you.” He led her to the changing unit.

She swallowed as she stared at it. It had just arrived a few days ago and no one had used it with her yet.

And while she wanted to use it . . . she also felt a bit nervous.

“Punish me?”

“Hmm. I might not want to spank you or make you cry. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t put you in timeout or have you write lines.”

“Dada! No! I hate lines and timeout.”

“That’s why they’re a punishment. Now, I need to go and choose your outfit but first let’s get you in these.” He picked up the bloomers he’d been holding earlier. “Oh, I should have asked before. Do you need to go potty?”

“Ahh, no, I went in the bath.”

He froze. “You what?”

She started giggling. “You should see your face!”

Roman let out a huff. “You are so naughty.”

“Nuh-uh, not me. GGT. Good Girl Tamsy. I think I should get a T-shirt made up saying that.”

“You might need a naughty one made up too,” he said as he wrapped his hands around her waist.

“What are you-oh!” she cried as he lifted her onto the changing unit.

She was still finding it hard to get used to them putting her where they wanted her.

But at least she was able to keep her instincts to fight back under control.

“Lie down and I’ll just do this up.” He wrapped a strap around her waist. “Safety first. We don’t want you rolling off.”

He was just too cute.

“Dada, where is Atlas?” she asked.

“Oh, let me see. There he is!” He walked over to pick him up off the bed. He handed him to her before pulling out a pair of training pants.

“Atlas, where have you been, you naughty puppy,” she scolded her toy.

Roman slid on her training pants.

“I’m going to go choose an outfit for you. I want you to stay right there, understand?”

“I understand, Dada.”

She hummed to herself as he disappeared into the closet. Then she started throwing Atlas up into the air and catching him. He loved when she did that. She giggled as he spun, but instead of falling back into her arms, he fell onto the floor.

“Oh no!” she cried, trying to twist around to look over the edge. “Atlas!”

“What happened?” Roman rushed back over to her.

“Atlas fell.” She pointed at her toy on the floor, sniffling for extra measure.

“Oh. Let me get him for you. Here you are.”

“Thanks, Dada!” she cried, hugging Atlas tight as Roman disappeared into the closet again.

Hmm. She was getting a bit bored here on her own. Surely, if she threw Atlas up again he wouldn’t fall on the floor.

“Whee! Whee!” she cried before Atlas fell on the floor again. “Oh no! Dada! Dada!”

“What is it? What happened?” Roman rushed back, carrying some clothes in his hands.

Ooh, was that her light green dress? She wanted to wear that one.

“Atlas fell again.”

Roman frowned. “Atlas should be more careful. He seems to be very clumsy.”

“I know. Doesn’t he?” She nodded solemnly. “I shall tell him that. Gimme.” She made grabby hands at Roman.

Who just raised his eyebrows and gave her a stern look. “Excuse me? Is that the way you ask for what you want?”

“Umm. I mean, please can I have Atlas.”

“That’s much better and no.”

“N-no?” He’d said no? But Roman rarely told her no. Although Dada seemed to do it quite a bit.

Which was really no fair.

Because she didn’t like that word.

“I don’t like that word,” she huffed as he shook out the green dress and put it on her.

“I’m sure you don’t. Although you probably hear it a lot.”

“Far more than I should, that’s for sure.”

He managed to get the dress on and then the ruffly bloomers. Then he undid the belt tying her to the changing unit so he could sit her up and put her arms through.

“Dada, Atlas is lonely on the floor.”

“Well, Atlas should have thought of that before he started to play the ‘throw me in the air’ game.”

Oh.

“You saw that?” she asked.

“I did. Now, there you are. All snug as a bug in a rug.”

“Why would I want to be a bug in a rug?” she asked.

“Huh. You know, I don’t know. That’s just the saying.” He lifted her down onto the floor and she rushed over to snatch up Atlas.

“It’s okay, puppy. You’re with me now. Dada wouldn’t have left you on the floor forever,” she reassured him. Then she pretended to listen as he spoke. “Atlas, Dada does like you.” She thrust her puppy up into Roman’s face. “Tell Atlas you love him.”

“Ahh.”

“Dada!” she exclaimed, stomping her foot. “Atlas thinks that you don’t like him because you were going to leave him on the floor. Kiss him and make up.”

“Ahh, how about I just call him a good boy and pat his head?”

“Hmm. Let me see.” She listened to Atlas. “He said that’s acceptable if you don’t leave him on the floor again.”

“Perhaps Atlas should talk to you since you’re the one that threw him up in the air and failed to catch him.”

She hugged her toy tight. “I tried to catch him, but he’s really bad at that game.”

“Ahh, I see.” He nodded. “Now, what do you think of your outfit?” He led her to the large antique mirror with a gilded gold frame. It was meant to be free-standing, but Alexei had said that it would be safer if it was mounted to the wall. Something about not wanting it to fall on her.

He was such a worrywart.

All that worrying was definitely giving him frown lines.

She peered into the mirror, then smiled and clapped her hands. “It’s so pretty, Dada!”

“Good.”

“I haven’t seen this one before.” The material was a soft, pale green and there were daffodil buttons up the front and at the cuffs. “I love it!”

“Good. I bought it for you.”

“You did, Dada? You never told me that! Thank you!” She threw her arms around him. When she pulled back to look up at him, he was blushing slightly.

Aww. He was the cutest.

“Let’s play!”

“This is the greatest Lego Christmas village ever!” she cried.

“It’s definitely looking good, Kitten,” he agreed. “Although it’s a bit early for Christmas.”

“Dada! It’s never too early for Christmas.” She sat back and looked at everything they had built.

When she’d asked Papa to build it, he’d claimed that his fingers were too big for Lego. And Salem had told her that it was too early to create it.

But maybe they’d known that Roman would want to build it for her.

“Agreed,” he said with a smile. “What Lego shall I get us next?”

“You bought this for me?”

“I did.”

“Thank you, Dada!” She went to throw herself into his arms, then hesitated “Can I hug you?”

“You may.”

She threw her arms around him and he held her tight for a few moments.

“Can we play something different, Dada?”

“What would you like to play, darling girl?”

“Hide and seek!”