Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 51

“Dada, what is this?” Tamsyn prodded at the green icky stuff on her plate.

After doing her lines, Salem had dressed her in a cute outfit. The skirt was long and pleated. It was white with strawberries all over it. And it had a matching T-shirt and sweater, both with large strawberries on the front of them.

Too cute.

Then she’d gotten out all of her toy soldiers that Alexei had bought her and set up a battle. It had been a tremendous fight but in the end her men had conquered!

But then Daddy had said it was time to eat.

Boring.

And Dada had set up this picnic on the playroom floor. Which sounded like a lot of fun.

If only there wasn’t green stuff on her plate.

“It’s a kale salad,” Roman explained. “Kale is very good for you. It’s good for your bones, your eyes, your immune system. And it’s beneficial if you’re having trouble going to the toilet.”

“Oh, that last bit I believe,” she said, forking some of the kale up. “If anything will make me poop, it’s this stuff.”

“Little one, eat your lunch and stop playing with it. Unless you need Daddy to feed you.”

“Ahh, no.” She didn’t want that. He was likely to make her eat even more of the icky kale.

She still couldn’t bring herself to eat it, though. Instead, she ate her fruit and sandwich.

“You need to take three bites,” Salem told her sternly.

Tamsyn let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Why was Daddy so mean? But she took a bite.

All right. Not so bad. Although she still wasn’t taking more than three bites.

And they were gonna be small bites.

“Done!” She pushed her plate away.

“What do you say to Roman?” Salem asked sternly.

“Thank you, Dada.”

“I don’t know if you really ate enough kale for it to be beneficial.”

“I think it was! I can already feel how beneficial it was.” Her stomach was rebelling.

“Are you all right, Little one?” Salem reached out to place a hand on her forehead.

“Yeah. Just too much kale.”

“Perhaps we should put you down for a nap.”

“Daddy, noooo,” she cried.

But he stood and picked her up in his arms, carrying her over to the changing unit and lying her on her back.

“Roman, in the bathroom is a Little first aid kit. Could you grab it for me, please?”

“Sure thing.”

“Daddy, I feel fine.”

“Well, I just want to check,” he told her as he started stripping her.

“My strawberry outfit! I love my strawberry outfit.”

“Do you want me to get Atlas for you?” Roman asked as he returned with the Little first aid kit. It had images of sick puppies all over the cover.

That was cute.

What he started pulling out of the kit . . . not so cute.

“What is that?” she asked.

“It’s a thermometer,” he explained, holding up the large clear tube.

“For my mouth?” she asked.

“Nope. Now, where is the lube.”

“Daddy!” She tried to sit up, but the strap was holding her down tight. When had he put that on?

By now, she was naked from the waist down. Which was not cool considering she knew what he was about to do to her.

“Roman, can you grab her a pacifier as well?” he asked. “It might help.”

Nothing was going to help.

Absolutely nothing.

But when Roman handed her Atlas, she grabbed on tight. Then she opened her mouth for the pacifier as Salem turned her onto her side and pushed her bent legs up to her chest.

This wasn’t cool!

“You can say your safeword if you need to,” Roman reminded her.

Oh yeah.

But she didn’t really need to.

The lube was cold against her back hole. And then the thermometer slowly entered her.

It was so wide. And weird.

“That’s it, Little one. It’s smaller than your plugs, so I know you can take it.”

“Her plugs?” Roman asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been stretching her to take our cocks,” Salem said matter-of-factly.

Jeez.

Did they have to have this conversation right now?

“You want to take her there?” Roman whispered.

“Yeah. I do.” Salem laid a hand on her bottom, rubbing soothingly.

“Interesting. I haven’t done any research on anal sex. I’m not sure I’d be interested.”

“You don’t have to be,” Salem told him. “While I’m in her ass, you could be in her pussy or her mouth. There’re lots of possibilities.

“Huh. True.”

Dear Lord.

Just kill her now.

And surely the thermometer had to have been in long enough? Right?

“Let’s check this.” He slid the thermometer from her bottom and she gave a sigh of relief. “Hmm. It’s a bit high. I’m going to give you some medication. But it’s going to go up your bottom. So let’s just leave you in that position.”

Medication up her bottom?

He had to be kidding her, right?

She really didn’t want anything more up her bottom. But then she felt him pushing something into her back hole. Admittedly, it was small. But then he pushed his finger inside her too.

“Just to make sure that you don’t push it back out,” Salem told her.

This was not cool.

Finally, he withdrew his finger. “Roman, can you put a pair of training pants on her and I’ll get something for her to sleep in after I wash my hands.”

Roman nodded and helped her lie on her back.

“You doing okay, darling girl?” he asked as he slid a pair of her training pants on. She glanced down, happy to see they were the strawberry ones.

Did he mean despite the kale and rod up the ass?

Yeah . . . she was actually pretty darn perfect.

“Here we are. The perfect onesie to nap in.” Salem held up a green onesie with a strawberry stitched on the dropseat.

With a frown, she removed her pacifier. “I don’t need a nap, Daddy.”

“You looked tired and pale to me. I think a nap is just what you need. Do you think you could make her up a bottle?” he asked Roman. “Use the protein powder you got for her.”

“Sure.” Roman disappeared out of the room.

“I don’t need a bottle or a nap, Daddy,” she complained.

“Well, your daddies say that you do.” He bopped her on the nose and then undid the strap, picking her up in his arms.

“Do you need to go potty?” Salem asked.

Sheesh, shouldn’t he have asked that before they got her dressed?

“No, Daddy.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “Sometimes little girls don’t realize that they need to go.”

“I don’t!”

“All right.”

Roman walked in, carrying a baby bottle with a chocolate protein drink in it. “Here you are.”

“Do you want to give it to her?” Salem asked him.

“Ahh, not this time.”

Salem nodded and sat with her on his lap in the rocking chair. She squirmed around.

“Can you pass a blanket? Sometimes she feels more settled with a blanket over her. Plus, she feels the cold.”

Well, England wasn’t the warmest place in the world. But he was right, she did feel more settled with a blanket over her and as Salem pressed the nipple of the bottle to her lips, that feeling deepened.

She sucked on the drink and held Atlas close. Her eyes drifted shut as she started to drift.