Page 8 of A Little More Love

“Yes?” Tyler answered, jumping a bit.

“Let’s go back to the room, yeah?”

“Okay,” he answered, standing when we did. Elliot took Tyler’s hand and then mine and we all walked inside. We took the elevator in silence. Tyler was so wrapped up in his mind that I wondered if he would have been able to make it back to the room without Daddy guiding him. I used the key card to unlock the door and held it open for them.

“Thank you, Little love,” Daddy said. I wasn’t feeling very Little. There was a deep seeded hatred for leaving Little space that burned bright inside my soul, but I was so worried about Papa that I’d been knocked out of my headspace.

“Thank you, Teenie,” Tyler said, shaking his head a bit. “I’m sorry, I’m not being very good company, am I?”

“You don’t have to be anything for us, baby,” Elliot said, rubbing his big hand up Tyler’s back. “You just be you, yeah?”

Tyler nodded. “I think the text freaked me out a bit.”

“Because you don’t want to do the interview?” Daddy asked, sitting on the bed. I climbed up beside Daddy and rested my back against the headboard. I patted the duvet. “Come here and I’ll scratch your back.”

He climbed onto the bed and stretched out.

“Tyler,” I laughed, tugging at his hoodie.

He looked up with repulsion. It stood out against his handsome face. “I am Papa to you, Tinsley. No matter what headspace you and I are in.”

“Yes, Papa,” I answered.

“Much better,” he said, moving to his knees, pulling off his sweatshirt and laying back down.

I loved to study his body. He was so muscular and his scars only highlighted how built he was.

His jeans sat low on his hips and the sight of him stretched out against the white bedding made my mouth water and my pussy weep.

Elliot crawled on the bed and laid beside him, his large hand moving across Tyler’s ass in small circles.

“Mmm,” Tyler moaned into the pillow. I wasn’t sure if it was from me scratching his back, Elliot rubbing his butt, or both.

“Just relax, baby, let us take care of you,” Daddy whispered to him. We laid like that for about half an hour. Every few minutes Tyler would relax a little more. Eventually he fell asleep.

“Do you want to take a shower with me, Teenie?” Daddy whispered.

I nodded.

“Do you think he’s going to be okay?” I asked. My stomach hurt from the helplessness I felt.

“He will, Little one. It’s going to be hard on him, but we’re going to love him through it.”

I nodded.

Elliot lifted me into his arms and rocked me back and forth. “I love how big your heart is, baby.”

“He just seems so…” I struggled to find the word I wanted to use.

“So what, baby?”

“Scared.”

“It’s hard watching someone you love have hard feelings, huh?”

I nodded again, still completely knocked out of Little space.

“Do you remember how scared you were when you told me how you wished you were in a relationship with meandTyler?”

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