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“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

“Turn your head, Monty.” At Daddy’s serious tone, I raise my head up enough to do as he says. When our eyes meet, he looks me over. “Ok, good. I thought you’d gone into drop. You’re very much awake, baby. Can’t you feel his sweet mouth going to town on you?”

I laugh at his teasing. “I feel it,” I whisper, suddenly shy this is happening.

Daddy’s hand runs up my spine. It sends shivers through me as arousal springs forward. My cock attempts to harden, only to be stopped by the cage surrounding me.

I gasp. “What the fu —?”

“This is a punishment, Brat,” Daddy says, pulling my attention back to him.

A whine erupts from me as I feel a finger replace the tongue inside me. In a matter of seconds, my brain is a scrambled mess. All I want is to come, yet there is no give in this contraption. If only I had some space…

“Pull back for a minute, Princess.”

I nearly shout at the separation. It’s not fair! This is so much more than a punishment!

Before I can voice my frustration, I’m flipped over to see Daddy holding up a key. He unlocks the cage surrounding me. My jaw falls open as relief, pleasure, and anxiety take hold.

“Can I, Daddy?” When he’s given a nod, our princess dives back into my ass. The big difference this time is the man holding my legs open to give him space to work.

Daddy’s gaze eats me up as his firm grip keeps me from suffocating the man between my legs. If his molten eyes aren’t enough to have me rushing over the cliff of my orgasm, then our princess’ hand around my cock definitely does it. Oh, and let’s not forget him rimming me as if his life depends on it.

I come in a flare of bright euphoria. My eyes close. My body quivers.

It’s a complete destruction of everything I’ve ever known.

“That’s it, Brat. Come for us.”

“I did good, Daddy?” I hear asked while I fight to get control of my breathing.

“You did, Princess. I think we taught him a good lesson, don’t you?”

“Yep! And I gots to come too.”

“Did you?”

My vision clears right as our princess points to the wet spot on the front of his pajamas. I snort at the sight, and they both look my way.

“Knew you loved my ass,” I mumble, exhaustion lacing my tone.

“I do! And your chest… and your face….”

Daddy laughs. “Enough of that. His ego is big enough. Let’s get you boys all cleaned up and then we can finish our dinner. Someone needs to eat his veggies still.”

I frown, though I nod. There’s no way I’d survive another round tonight. I know when I’ve been outmaneuvered.

CHAPTER 42

SKYE

“He’ll have a water or some tea if you have it,” I tell Poppy as I rock Juni in my arms.

Monty smiles at me, thankful to handle the sometimes-awkward questions about why he’s no longer drinking. Granted, I don’t think my siblings care. If anything, they're probably happy to know he’s trying to be the best version of himself.

Poppy tilts her head. “Is it ok if it’s mixed with lemonade? We don’t keep regular tea since no one else really drinks it.”

“It’s so plain by itself. Arnie Palmie all the way,” Snow shouts from his seat across the room. He pumps his fist, as if to emphasize his words.

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