Page 71 of Their Perfect Daddy

This is the point where my body is going to build itself back up. It’s when my bones and muscles take on their proper shape, fitting back together in a way that will allow me to gain strength over time.

Overall, I understand it’s going to be a long process. I knew from the minute I was informed I’d needed surgery that this was the case.

Still, it doesn’t help the absolute boredom I feel lying in bed while the men in my life take care of things. Even our princess’s Little time is distracting because I want to go sit with him. I want to play with his toys as I encourage this side of him.

And then there’s Daddy.

I want to play with him too. Except the type of playing I want involves us being naked. I doubt I’ll be getting anything of the sort anytime soon.

Each morning when I wake up, I check to see if either of them are around. If they are, I ignore the urge I have to stroke an orgasm free. If they aren’t… well, you can guess.

Yeah, I beat the fuck out of my cock until I’m covered in my own release. A man has to do what a man has to do to get off.

Just thinking about it has my length rising to attention beneath the sheet. It would be fine any other time, but considering Daddy and Princess are right fucking beside me watching the movie too, it’s highly inconvenient.

“What do we have here?” Daddy says in a rough voice.

I whip my head to the side to see his gaze on my body. Blushing at the attention, I open my mouth to give an excuse.

Instead, what comes out is, “I’m bored, Daddy.”

His expression turns amused. Our princess leans forward, his hand reaching toward me like he wants to touch me.

“You don’t look bored. You look…” His head turns to look at Daddy. The other man gives him an encouraging nod. “You look horny.”

I roll my eyes and groan. “So what if I am! It’s impossible not to be when you two are around. And it’s not as if we can do anything about it. I’m stuck in this bed and left to rot.”

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes tight. It’s yet another fucking tantrum on my part. At least this time it’s for good reason. The last tantrum I threw a few days ago was because Daddy gave me the wrong plate with my lunch. That’s the excuse I used. It was more about wanting his attention any way I could get it.

“Stand up for me, Princess.” The words are barely out of Daddy’s mouth before our princess is in motion. I turn to facethem both, unsure of what’s to come. As soon as he’s no longer beside me, I feel a sense of foreboding.

Maybe I pushed him too far.

Maybe this is the moment Daddy decides I’m no longer worth it.

Maybe…

“I never gave you the reward you were owed, did I, Brat?”

The words halt my runaway thoughts. Frowning, I shake my head. “No.”

“No?”

I roll my eyes. “No, Daddy,” I mutter.

Strong fingers grip my chin, forcing my head to tilt back. Our eyes meet, and I see the fire in his gaze. I shiver under his stare. The corner of his mouth kicks up the slightest bit. It’s so sexy I nearly forget the mess I’m in.

Except I’m quickly reminded as Daddy pulls away from me. “Keep your eyes on us.”

I nod at his words. My gaze sweeps over them, taking in every subtle movement. It becomes obvious what’s going to happen when Daddy tugs our boy into his arms and kisses him passionately.

Our princess moans as his body relaxes into the connection. It’s intoxicating to watch. I want to participate; want to demand they pay attention to me too. I also want to keep as quiet as possible as to not interrupt them.

Daddy pulls back from the kiss first. “Such a sweet mouth you’ve got, Princess.”

There’s a whimper, then a shirt is tugged off. Next comes pants and then underwear. The sound of a condom wrapper catches my attention in the flurry as well.

Far faster than I can adjust, the two men stand naked at the end of the bed. It’s like my own personal porno. How the fuckdid I get so lucky with these two? This is definitely a reward despite my inability to participate.

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