Page 12 of Double Daddies
Naked and kneeling in the middle of our bedroom, I wait for him just as I was told. The longer I kneel, the more time my mind has to conjure up a dozen different punishments he might have in mind for me, each more painful than the last.
Finally, the door behind me opens and I hear the sound of his footsteps on the carpet as he comes to stand in front of me.
“Eyes on me, boy.”
Boy. That single syllable shifts my headspace, and as I lift my eyes to meet his stern gaze, I know that whatever he has in store for me I’ll bear.
Because I love him with all my heart, but more than that, I trust him. I trust that he will never harm me, never give me more than I can truly bear.
Placing a single finger beneath my chin, he forces my head back a bit further. “You know how I feel about you spoiling the little ones, Byron.”
“Yes, Sir.” Was this about breakfast? Me stepping in to save Nicole from herself?
“So you can understand why I might be disappointed with how you handled our princess’s bath time.”
Her bath? What about her—oh. He means when I gave into her request to wash her own bottom.
Whoops.
“I’m sorry. It’s just, she’s already been through so much, Sir. I wanted to make things a bit easier on her.”
“I understand. And I’m not immune to her charms. But if we allow her even a small bit of leniency, she’ll just push harder and harder, seeing what she can get away with. Giving in to her is only making it harder on her in the long run. Is that what you want?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper past the sudden tightness in my throat.
He’s right and what’s more is I know he’s right. Consistency is the most important thing for any Little girl, but especiallyourLittle girl. Getting used to the demands of one Daddy would be difficult enough. With two of us, we need to be as unified as possible so she never has to doubt herself.
Or us.
To my surprise, Ezra slides his hand forward to cup my cheek, his lips curving up in a small smile. “You are going to be a great Daddy, Byron. But if she thinks she can play you, she will. We need to present a united front. Which means when you ask something of her and she refuses, what will you do?”
“Punish her.” As much as I enjoy spanking a naughty bottom, my heart constricts at the thought of making our princess cry. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better, I promise.”
“I know you will. Which is why you won’t be feeling the sting of my belt this time. But this is a one-time exception, which I am only making because this is all so new for both of us. Understood?”
Relief floods my system and if I wasn’t already on my knees I might have fallen to them. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now…” Stepping back, that smug smile still playing on his lips, he reaches for his belt, flicking it open before unbuttoning his dress pants. “Just because you aren’t being punished doesn’t mean you can’t apologize properly.”
It’s a dance as old as time between us. Sitting up straighter, I wrap my arms behind my back, each palm cupping the opposite elbow as he frees his thick, hard cock from his pants. With my eyes locked on his, I let my lips fall open so he can push inside my mouth.
He isn’t gentle. When I’m not in trouble, he lets me take my time, lets me explore and tease as much as I want.
But when Iamin trouble, he does not accept pleasure. He takes it, fingers tangled in my hair as he thrusts forward, fucking my face until I gag around the length of him, drool sliding from the corners of my mouth as I stare up at him.
At a particularly deep thrust, one that has my vision going black at the edges, I have to dig my fingers into my elbows to keep from reaching for him. Once, and only once, I tried to push him away during an “apology” and Ezra made sure I regretted that choice every day for a week.
So I refuse to budge, letting myself be used even as my throat grows raw and my jaw begins to ache. Until, at last, the hot, salty taste of him pours down my throat.
Panting slightly, he pulls free of my mouth, tucking his cock back into his pants before leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “Thank you for that beautiful apology, my love. You may get dressed now.”
Disappointment stabs at my chest. Getting dressed means there’s no pleasure to be had for me, at least not now. Which I know is less of a punishment than I deserve for disappointing him, so I don’t argue.
Ezra holds out a hand, helping me to my feet, and just as he pulls me into his arms a voice draws our attention to the doorway.
“Ho. Lee. Shit. That was the hottest thing I’veeverseen.”
Nicole
