Page 14 of Double Daddies
Chapter Six
Ezra
She’s a vision, our naughty little princess, draped over my lap with her pink bottom on display as she whimpers and pants through her orgasm. Everything we’ve ever wanted, everything we’ve worked toward the past five years is finally here.
And she’s so much more perfect than I ever could have dreamed.
Other than her language, which I’ll need to address later, especially if she can’t curb those impulses. For now, however, all I want is to watch her come apart again.
Shifting to kneel in front of us, Byron looks up, his pale gaze locking with mine. And I can see everything I’m thinking, everything I’m feeling reflected back at me.
“Daddy Byron is going to spank you now, princess,” I explain, slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her spasming pussy. “I hope you’re learning your lesson about what happens to dirty little girls who like to spy on people.”
I'm not angry about it and neither is Byron. But knowing our Little girl was so turned on by watching us together was an opportunity neither of us could pass up.
Byron swats her, and I have the pleasure of watching her skin turn ever pinker as he spanks. With every swat, her little pussy squeezes my fingers even tighter, and if I hadn’t just come down my boy’s throat I might embarrass myself right here at the thought of what she’ll feel like around my cock when I fuck her.
Sliding my slick fingers from her, I find her clit, swollen with need. Nicole whines when I roll it between my fingers, shifting her hips, though whether she’s trying to escape my touch or work herself toward another orgasm even quicker, I’m not sure. I don’t think even she knows what she wants at this point.
“Please… please…” Her voice pitches up to a whine as she pushes her hips backward against my hand.
“Please, what, princess? Who am I?”
“Oh, god.” She lets out a low groan. “Can’t—Can’t call you th-that.”
“Yes you can, princess,” Byron coaxes in that gentle way he has, even as he lands an extra hard swat to her bottom. “Who are we? It’s just one little word and then you can have your next orgasm.”
She’s frantic now, whimpering and whining as her hips grind against my thigh. “Please! Please, I’mdying.”
“You aren’t dying, little one.” I can’t help but laugh at her dramatics. “But until you beg me properly, you won't be getting another. I’m perfectly content to keep you over my lap the rest of the day, teasing you with pleasure kept just out of reach until you obey.”
“No!” The word comes out as a long, plaintive wail.
“Yes.” I press harder on her clit, working her toward that edge without allowing her to fall over it just yet. “Don’t you want to show your Daddies what a good girl you can be, Nicole?”
“I’m n-not a g-good girl,” she pants out, and there’s so much conviction in those words it nearly shatters my heart.
“I don’t believe that for a second. And I don’t think Daddy Byron does, either.”
“Nope.” Picking up the pace on his swats, he spanks even harder, her bottom turning a beautiful rose color beneath his palm. “You are a very good girl, princess. And more importantly, you’reourgood girl. Now, beg Daddy Ezra to let you come so we can watch our good girl get the pleasure she deserves.”
It takes several long minutes of coaxing, of telling her what a good girl she is, of me taking her just to the edge of oblivion and yanking her back from the edge before she breaks.
“Please, Daddy!” She screams, bucking wildly over my lap. “Please, please, let me come, Daddy,please.”
“That’s our good fucking girl,” I growl, shoving my fingers inside and sending her flying.
Her cries of pleasure echo around the room and I don’t give her a second to recover before driving her up over that peak again. And again. And again. All while Byron continues to spank her bottom to a hot, bright pink.
It isn’t until she’s collapsed over my knee, unable to even move that I relent. She’s practically boneless in my arms as I cradle her, rocking her gently.
“Byron, I think we have some milk in the fridge. Why don’t you make our sweet princess a bottle,” I whisper, not wanting to disturb her just yet.
Nodding, Byron rises to his feet and hurries out to the kitchen still completely nude. He returns a few minutes later with a bottle full of cold milk. It isn’t the proper kind of milk for Little girls, but we have a source for that. One of the professors here at the school is a Mommy waiting on her own Little girl, and she’s been pumping for months in anticipation of finding her. Scarlett has plenty of milk stockpiled in her freezer, and she’s already told us we’re welcome to it when the need arises.
Making a mental note to talk to Scarlett later, I bring the bottle to Nicole’s lips, watching in fascination as she sucks the rubber tip with a quiet sigh. And when I lift my head to meet Byron’s gaze, my heart constricts in my chest. Nothing could be sweeter than this moment, with our baby girl in my arms as my boy looks on with tears of joy in his eyes. Absolutely nothing.
Nicole
