Page 150 of Double Daddies
I shouldn’t want to drink out of a bottle.
I shouldn’t want a Daddy to feed me.
I shouldn’t want Daddies to help me in the bathtub, making sure I get all cleaned.
I shouldn’t want my stuffed animal or my super soft blanket.
There are so many things I shouldn’t want because Mateo told me it was shameful.
Shameful.
Wrong.
Disgusting.
“Wow, come back to me, little bit.” Elijah cups my face again. “Where did you go?” he quietly asks.
“I can’t.” I suck in a breath. “Not yet.”
Or ever, but I’m not going to tell him that. Maybe he’ll forget by the time I leave this place. Whenever that is. When am I going to leave? Will Ieverleave? Will I want to leave?
“That’s okay. You don’t have to tell us now, but if you keep going to that place and it’s affecting you, you’ll have to tell us. Falls under the health rule,” he says firmly.
I nod. I’ll just have to make sure I don’t get to that point, but how? It’s not like I try to go down that dark path.
“Now, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. If you want to watch one of us pee to get back at us, you can,” he says, laughing slightly.
“Can I hold it while you pee?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
Our eyes go wide, and I slam my hand over my mouth.
“I can’t believe I just asked that. Oh, my goodness. No. Please forget that!” I yell through my hand, but he doesn’t like that.
“Little bit,” he gently soothes.
I raise my hand. “No. I can’t believe I just asked that. Oh my. How embarrassing. I need you to forget about that.”
“Not happening,” he says.
My mouth falls open. “No? Really? I can’t bribe you with something to forget about it?”
“No.”
“But. But,” I sputter.
“No buts. We aren’t forgetting it. If you want to hold our dicks when we pee once or twice, we’ll let you,” he says.
I blink several times, not expecting him to say that. “I don’t want to talk about this,” I whisper, looking away.
“Then we don’t have to talk about it right now,” he gently replies, grabbing hold of one of my hands. “But we will talk about it eventually.”
“We don’t have to,” I mumble.
“We will. Weneedto. It’s not up for discussion. When all of us are here and can sit down, we’re going to talk about it,” Elijah declares, looking directly into my eyes. “Communication is really important, especially since there are three of us.”
I stay silent as I stare at him. I know communication is important, not telling them things or saying half-truths can affect relationships.
“I’m going to prep dinner in the kitchen. If you need anything, let me know. If you want to come sit in the kitchen with me, you can do that, but no walking or crawling,” he says.
