Page 46 of Double Daddies
Drake’s jaw clenched with a muscle ticking in his cheek. Damian’s fingers drummed once against his armrest in a warning sign she was learning to recognize.
“Hmm, see that, Damian? It seems our Little already needs a… refresher.” Drake’s deep voice carried enough authority to make her shiver at the implication. “What did we say about luggage, little baker?”
Elle’s fingers tightened around the handle of her vanity case. “I know what you said, but?—”
“No buts, Elle.” Damian’s voice cut through her protest. One finger invited her closer. His voice lowered when she didn’t move. “Come here, little one.”
Elle’s feet remained frozen to the spot. Her heart hammered against her ribs as Drake’s eyebrows pulled together into a warning line.
“The first rule of being our Little is following instructions.” Drake’s tone held a dangerous edge. “I believe we made ourselves clear about the luggage, and Damian just issued you a clear instruction you choose to ignore.”
“You did, and he did, but—” Elle swallowed hard, but with determination, she tilted her chin in defiance. “No woman goes away for months without her own belongings. I most definitely—” She bit back the words as Drake’s eyes darkened. Her throat was suddenly dry. “Well, I just thought?—”
“That’s the problem right there.” Damian got up and stepped closer. Her senses immediately kicked into overdrive at his looming presence. “You thought you knew better than your Daddies.”
A shiver ran down Elle’s spine at his words. Her gaze darted between them, noting the tight set of their jaws and the intensity in their eyes. Then his words registered.
Daddies? What the hell is he talking about?
“Amanda.” Drake addressed the attendant without taking his eyes off Elle. “Please store Miss Fitzgerald’s luggage. She won’t be needing any of it.”
“Yes, sir.” The attendant quickly gathered Elle’s bags, but she refused to let go of her vanity case.
“That too, little baker.” Damian’s hand extended toward her prized possession.
She defiantly hugged it closer. “No. This is special. It was my grandmother’s and?—”
“Elle.” Drake’s warning tone made her breath catch. “Hand it to your Daddy.”
“Again, with the Daddy shit? Just what the devil is going on here?” she said in a breathless voice, but at the warning flash in his eyes, she reluctantly handed over the case.
Damian smiled at her confusion as he passed it to the attendant, who left quietly to place everything in the storage area.
“Don’t worry, little one. We’ll make sure it’s kept safe.”
“Look, this is going to be three months of hell if we don’t set some boundaries,” Elle said as she took a step back from Damian. “I am my own person.” She pointed between the three of them. “You can call me your little whatever all you want, but that doesn’t mean I am suddenly going to turn into a mindless doll.”
“Hmm, it seems our little baker is more of a vandal than we initially thought,” Damian said with a pleased smile. Elle could swear he even licked his lips in anticipation.
“How much of that contract did you actually read, Elle?” Drake asked as his large hand wrapped around her upper arm, guiding her firmly toward the seating area.
“All of it.” She glanced sideways at him as his fingers tightened around her arm. “Well, I did, but I was so distracted by the threat of jail that I didn’t quite take in or understand most of it.”
“Then let me compress the content for you very briefly,” Drake said as he fastened her seatbelt once she was seated. “The only boundaries are the ones we already set for you in that contract. As long as you adhere to those rules, your transition as our Little will be as easy as baking your favorite pie.”
“Transition? I thought this was only a three-month commitment.” Her eyes narrowed on them as they sat down. “I don’t care what that contract said. A transition means permanency. There will be none of that, nor do I have any intention of changing who I am or my beliefs just because you say so or had the audacity to put something as unbelievable as that into a legal document.”
The plane’s engines hummed to life. Elle found herself flanked by the two men. The door sealed with a decisive click, taking with it the only means to escape.
“As Damian said not too long ago,” Drake drawled as the plane started moving toward the runway. “It’s up to you how easy or difficult becoming our Little is going to be.”
Elle simmered as his response indicated nothing of what she had just said had made an impact on him. When Damian’s breath ghosted over her ear, she realized they didn’t on him, either.
“Welcome to your new life, baby girl.”
Chapter Nine
Double D Acquisition’s private plane, heading toward the Caribbean
