Page 65 of Double Daddies
“Come, eat for Daddy.” When he lifted the fork to her lips, she instinctively jerked back. She doubted she would ever get used to being treated like a little girl.
Drake’s low grunt of displeasure made her freeze. The flash of disappointment in his eyes twisted her heart. Swallowing herpride, she leaned forward and accepted the bite from Damian. Amanda stepped forward with a napkin, dabbing at her mouth with maternal care.
Heat crawled up Elle’s neck. Being fed like a child should have mortified her. Yet Damian’s complete focus on each bite he offered, the patience as he waited for her to finish before preparing the next morsel, made her pulse quicken. Drake’s intense gaze followed every movement of her lips, every swallow. Their combined attention wrapped around her like a warm embrace.
When Amanda dabbed her mouth again, Elle’s fingers clenched beneath the table. Being pampered and infantilized created a confusing swirl of resistance and pleasure in her belly. She couldn’t deny how cherished she felt, being the center of their world at this moment, no matter how hard her mind screamed out in protest.
“The Pirate’s Festival commemorates the annual turtle release. I’m sure you’ll enjoy all the festivities.”
Elle immediately perked up when Damian mentioned the festival as he prepared another bite. This was her and her father’s favorite topic.
“The whole island celebrates the hatchlings’ journey to the sea,” he continued. “It started sixty years ago when the islanders noticed the turtle population declining. Now it’s grown into a week-long celebration with the whole community protecting the nests and helping guide the hatchlings to safety.”
“My father used to tell me that the local children dress as turtles,” Elle said enthusiastically. “Is that true? Have you been to a festival?”
“We’ve been to a couple.” Drake smiled, and his eyes softened at Elle’s rapt attention. “Yes, the kids dress up and perform traditional dances that tell the story of the great sea mother who chose our beaches as a sanctuary for her babies.”
Elle’s eyes lit up despite herself. “The way they navigate by the moon’s reflection is fascinating. Did you know they can detect the Earth’s magnetic field to guide them across thousands of miles of ocean? Some even return to the exact same beach where they hatched to lay their own eggs.”
“The festival has become quite famous,” Damian continued, lifting another bite to her lips. “Marine biologists from around the world come to study the nesting grounds. Last year, they tagged over three hundred hatchlings to track their migration patterns.”
“It’s absolutely amazing. I can’t believe I’m finally going to…” Her smile slipped. “Am I still going to see them hatch?”
“Yes, babygirl. We’re going to attend the opening of the festival.”
“Eeek! Thank you! Thank you!” she squealed and planted a kiss on each of their cheeks with exuberance trumping through her.
Her Daddies smiled at her enthusiasm, and for a moment, the tension eased. She accepted each bite Damian offered after that, finding an unexpected peace in surrendering to their care.
Drake’s expression turned serious as he finally turned to her. “About this morning.” He took her hand in his. “Your safety is our top priority, but we can’t keep you safe if you run wild all over the island.”
“I understand. I totally overreacted, and I’m truly sorry.”
“Daddy Damian told me about your discussion, which is why I decided not to punish you… this time.” Drake’s brows drew together. “Let me reiterate one thing he told you, Elle. You’re here because we chose you, not because of any single act you performed. You’re the woman we want in our lives. Yes, we would love you to transition into our Little, and deep within ourselves, we know you have the yearning to be nurtured. We are patient men, and because this is important to us, we havedecided to accede to your request of being a tomboy Little... at first.”
“However,” Damian interjected, offering her a slice of mango, “we need your assurance that within that concession, you will open yourself to a full transition as our babygirl.... the kind of Little who will twirl for us in her dresses and ballet shoes.”
Elle visibly cringed.
Play the part, Elle. It’s only for three months. How hard can it be to wear a frilly dress for a couple of hours a day, for fuck’s sake?"The voice in her head sounded less convinced than usual, but no matter how her heart felt about them or that they were hinting at more than the contractual period,thatwas all to which she could commit. This kind of life wasn’t for her. She needed freedom to choose, needed to maintain control of her choices, and most of all, freedom to be a full-grown woman and be treated as one.
Yet here she sat, willingly accepting bites from Damian’s hand while Drake’s presence anchored her in place.
“I promise to try, Daddy,” she said and offered them a timid smile.
Her chest tightened at their smiles that beamed with approval. The line between pretense and reality had just been drawn, but already, with each passing minute, it blurred.
In three months, would she even remember where that line had been?
Chapter Nineteen
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Drake & Damian
“Please go with Amanda, babygirl. She’ll dress you for our afternoon on the beach.” Drake’s voice held firm yet gentle authority as he watched Elle’s face, waiting for her anticipated reaction. Despite her contrition over her attitude that morning, defiance still flickered in her eyes. Their initial assessment of her easy transition into their lifestyle had proven premature. Just twenty-four hours in, and the challenges were mounting.
There was a shift in her attitude from last night to this morning. The stark contrast from begging to sleep in his arms to this morning’s resistance gnawed at him. Drake prided himself on reading people—it was what made him successful in business and relationships. Yet Elle... she remained an enigma. If she secretly resented the role she had agreed to play, it meant that his instincts about her had been warped.
