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“I’m sorry!” The words finally tore from her raw throat. “Please, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
The switch paused mid-air, but she could sense Damian’s arm remaining ready. “What are you sorry for, little girl?”
“For... for being disrespectful,” she choked out between heaving sobs. “For ruining everything and thinking that just because you made love to me, I could act however I wanted.”
Her flesh throbbed with each heartbeat, feeling shredded, though she knew Damian’s control meant there would only be welts. The physical pain was intense, but it paled compared to the knowledge that she had disappointed them and, in turn, disappointed herself. She had let fear of her growing feelings turn her into exactly the kind of brat they wouldn’t tolerate.
Damian untied her with careful movements. Elle’s legs trembled as she tried to stand while her mind reeled from the revelation of his hidden severity. The playful, gentler Daddy had vanished, replaced by an unflinching disciplinarian who had reduced her to a sobbing mess.
Drake gathered her into his arms, and she gratefully buried her face against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist. His hands traced soothing patterns across her back while she cried, her bottom burning with each sob that wracked her body. He remained silent, letting her process the punishment and its implications.
When her crying subsided to hiccups, Drake tilted her chin up. His stern expression and unwavering gaze made her want to look away, but she forced herself to meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry. It’s just…” Elle bit her lip, the truth of her growing feelings threatening to spill out. She couldn’t tell them how her heart ached, how she yearned for more than their temporary arrangement since she wasn’t going to stay. “After the wonder you introduced me to, it was such a disappointment to wake up in the crib and not your arms.”
“I told you the first night, Elle, you will sleep where we decide.” He offered a lopsided grin. “Last night... it was for your own good. You have no idea the effect you have on us, babygirl. We put you in the crib because we wouldn’t have been able to keep our hands off you. It was your first time with double penetration. There was no way you would’ve been able to go two or three more rounds.”
Elle’s eyes widened. Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ of surprise. “Two or three... you... I…”
“Yes, Elle.” Damian wiped away the tear tracks on her cheeks. His touch was gentle again, but she would never forget the steel beneath his tenderness. “You have given up so much more last night than we ever expected. You are ours now, babygirl.”
“Completely ours, Elle,” Drake’s voice dropped an octave as his eyes darkened with possession. “And we’re never letting you go.”
The finality in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. They spoke as if the contract didn’t exist, as if her eventual departure wasn’t already predetermined.
Elle pressed closer to Drake’s chest, hiding the flash of pain that crossed her face. Let them believe what they want. She knew the truth.
This was temporary, no matter how much her heart protested otherwise.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The Turtle Festival
Double D Acquisition private hangar, Owen Roberts International Airport, George Town, Cayman Islands
Elle
Elle tugged on both her Daddies’ hands, weaving through the crowd like a determined eel. “Hurry, you two slowpokes! We'll miss all the fun!”
The past couple of weeks had been different. Since Damian’s harsh lesson, she had played her role perfectly, or at least, she told herself it was still just a role. The welts had faded, but the memory of his stern discipline lingered, keeping her wilder impulses in check. Mostly.
At least the punishments she had brought upon herself since then hadn’t been as harsh and painful, but it made her mindful that they would always address her brattiness in a manner they deemed appropriate. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t mind them all that much since they almost always followed with spoils and sex… hot and wet sandwich sex.
Although she wasn’t fond of wearing dresses, she had chosen a soft, flowery sundress that swished around her thighs for this occasion. Its bright pattern complemented her sun-kissed skin and the shining tresses falling over her shoulders. She had caught both men staring throughout the morning and felt herself blush at their heated gazes. She had never felt more beautiful.
“Remember your promise to wear shoes all day,” Damian said, eyeing her sandaled feet.
Elle rolled her eyes. “That was one time! How was I supposed to know there’d be broken shells on that part of the beach?”
“The same way you were supposed to know not to dance in an electrical storm,” Drake added dryly. “We warned you.”
“The thunder was far away!” But she grinned, remembering how they had rushed her inside, wrapped her in warm towels, and lectured her for an hour about safety. Their concern had made her chest tight with suppressed longing.
“Come! Hurry, I want to be right in front!” She bounced on her toes, scanning for an opening in the wall of spectators. The festival was everything her father had always promised… but so much more. All because of them… her Daddies. Elle couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so... free.
Damian’s arm snaked around her waist. “Allow me.” He guided them through the crowd with his imposing presence, creating a natural path until they reached the front barrier.
The first sounds of drums had Elle clutching the metal railing.
