Page 19 of Savage Daddies
Now that my face is all cleaned up and I’m no longer sobbing, Axel sets the cloth aside and resumes hugging me tight and running his hands up and down my back. I soak up the comfort they’re offering, wondering if I’ll ever be able to think of them as my daddies. They say I need guidance and part of me supposes they’re right. I’m used to being the boss, even though deep down I never really reached a point where I felt entirely grown up. I’m still that girl who’s shaking in her bed at the group home, afraid of the shadows in the dark. But at least when I’m with Nash and Axel, I’m not alone in that scary place. They’re right there with me, two large bright beacons standing guard, refusing to let anyone or anything hurt me.
Nash delves his hand lower, until he reaches between my thighs and strokes my gathering wetness. I gasp but don’t try to evade his touch.
“She’s soaking wet,” he announces and I flush with shame.
He continues his explorations, drawing his fingers through my moisture. I quiver as the sensation builds and my clit pulses harder. If I were wearing a VR suit that was vibrating, I would have already come. But I need him to stroke my clit and I moan in frustration when he doesn’t touch the part of me that’s throbbing most. He chuckles deep in his throat, and I realize he’s taking pleasure in teasing me. My hips jerk back as I seek more of his caresses. Axel cups my breasts and runs his thumbs over my hardening nipples.
“Does our little girl need to come?” Nash asks, his voice a sensuous whisper against my ear as his beard tickles my cheek.
I whimper. “Yes, please.”
“You have to ask for it,” Axel says. “Say, ‘Daddy Nash, will you please make me come?’”
I press my lips together at first, resisting as I manage to cling to one last thread of resistance. I shouldn’t want this and I shouldn’t want them. Real sex—or anything close to it—is considered one of the most taboo acts a person can experience.
He’s already made you come once before.
My need mounts higher and I whimper again. Finally, I relent. “Please, please, Daddy Nash,” I whisper. “Will you please make me come?”
“Of course, little girl. Thank you for asking so politely.” A second later, he presses one finger over my clit and circles my pulsing nubbin with deliciously precise strokes.
In mere moments, a rush of ecstasy crashes over me. I clutch onto Axel and moan as I catapult into the starry night sky, awash in an endless quaking euphoria that steals my breath. I fly higher and higher, until the last waves of my orgasm begin to recede and I start floating back down to Earth. When I regain my senses somewhat, I open my eyes and realize I’m dizzy. But Axel keeps holding me up, and he continues supporting me while Nash drags a wet soapy cloth through my sensitive, intimate folds.
“Good girl,” Nash says.
Though I’m not sure what exactly he’s praising me for, I soak up the praise and bask in his kind, gentle tone. Both the brothers can be stern, but they can also be gentle sometimes. I like their gentleness, when they’re tending to me and comforting me. I’ve never experienced such undivided attention from anyone before. They make me feel like I’m the center of their universe and the thought brings a brief smile to my lips.
I jerk forward when he spreads my bottom cheeks and runs the cloth over my most private place. “Please, no,” I utter, but Axel holds me in place and I have no choice but to remain on my knees in the bath water while Nash tends to my bottom hole.
“Yes,” Nash says. “I know this might be embarrassing for you, Josie, but it’s a daddy’s job to take care of his little girl in all ways. Now stop tensing up or I’ll give you extra swats on your bottom hole.”
My breath catches and I immediately relax my behind cheeks. I shouldn’t be surprised by his threat to swat my bottom hole, but I am. It sounds more scandalous than real sex, though I can’t help the heated flushes that move through me as I imagine him inflicting such a shameful punishment.
“Very good girl,” Axel says, stroking my hair.
Despite myself, I melt under his praise. I don’t understand it, but whenever they call me a good girl, it makes the heated aching between my thighs flare up all over again. Nash seems to notice my freshly cleaned pussy is becoming wetter once more, and once he finishes with my bottom hole, he grabs a brand-new cloth and dips it into the soapy water before dragging it over my folds. Though I just came a couple of minutes ago, I’m certain I could have another orgasm if Nash would only touch my clit again. Whenever the cloth moves over my nubbin, I give a keening moan and arch my back as I lean further into Axel, which makes my center jut out so Nash has better access to my privates.
Unfortunately, I don’t receive the attention to my clit that I’m hoping for. Nash finishes cleaning my pussy and Axel pulls the plug on the tub, allowing the water to drain out. Once the tub is empty, he turns on a showerhead that’s connected to the tub and rinses me off. Afterward, Nash helps me stand up and wraps a large fluffy towel around me, while Axel grabs another towel to dry my hair. I open my mouth, preparing to tell the brothers that I’m capable of drying myself off, but Axel shoots me a stern look, as if he knows I’m about to protest, so I clamp my lips shut and lower my head. My bottom is so sore I’ll have to sleep on my stomach, and I most definitely don’t want to receive any extra smacks tonight.
I suppress a yawn as I’m led to the large bed where Nash set a stack of clothing earlier. He selects a long white nightgown that’s trimmed in lace from the pile and turns to me. I eye the other clothes, wondering if they’re for me, too. It looks like a couple of dresses, shirts, and some pants.
“Henrietta made these by hand and they are for you,” Nash explains. “You aren’t the first girl from a techno-city to stop at this inn. She has a business making clothing for the young women who are taken from the techno-cities to be kept as mates.”
“Thank you,” I say, truly grateful. I’m glad I don’t have to put my dirty clothes back on and the items are beautiful. A bit girlish-looking, but pretty nonetheless.
“You’re welcome.” Nash’s eyes flicker with warmth and he holds out the nightgown. “Arms up, little girl.”
I comply and he slips the nightgown over my arms and head, drawing it down over my body. He steps back to look at me and smiles.
“You look very cute in that.”
I flush. “Thank you, Daddy Nash.” Then I gasp and cover my mouth. I hadn’t meant to call him Daddy. It had just come out. I lower my hand and try to pretend nothing strange just happened.
Nash gathers me in his arms, and Axel stands nearby, stroking my hair. I’m crowded between both savages in a bedroom, just the three of us. I can see the bed from my peripheral vision and wonder if they plan to put their cocks inside me tonight. They want me as their little girl and their mate.
Why haven’t they claimed me yet?
Are they waiting until we reach their village? I want to ask, but I’m also afraid of the answer. If I know exactly when they’ll do it, I’m not sure I’ll be able to withstand the anticipation as the hour draws nearer.
