Chapter Twenty-Two
Huxley
“Let’s get our little girl out of these very grown-up clothes,” Huxley said. “It’s late, she’s had a very rough day, and we should get her ready to go to bed.”
The scowl she flashed him as he toted her over to the bed said going to sleep wasn’t tops on her mind. Wasn’t anywhere near the top of his either, but the actual sleeping part was a long way in the future. First, there was a lot of fun to be had with her.
“Such a sour expression, kitten. That’s not nice. Your daddies are just trying to take the best care of you possible, no need to make faces and misbehave. You’re supposed to be our good, obedient little babygirl. Lo, hold her still, would you?”
He locked eyes with Lo over Tamsyn’s shoulder, and met his twin’s wolfish gaze. Yes, they were going to have so much fun toying with her. Lo left one of his arms wrapped around her waist, and used the other hand to grip her throat, forefinger and thumb at the corners of her jaw. Tipped up that stubborn chin until she mewled and Huxley could see her chest heaving.
“Perfect. Now, you leave those naughty little hands by your sides or I’ll put you in mitts and not let you out until the morning,” he told her.
The way her tongue darted out said that wouldn’t be completely unwelcome, and he started making a mental list of everything he wanted to do to her. Mitts, booties, diapers, bottles, so much fun to be had with his snuggly little kitten. For now, though, he’d settle for getting her naked.
He undid the buttons of her shirt and parted the halves until her torso was exposed, her creamy tits on display. But not enough. He scooped them out from the satin and lace of her bra and tugged on her nipples until they furled into tight little buds he pinched between his fingertips.
“Such a pretty girl with such gorgeous little titties for Daddy to play with,” he crooned, pinching and tugging and rolling the dark pink peaks.
Tamsyn’s face was becoming flushed with arousal, her pupils dilating, her breath coming faster and shorter, her hands curling into fists by her sides. He’d thought to wait on putting her into mitts, but when he saw her hands pulse open then shut again as he toyed with her nipples, he couldn’t help it. If she safed out, then she did and that would be fine. He’d apologize for pushing too hard and ease her back into playing. But he got the feeling they would need to push and coax their reluctant babygirl quite a bit. It was part of the fun of kink, after all, the being able to say you didn’t want something and then having someone “force” you to do it anyway. Deliciously terrible is what that was.
With that in mind, he firmed up his grip, then pulled and twisted the sweet, sensitive berries at the tips of her generous breasts. Hard. So hard she squealed, and just as he’d imagined, her hands flew up to stop him.
His dick got hard as her blush deepened, realizing what she’d done, harder still as he tsked at her.
“Uh-uh, naughty girl. What did Daddy say?”
“T-to keep my hands by my sides,” she said, voice softer and sweeter than it had been minutes earlier, eyes wider.
Was this what she was like in little space? He wanted to drive her so far into that blissful yet vulnerable place her back hit the wall.
“That’s right. And what did you do?”
“I moved them. But only because—”
“Doesn’t matter why, princess,” Lo told her. “You were still naughty and one of your daddies’ jobs is to help you be good. So Hux is going to put those naughty little hands in mitts until we can trust you to behave.”
Tamsyn whimpered and swallowed hard, and he waited.
“You remember your safeword, right, little girl?”
“Yes.”
“And do you need to use it?”
He wouldn’t always press like this because it could disrupt the rhythm of a scene, dispel the energy, break the fantasy, but in the beginning he wanted to be extra careful with her. Especially when they were exploring something new.
Some subs could go non-verbal and if that happened to Tamsyn when she was little, he wanted to learn that before he did any damage. So maybe this would be a little rocky, more choppy than the swiftly flowing river of a well-played scene between familiar partners, but building trust was his first priority for now.
“No, Daddy.”
“Okay. You let us know if that changes. We won’t be upset. It’s our job to keep you safe, so you have to help us do our job. That’s part of being a good girl for your daddies.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good job, babygirl,” he told her, and tugged on her nipples again, enjoying the way her lips parted as he leaned in to give her a kiss on her lovely, plump mouth. “Now Daddy’s going to go get those mitts.”
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Tamsyn
If she’d ever been this wet, so high on kink, she couldn’t remember it. Lolo using his body to hold her fast while Daddy had worked her nipples was unspeakably hot, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to survive still more of this without bursting into flame. Maybe she wouldn’t. It wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
Hux disappeared into a closet for a minute and came back with a pair of puffy pink mitts, clipped together with a short chain that let them dangle from one of his long, elegant fingers. The sight of them made her pussy clench.
“Let’s get you out of this big girl shirt and this bra. Little girls don’t wear bras because their daddies like to see their hard little nipples poking through their clothes. When they’re allowed to wear clothes, anyway.”
Lo adjusted his grip on her while Hux peeled off her shirt and unhooked her bra and drew it over her arms.
“There,” Hux said, lifting her breasts and then letting them fall with a jounce. Then he did it again, and again. God that was mortifying but also felt surprisingly good. “That’s better. Now let’s get these mitts on your naughty hands before you have another chance to misbehave. Give me your hands, naughty girl.”
Why did that one little words, those two tiny syllables, have a hotline to her arousal? Naughty.
She held her hands out to Hux, and he slid one of the mitts onto her hand. It was soft inside, so soft and plush and warmed quickly with the heat of her body. There was a stark contrast between her bared breasts and her enclosed hand that felt luxuriously deviant. Especially when Hux pulled the cuff snug around her wrist and fastened the buckle.
If she thought her arousal had been at a ten before, having her hand curled into a loose fist and knowing the restriction took away so much of her dexterity and ability to do things for herself dialed it up to a very loud eleven. It overwhelmed all other feelings. For a control freak like her, she’d thought it would be scary. Terrifying even. Probably could be. But Hux and Lo didn’t scare her.
“Feel good?”
Hux was looking at her like if he devoted enough energy to the task he’d be able to read her mind. For all she knew, he could.
“Uh-huh. Really good,” she admitted, not entirely sure how she felt about that but also being wound so tight she wasn’t sure she cared. “So, so good, Daddy.”
Hunger flared in his eyes and he brought her arm to his mouth. Kissed and bit his way from the cuff he’d just fastened to the inside of her elbow where he licked and sucked, and Jesus Christ, why had she never thought of that sensitive, vulnerable patch of skin as being an erogenous zone? Because it damn well was.
The only thing keeping her from rocking her hips was the hold Lo had on her. Which was not helping any in the horny department. Fuck was bondage amazing.
When Lo used the grip he had on her jaw to tip her head and expose her neck, pressed his own talented mouth to the skin there, made use of talented tongue and teeth, she thought she might come.
“Mmm,” she whimpered, closing her eyes to fall even further into the pool of sensation they’d tossed her in. “Please…”
“Please what, princess? That’s not very specific,” Lo murmured in her ear before taking her lobe between his lips and then sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh.
His gently mocking tone made her brain melt along with feeling like her pussy was all wet and swollen, ready for him. Them. Fuck.
“I want to come,” she blurted.
Both men laughed, their breath hot and humid against her skin, ratcheting up her desperation. She didn’t like being teased, but maybe she loved it?
“Don’t worry, precious,” Lo told her. “We’re going to get you off. Promise. But not yet.”
“Not even any time soon,” Hux said, releasing her arm and snagging her other wrist so he could put the other mitt on.
She groaned when he fastened the buckle and steered her hands over her head and clipped the mitts together behind Lo’s neck. Hux shook his head, tsking at her. “You’re going to have to learn some patience, babygirl. Don’t worry. Your daddies have lots to spare and we’re very good teachers. We’ll give you many, many lessons on how to be a patient little girl while we play with you. You’re going to let us have our way with you, do whatever we want with these pretty little titties…”
He slapped each of her breasts a few times in quick succession. The sudden sting and heat had her whimpering.
“This perfect plush mouth…”
One of the hands that had just been so rough with her tits gently cupped her jaw and ran a gentle thumb over her mouth. Tamsyn couldn’t help but part her lips, and when Hux pressed his thumb between them, she latched onto it greedily to suck. That wasn’t the only thing she wanted in her mouth, but this would do for now.
Hux slid a hand up the inside of her thigh and she shuddered when he cupped a hand over her sex.
“This sweet, slick pussy…”
Even though she couldn’t move much since Lo was still holding her, his arms like steel bands holding her fast, she tried to cant her hips enough to get some friction, find some relief from this all-encompassing arousal. Hux tsked at her again, and then delivered a short, sharp spank between her thighs that made her squeal.
“So naughty,” Hux admonished. “We really do have a lot to teach you. So many lessons for such a naughty. Little. Baby.”
He punctuated each of the words with another swat and the thin silk of her underwear offered very little protection from the assault. Yep, her brain was officially goo and she’d do just about anything to get off. A climax was so close she could taste it.
“Those were for being so greedy, and these…”
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap.
“Are for interrupting Daddy. Because you know what else Daddy and Lolo get to have our way with? Stroke and finger and stretch and fuck?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed around the thick thumb she was still sucking.
Oh did she ever and she wasn’t at all surprised when his finger nestled into her cleft and circled her asshole.
“That’s right. This tight little hole is going to be all ours. We’ll lube you up and take it slow, but you’re going to take everything we give you, just like a good girl should do. And don’t you worry, we’re going to teach you how to be a very, very good girl for your daddies.”
Tamsyn desperately hoped she wouldn’t expire before they got there.