Daddy and Papa laughed again easily, hearing the pleasure and contentment in her voice.
“Too sore for your daddy and me to have you?”
“No, Papa.”
“Good,” Daddy said, coming to his feet, taking her with him.
She clung to him as he carried her to their bedroom and giggled as he tossed her on the bed, although it was mixed with gasps and squeaks because wow that smarted. But that was all part of the fun, wasn’t it?
Chapter Seven
Ian
Their little princess was the cutest, bouncing on the bed in a froth of skirts and petticoats, her cheeks pink, a big smile on her face even as she sometimes yelped because yeah, a good ass-beating could make you a bit tender and Ry wasn’t known for pulling his punches—or really, whatever implement he’d used on her.
Ian couldn’t wait to see the marks his partner had left, make his own too. Ry was sometimes a hard act to follow, like a flurry coming after a blizzard, but he wouldn’t have begrudged the guy wrecking Coco after a whole week away from her. He couldn’t even imagine it, not seeing her smile or hearing her laugh or being able to cuddle her, feed her, or having her leave him coloring pages or trinkets…
But speaking of Ry, where was he? He’d been the one who’d wanted to watch. Had he been waylaid by something more important? What the hell could that possibly be?
Although a few seconds later Ry came into their room and settled himself into the rocking chair in the corner, a pint glass of Hudson’s latest in one hand, a plateful of the cookies Coco had made for him in the other. Okay, that was fair. Had to keep your energy up for indulging your inner voyeur and maybe auteur. Although maybe Ry was worn out and wasn’t up to being bossy. Pfft, that was like a shark being too tired to swim.
His partner sat there having his snack while he and Huds tickled and teased Coco, giving her kisses and cuddles, making her yelp and squirm by pinching the welts Ry had left on her thighs or patting her backside even through the thick cotton of her diaper and the frilly cover. Too precious, too much fun to play with.
When Ry was finished, Ian got his attention. “Hey Ry, where’d you fuck her?”
Because even though his partner didn’t always fuck their little princess when he played with her, Ian couldn’t imagine he hadn’t after going without for a week.
“Her ass,” Ry answered casually, like they were discussing the weather.
“Perfect,” Huds murmured behind him. “We’ve been working on something and this seems like a good opportunity to try it out.”
Oh, yes.
Their little girl looking between them, pink-cheeked and seeming not anxious exactly because she didn’t look nervous—more like anticipating. As if to prove him right, her kitten tongue flicked out to lick her lips.
“Let’s see it then,” Ry replied with a go-ahead lift of his chin, and there was an answering rumble from both him and Hudson. Yeah, they’d be having Coco, as if he had to spur them on. As if he couldstopthem.
“C’mere, sweetheart. I love these pretty clothes Sir dressed you up in but you can’t have them on for what we’re about to do to you.”
Coco flushed a deeper shade of pink and bit the tip of her index finger, but didn’t argue. No, she crawled a few feet across the bed toward him and sat back on her heels.
“Uh-uh, princess. Kneel up, arms up,” he instructed her.
She obeyed, repeating him in a singsong voice, “Kneel up, arms up, everything up!”
“You’re a silly girl, Coco.”
“You’re a silly Papa,” she told him with a knowing nod. Couldn’t argue with that.
He stripped her of everything except her stockings which were thigh-high, knitted in a white diamond pattern, and had big purple bows on the fronts. Sweet and sexy all at once, just like their babygirl.
Once he’d removed her clothes, he shucked his own and laid down, tugging her into a straddle over his hips, rubbing his achingly hard erection through her pussy lips to tease her clit.
Coco put her hands on his chest and rubbed herself on him like a cat in heat, beautiful.
“You ready, Coco? Daddy’s going to fuck your ass while you ride my cock.”
Her pupils dilated and she sucked in a breath, but that might’ve also been the way he was kneading her hot, swollen ass cheeks while she slicked her arousal up and down his dick. She nodded, though, biting her bottom lip.