Don’t act up.
“Ah.” Adam nodded thoughtfully then swung his gaze down to Ariana. “And what’s your name?” he asked in the same voice he would use with a small girl.
She hated that tone, and worse, she despised having to return the playacting.
“My name’s Ariana.” She grabbed hold of Costello’s hand. “This is my daddy.” She held on to him fast. Adam’s leering made her stomach ache.
“Well, he’s your daddy for now,” Adam corrected her, lowering himself down to his haunches in front of her. “But you need a forever Daddy, don’t you?” he asked. His eyes roamed over her, taking her in.
“I…” She wasn’t sure what the right answer was supposed to be. Would it be bad to say she wanted a different Daddy than Costello? Or was she supposed to tell these men she only wanted Costello as her daddy?
“It’s okay. I know it’s hard to think with all these things going on here.” Adam placed his hand on her knee. “I’m sure your daddy is training you really well so your forever Daddy will be happy as punch to have you.” He grinned and squeezed her knee.
She looked up at Costello. Why wasn’t he stopping this man from touching her?
“Do you want to show me some of the things your daddy has taught you?” His hands slipped further down her legs, just below the lace hem of her dress.
“No.” Costello reached down and placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder, stilling him. “She’s only allowed to observe tonight. No playing.”
Adam looked up with a frown. “Not even a few minutes?”
“No.” Costello shook his head. “Besides, she’s only been here a short time. Not long enough to know how to do the things you like.” Costello gave Adam a knowing smile. “You’d be wasting your time when you could enjoy a girl more experienced.”
Ariana pushed Adam’s hands away from her with her free hand.
“Ariana,” Costello snapped at her. “That was very rude. Apologize right now.”
Her tongue thickened in her mouth. Apologize for not letting the asshole fondle her? Never.
“Ariana,” Costello warned. “Now, unless you’d like a punishment right here?”
“No!” she almost shouted.
“Then do what you’re told.” He pointed to Adam, who had gotten to his feet and was now staring down at her with a confident glare.
She huffed and turned her attention to him. “I’m sorry I shoved you.”
“It’s all right. You’re not used to other Daddies yet. But I’m sure Costello will teach you everything you need to know.” Adam patted her head then turned his full attention to Costello. “When is her adoption date?”
“At the next party,” Costello said. His jaw clenched, and his hand took hold again and tightened around Ariana’s.
“I’ll have to be sure I’m there.” Adam grinned. “Jeanie, my last little girl, had a problem with the Lullaby. It stopped working so well and when we tried to up her dose, it was too much for her. I had to let her go.”
Let her go?
Ariana’s throat clamped down around the wretched sound begging to escape. He made it sound like he’d fired her, but Ariana suspected the girl was gone forever.
“Daddy?” She finally controlled her horror to tug on his hand.
“It’s all right.” He wiggled her hand and kept his conversation going with Adam.
She forced herself to ignore them. She didn’t need to hear anything else. She would never get adopted. She had to find a way out of this. Costello would keep her safe.
Another shriek hurt her ears, and Ariana turned to face the sound. Another girl, the one who’d been drinking from the dildo bottle, was bent over the arm of the couch she’d just been snuggled on with her daddy. Her dress had been flipped up. The man who’d been feeding her the bottle was now pushing his cock into her mouth while a second man spread her asscheeks far open and was shoving his dick into her asshole. Tears were running down her face, and Ariana had never seen a more terrified person before.
No. No. Fucking monsters.
Ariana pulled on Costello’s hand again. She needed to get out of there before she went into a full-on panic. Not to mention, the feeling of guilt for not doing anything to help the girls almost suffocated her with despair. She couldn’t take any more.
So many cries.
So many howls and pleas of mercy.
No, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Stop, Daddy. I can’t, Daddy. No more, Daddy.
This was too awful to endure for another second, and all she had to do was be a spectator.
“I’ll let you get back to the show.” Adam chuckled and walked away.
Costello pulled Ariana to her feet and leaned closer to her ear. “Watch and remember, Ariana. The lube I used, the care I took when I fucked your tight asshole this afternoon, isn’t being used here. This is what little girls in the playroom go through. This is the exact reason that I am so strict with you.”