Page 34 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Twenty

DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove

Drake & Damian

Drake and Damian had meticulously prepared the patio outside Drake’s bedroom.

The large daybed was draped in soft linens and faced both the infinity pool and the vast ocean beyond.

Flickering candlelight from dozens of hurricane lanterns cast dancing shadows across the stone tiles.

The moonlight painted silvery streaks across the dark water, creating a magical ambiance.

“Oh, my,” Elle said as they guided her to the daybed. “This is beautiful.”

“All to make you smile, babygirl,” Damian purred as they flanked her on the daybed.

A small mahogany table held a carefully curated cheeseboard featuring aged cheddar, brie, and blue cheese alongside fresh figs, grapes, and ruby-red strawberries. Crystal wine glasses caught the candlelight, throwing prisms of light against the stone walls.

They wanted this night to be perfect. Their day at the beach had revealed Elle’s natural Little inclinations. The way she responded to their guidance and protection showed them the precious gift they had discovered. This evening was aimed at setting the foundation for their future dynamic.

Elle gazed over the romantic setting as Damian handed her a glass of wine. Her lips curved into a playful smile. “No milk tonight? Or are you about to whip out a baby bottle and make me drink my wine that way?”

Drake’s rich chuckle filled the night air. “Not tonight, little one. Tonight, we have other plans.”

“We want you fully present since you’re going to do a big girl thing to please your Daddies,” Damian added, his fingers trailing along her bare shoulder.

The two men exchanged a heated glance. Their little baker had captured their attention from the moment they laid eyes on her, but discovering her inexperience in their lifestyle had ignited a primal need to claim her completely.

Their background checks revealed more than just her business acumen.

Her choice of partners painted a clear picture—all were successful businessmen who had dated her briefly before she moved on.

None of them possessed the dominance she craved, the firm hand and nurturing she needed.

“We’re going to take such good care of you tonight, princess.” Drake’s voice deepened with promise.

Damian traced a finger down her spine. “Your first time should be special. That’s why we prepared all of this.” He gestured at the romantic setting. “We want you to remember and cherish the experience.”

“M-My first time?” She glanced hesitantly between them, but Drake could tell she already knew what was coming. The glow in her eyes was one of excitement, not straight-out fear.

Their gazes locked on her face, drinking in every micro expression.

They loved the way her breath hitched as her lips parted slightly.

The flutter of the pulse at the base of her throat was an invitation they would soon explore.

Her innocence to double penetration made them want to devour her, but they intended to take their time and show her exactly how good it could be when she surrendered to them both.

“You’re our Little now,” Drake murmured against her ear. “And we’re going to teach you pleasure you’ve never imagined.” He cupped her face but kept his voice low and engaging. “Have you ever had double penetration, babygirl?”

“Double penetration as in… in…” Her blue eyes widened, and a pretty blush stained her cheeks.

But what struck them both was that she didn’t flee.

They had given her the bathroom as her safe space, the only door in the house with a key to lock.

It was a concession every Little needed.

The fact that she stayed, despite her obvious apprehension, told them everything they needed to know.

“Yes,” Damian said between nibbles on her ear. “Getting fucked in your pussy and asshole.”

“Nnnnooo.” It looked like she was hyperventilating, and her eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

“Well.” Drake looked at Damian. “Aren’t you the lucky one today?”

“W-What do you mean?” Elle looked fearfully between them.

“Well, babygirl,” Drake murmured with a tender kiss on her lips. “We did promise you a sex sandwich... yours will be accompanied by a popping cherry... hmm, delicious.”

“I... I’ve never…” she stammered, wringing her hands.

“We know, babygirl,” Damian assured her. “That’s what makes this so special.”