Page 6 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Five

Byron

Thankfully, breakfast is a rather calm affair.

Nicole works her way through not just one, or two, but three Belgian waffles, each piled so high with whipped cream you can barely see the waffle itself.

It’s an indulgence Ezra wouldn’t normally allow, but considering the state we found her in, apparently he's willing to bend a bit.

The fact that he’s willing to bend at all tells me how taken he is with our little princess.

We chat a bit, each of us telling her about ourselves to hopefully win her trust. But when I ask her why she left West Virginia, she visibly draws in on herself, lifting one shoulder in a careless shrug.

“I dunno,” she says around a mouthful of waffle, earning her a sharp frown from Daddy Ezra.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Nicole. It’s rude.”

Apparently her “lesson in manners” didn’t last too long because she rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to show him the waffle that’s still left there.

“Nicole Marie West.”

Uh-oh. The Daddy voice and her full name. Our Little girl is right on the edge of getting herself in Big Trouble.

Because I know Ezra well enough to know that if he has to punish her for the same thing twice in a row he will make it a punishment she won’t likely forget, I lean in, distracting her by snagging a piece of bacon from her plate.

“Little girls without manners don’t get bacon,” I say with a shrug, biting off the crispy end.

Nicole pouts but chews thoroughly and swallows before speaking again. “There’s not really anything to tell. My family sucks, West Virginia sucks, and I wanted something better. So I went looking for it.”

A crack forms in my heart at the thought of our sweet girl walking and hitchhiking up the East Coast. So far from her destination but, as far as I’m concerned, right where she needs to be.

I don’t quite have the heart to push her to tell us more right this second, so I make a note to dig into it later and turn the conversation to happier topics.

Her favorite color, favorite foods, favorite animals.

Nicole doesn’t seem to think anything of it, but I know damn well Ezra is storing each and every answer away and one day she’ll walk into her nursery and find it decorated to her exact tastes.

It’s his way, how he shows love without actually saying the words.

After breakfast, we put her down for a nap with surprisingly little fuss. Poor thing is probably so exhausted after all that traveling that she’s just grateful for the rest.

Pulling the door of her nursery closed behind us, Ezra pins me with a look that has my stomach dropping to my knees. I know that look, far too well, and it never bodes well for me.

“Go to our bedroom, remove all of your clothes, and wait for me. On your knees, in the middle of the floor.”

“Why? What did I do?” Running back through the memories of our morning with Nicole, I can’t think of a single thing I’ve done wrong.

Ezra raises a brow and my heart slams against my ribs. “Did any part of that sound like an invitation for a discussion, boy?”

Oh, yeah. He’s pissed. “No, Sir.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Even though I’m still confused, even though I still want answers, I turn on my heel and head for our bedroom. Arguing with Ezra never ends well, even when he’s not in a mood, so the best thing for me right now is to obey.

Naked and kneeling in the middle of our bedroom, I wait for him just as I was told. The longer I kneel, the more time my mind has to conjure up a dozen different punishments he might have in mind for me, each more painful than the last.

Finally, the door behind me opens and I hear the sound of his footsteps on the carpet as he comes to stand in front of me.

“Eyes on me, boy.”

Boy . That single syllable shifts my headspace, and as I lift my eyes to meet his stern gaze, I know that whatever he has in store for me I’ll bear.

Because I love him with all my heart, but more than that, I trust him. I trust that he will never harm me, never give me more than I can truly bear.

Placing a single finger beneath my chin, he forces my head back a bit further. “You know how I feel about you spoiling the little ones, Byron.”

“Yes, Sir.” Was this about breakfast? Me stepping in to save Nicole from herself?

“So you can understand why I might be disappointed with how you handled our princess’s bath time.”

Her bath? What about her— oh . He means when I gave into her request to wash her own bottom.

Whoops.

“I’m sorry. It’s just, she’s already been through so much, Sir. I wanted to make things a bit easier on her.”

“I understand. And I’m not immune to her charms. But if we allow her even a small bit of leniency, she’ll just push harder and harder, seeing what she can get away with. Giving in to her is only making it harder on her in the long run. Is that what you want?”

“No, Sir,” I whisper past the sudden tightness in my throat.

He’s right and what’s more is I know he’s right. Consistency is the most important thing for any Little girl, but especially our Little girl. Getting used to the demands of one Daddy would be difficult enough. With two of us, we need to be as unified as possible so she never has to doubt herself.

Or us.

To my surprise, Ezra slides his hand forward to cup my cheek, his lips curving up in a small smile.

“You are going to be a great Daddy, Byron. But if she thinks she can play you, she will. We need to present a united front. Which means when you ask something of her and she refuses, what will you do?”

“Punish her.” As much as I enjoy spanking a naughty bottom, my heart constricts at the thought of making our princess cry. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“I know you will. Which is why you won’t be feeling the sting of my belt this time. But this is a one-time exception, which I am only making because this is all so new for both of us. Understood?”

Relief floods my system and if I wasn’t already on my knees I might have fallen to them. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now…” Stepping back, that smug smile still playing on his lips, he reaches for his belt, flicking it open before unbuttoning his dress pants. “Just because you aren’t being punished doesn’t mean you can’t apologize properly.”

It’s a dance as old as time between us. Sitting up straighter, I wrap my arms behind my back, each palm cupping the opposite elbow as he frees his thick, hard cock from his pants. With my eyes locked on his, I let my lips fall open so he can push inside my mouth.

He isn’t gentle. When I’m not in trouble, he lets me take my time, lets me explore and tease as much as I want.

But when I am in trouble, he does not accept pleasure. He takes it, fingers tangled in my hair as he thrusts forward, fucking my face until I gag around the length of him, drool sliding from the corners of my mouth as I stare up at him.

At a particularly deep thrust, one that has my vision going black at the edges, I have to dig my fingers into my elbows to keep from reaching for him. Once, and only once, I tried to push him away during an “apology” and Ezra made sure I regretted that choice every day for a week.

So I refuse to budge, letting myself be used even as my throat grows raw and my jaw begins to ache. Until, at last, the hot, salty taste of him pours down my throat.

Panting slightly, he pulls free of my mouth, tucking his cock back into his pants before leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “Thank you for that beautiful apology, my love. You may get dressed now.”

Disappointment stabs at my chest. Getting dressed means there’s no pleasure to be had for me, at least not now. Which I know is less of a punishment than I deserve for disappointing him, so I don’t argue.

Ezra holds out a hand, helping me to my feet, and just as he pulls me into his arms a voice draws our attention to the doorway.

“Ho. Lee. Shit. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Nicole

As one, Byron and Ezra both turn to me, their expressions a mix of surprise and, on Ezra’s account at least, disapproval.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping, little girl.”

Uh-oh. There’s that voice again, the one that tells me I’m either about to be in big trouble, or I’m already there. But unlike before, now the voice only makes me ache for them even more than I already was.

“Sorry.” The word “Daddy” catches in my throat, surprising me with how much I actually want to say it. “I couldn’t sleep so I came looking for you and… I should probably apologize for spying on you but I’m having a hard time feeling guilty about it because seriously that was so freaking hot.”

A grin spreads across Byron’s face. Still gloriously naked, his slender, chiseled body on full display, he steps forward to lift me into his arms. “Did you enjoy watching your Daddies together, princess?”

“Uh-huh.”

Byron turns to meet Ezra’s gaze, and it’s like some unspoken communication passes between them.

“That was very naughty.” The words sound like he’s scolding me, but Ezra’s voice tells a different story.

Even though I just watched him fuck someone’s face without mercy, his voice is rough and low just like it was when he was talking to Byron.

“Little girls who spy on their Daddies get their naughty little bottoms spanked.”

Shit, shit, shit. This was not what I’d hoped for. Not that I’d really hoped for anything specific, but the last thing I was looking for when I climbed out of my crib was a spanking. “No! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t spank me!”

But my protests are in vain. Ezra is already settling on a deep couch in a gorgeous shade of navy blue.

“Bring her to me, Byron.”

Wrapping my arms around Byron’s neck, I cling to him with what little strength I have. “Byron, no! Please don’t let him spank me. I’m scared!”

“Sorry, princess. If Daddy Ezra says you’ve earned a spanking then you’ve earned a spanking.”

Well, so much for him being the easy mark. Dammit.

“Good boy,” Daddy Ezra praises as Byron hands me off to him. “And Daddy Byron is right, little one. You won’t do yourself any favors by trying to play us off each other. So I suggest you don’t try it again in the future, unless you want a spanking from both of us.”

As he lectures, he drapes me over his lap with ease, despite my struggling and kicking. As if I weigh nothing.

He peels the diaper from me, and while I never thought I’d want to wear a diaper, I find myself immediately missing the protection it provides. Once again, I’m half naked in front of these strangers, my most vulnerable parts on display.

“Byron, spread her legs so we can see just how naughty our little princess has been.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is the thing I dreaded the most when I woke up and found myself trapped with them. And yet, my traitorous pussy practically gushes as Byron grips my thighs, forcing them apart.

“She’s positively soaked, Ezra. Such a dirty, naughty little girl, aren’t you, princess?”

Shame heats my face as I bury my head in my folded arms. “Nuh-uh.”

Someone’s fingers brush against my exposed lips and Ezra chuckles. “Looks like we have to add lying to your tally. You’re certainly racking up those spankings, princess.”

A moment later, his hand connects with my bare ass, and I instinctively cry out. But it doesn’t take long for me to realize this spanking is different from the first one. The swat still hurts, but not nearly as much as before. And already the sting is fading into an almost pleasurable warmth.

“Naughty, filthy little princess,” Ezra scolds in that same gravelly tone as he continues swatting me. “But lucky for you, this is the perfect place for a dirty little girl like yourself to learn how to be a good girl.”

His words fill me with shame, but somehow it doesn't feel… bad. Every word, every swat only adds to the ache between my thighs, making me crave things I know I have no business craving from these men.

Without even realizing it, I grind my hips against his thigh, desperate for some kind of relief from the burning need in my pussy.

The spanking stops, and again Ezra's fingers slip between my legs, only now he doesn’t settle for just brushing against my soaked lips.

He plunges his fingers into my pussy, pressing against some magical spot inside me that shatters me instantly.

Screaming, I buck over his lap as pleasure floods my body, hotter and more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before. My mind goes blank and all I know is them and want and need.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at our filthy little girl, Byron. You should feel how hard her cunt is squeezing my fingers. Whatever are we going to do with her?”

“I suggest the cigarette method. You know in the old tv shows and such when a kid got caught with a cigarette so his mom would make him smoke the whole pack to teach him a lesson?”

Still stroking that same spot inside me, Ezra chuckles. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Why don’t you take over her spanking while I keep finger-fucking this tight little pussy until we’re both satisfied she’s learned her lesson.”