Page 69 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Five

Nora

I wiggle around on the couch, trying to get comfortable with a full bladder, but it’s so hard. Looking over in the direction of the bathroom, I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. I can wait several more minutes, right?

I should have told Elijah I needed to pee a while ago, but I was stubborn and very embarrassed. He has made sure I’ve been drinking more than usual. Before he left to go take a shower, he asked me if I needed anything, and I should have told him I needed to go potty.

Pulling the blanket off me, I take another deep breath in. How am I going to get to the bathroom? Elijah is going to be mad at me if I walk, but he didn’t say anything about me getting there on my hands and knees.

I carefully plop onto the ground and start crawling. I suck in a breath as my bladder protests. Closing my eyes, tears prickle the back of my eyelids as I stay still. I wrap one arm around my stomach as I breathe in through my nose and out of my mouth, trying to calm myself down.

I’m not going to make it.

I don’t want to have another accident like I did this morning. How humiliating is it for a twenty-eight-year-old girl to wet herself in the middle of the night? But they weren’t mad. They took care of me and made sure I was okay.

Something I probably didn’t deserve.

Placing my hand back on the ground, I crawl another foot before stopping. I press my thighs together to try and get myself to stop from peeing but with each passing second and movement, I need to go more and more.

I blink several times, tears streaming down my face as I stare at the ground. I am going to have to pee right here, or my bladder is going to burst.

“Nora!” Elijah yells. “What’s wrong?”

He squats down beside me, his hand on my back as he draws small circles. His touch makes me want to break down right there and tell him everything wrong in my life.

“Little bit, tell Daddy what’s wrong,” he gently says. “Why are you crawling?”

Turning my head, I look at him with tear-filled eyes. His face is full of concern as he takes in my face.

“Pee,” I manage to whisper, not moving my body in any way.

His eyes go wide as he shoots up from where he is bending down, picks me up, and sprints to the bathroom. Before I know it, he is holding me with one hand as he unhooks the drop-seat of my onesie and places me on the toilet.

“Go potty,” he urges.

I stare at him with wide eyes as I try to go, but I can’t. Tears cascade down my face and I let out a sob, my shoulders shaking.

“What’s wrong?” he gently asks, cupping my face. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

“I can’t.” I hiccup, the pain getting unbearable.

“You can’t ?” His eyes are wide. “You have to, little bit. It’s not good for you to hold it in for so long.”

Another sob shakes my shoulder. I know it’s bad, and yet I still can’t pee.

“You are my sunshine,” Elijah starts to sing. “My only sunshine.”

My mouth hangs open as his voice fills the bathroom. Sweet melody. Smooth as a baby's bottom.

Perfect.

“You make me happy when you pee.” He’s beaming at me. “You’ll always be my little bit, our good girl.”

Giggling, I find myself letting go and relaxing, peeing as he continues to sing.

“Even when you’re naughty, you’ll always be our good girl.” He stops singing as my head hits his chest.

“You could totally be a singer if being a security guard doesn’t work out,” I mumble. “Or maybe we should just keep it between us three,” I say before I can stop myself. “I… Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Daddy rubs my back. “It’s okay. Everything is okay. I don’t sing much, but anytime you want me to sing, you let me know.”

I hear toilet paper ripping and before I can say anything, Daddy wipes me before lifting me in his arms, closing the flap back on my onesie.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I mumble into his chest as he carries me out of the bathroom.

“Nothing I haven’t done before. Makes me feel important, worthy, and useful. It fills something inside of me to help you out,” he explains.

Daddy places me on the couch before sitting right next to me. I groan and close my eyes. I need to stop referring to him as Daddy in my head while I’m here. I don’t need to accidentally slip up and call him that out loud, not when I shouldn’t want this.

We don’t need to be ashamed.

“Now, can you tell me why you didn’t let me know that you had to go potty before I took my shower?” Da, Elijah asks.

I look away, not really wanting to answer.

“No, you don’t get to do that. You can’t turn your head and not answer. Papa and I won’t accept that.” Elijah turns my head to face him.

I glare at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough,” he replies. “You are going to talk about it whether you like it or not. Now, start explaining.”

“I didn’t think I had to go that bad. I was embarrassed,” I mumble toward the end, looking away.

“What was that last bit?”

“I was embarrassed, happy ?” I ask, glaring at him once again.

“Why were you embarrassed? There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone goes to the bathroom.” He cups my face with his hands. “You’ve pottied in front of me already.”

My cheeks flush red. “We don’t have to talk about that.” I push my hands away.

“We are talking about it though.”

“I don’t want to! It was embarrassing to ask. I should be able to do it myself, and yet I couldn’t!” I raise my voice.

“You don’t have to do everything by yourself,” he gently says.

“But I should be able to! I am a grown adult. I’ve been an adult for years!”

Mateo never liked it when I wanted to be Little. Told me it was shameful, just like wanting two Daddies was. It is wrong; I shouldn’t want it.

I shouldn’t want someone to help me to the bathroom.

I shouldn’t want someone to dress me up.

I shouldn’t want someone to discipline me.

I shouldn’t want someone to take care of me.

I shouldn’t want two Daddies.

I shouldn’t want to drink out of a bottle.

I shouldn’t want a Daddy to feed me.

I shouldn’t want Daddies to help me in the bathtub, making sure I get all cleaned.

I shouldn’t want my stuffed animal or my super soft blanket.

There are so many things I shouldn’t want because Mateo told me it was shameful.

Shameful.

Wrong.

Disgusting.

“Wow, come back to me, little bit.” Elijah cups my face again. “Where did you go?” he quietly asks.

“I can’t.” I suck in a breath. “Not yet.”

Or ever, but I’m not going to tell him that. Maybe he’ll forget by the time I leave this place. Whenever that is. When am I going to leave? Will I ever leave? Will I want to leave?

“That’s okay. You don’t have to tell us now, but if you keep going to that place and it’s affecting you, you’ll have to tell us. Falls under the health rule,” he says firmly.

I nod. I’ll just have to make sure I don’t get to that point, but how? It’s not like I try to go down that dark path.

“Now, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. If you want to watch one of us pee to get back at us, you can,” he says, laughing slightly.

“Can I hold it while you pee?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

Our eyes go wide, and I slam my hand over my mouth.

“I can’t believe I just asked that. Oh, my goodness. No. Please forget that!” I yell through my hand, but he doesn’t like that.

“Little bit,” he gently soothes.

I raise my hand. “No. I can’t believe I just asked that. Oh my. How embarrassing. I need you to forget about that.”

“Not happening,” he says.

My mouth falls open. “No? Really? I can’t bribe you with something to forget about it?”

“No.”

“But. But,” I sputter.

“No buts. We aren’t forgetting it. If you want to hold our dicks when we pee once or twice, we’ll let you,” he says.

I blink several times, not expecting him to say that. “I don’t want to talk about this,” I whisper, looking away.

“Then we don’t have to talk about it right now,” he gently replies, grabbing hold of one of my hands. “But we will talk about it eventually.”

“We don’t have to,” I mumble.

“We will. We need to. It’s not up for discussion. When all of us are here and can sit down, we’re going to talk about it,” Elijah declares, looking directly into my eyes. “Communication is really important, especially since there are three of us.”

I stay silent as I stare at him. I know communication is important, not telling them things or saying half-truths can affect relationships.

“I’m going to prep dinner in the kitchen. If you need anything, let me know. If you want to come sit in the kitchen with me, you can do that, but no walking or crawling,” he says.

“No crawling? Even if I’m off my feet?” I stare at him as he stands.

He cradles my face in his hands. “Not when I can’t watch you. I want you safe so you can relax on the couch or sit with me in the kitchen.”

“I’ll stay here,” I grumble.

Elijah kisses my forehead before leaving the room. I gaze at the window, looking outside. Trees surround us, or at least the front, and there’s a dirt road, too. I didn’t get to look outside when we got here. Not that I would have been able to see much, it was dark.

But now, now it’s daytime, I want to go out and explore. I want to see what the lodge is like. Is there anything to do around here? Not that I would be able to do any with my feet, but I can fantasize.

When researching the lodge, I didn’t look at what it had to offer. I saw it was kink-friendly and that it was about an hour away from where I live. I’d just needed to get away.

Sighing, I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. I have to stay off my feet for at least today. Tomorrow I can go exploring. I hope. Maybe I can sneak out when one of them is asleep and the other is at work. They wouldn’t know.

I don’t know how much time has passed since Elijah put me on the couch, but it has to have been at least an hour since it is getting darker. I am starting to go stir-crazy, sitting on the couch and not doing anything.

Pushing myself up, I put my feet on the ground. If I don’t get up now, I’m going to go absolutely crazy.

“What do you think you’re doing, little bit?” Elijah asks.