Page 7 of H & G Restorations

“Good Little girls don’t lie to their Daddies. Does it excite you to think about me inside your tight bottom?” he repeated.

When she didn’t answer immediately, another sharp slap landed on her skin. “Okay! Yes! It makes me hot.”

“It makes Hans hot, too.”

Gretel’s gaze shot to Hans, whose hands clasped the top of that washcloth draped on his chest. His deep blue eyes devoured the scene in front of him.

As she met Hans’s gaze, she felt Magnus’s finger slip from her and his hands rinse the soap from her bottom.

That tantalizing touch moved to trace the crease of her pussy.

She knew he could feel how hot she was and hid her face against his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, little girl,” he assured her. “It’s okay to need your Daddy’s touch.”

She closed her eyes as his touch pressed into her pink folds. He seemed to read her mind, touching her with just the right pressure in all the most sensitive places. When he entered her with one thick finger, she groaned with delight and bounced slightly on top of him. Gretel needed more.

“Please?” she begged and gasped when he replaced one finger with two to stretch her. “Yes!”

“I think it’s time for you to come now, little girl.” When she nodded her head in complete agreement against him, Magnus rotated his hand to brush his thumb over her clit.

Holding her breath, she felt those incredible tingles gathering together.

She slid her hands down to tighten on his shoulders as she pressed kisses onto his skin.

In a flash, her body shook as the approaching climax crashed over her.

Her kiss became a bite as she tried to tether herself to his stable form.

He reassured her with soft words and caresses to her body with his free hand as he coaxed sensations deep inside her.

When his fingers finally slid from her tight channel, she slumped against him. He smoothed water over her pussy. That light touch sent tremors through her, making her shiver against him.

“Let’s get you out of the tub, sweet little. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Magnus stood and helped her out of the water. Wrapping her in a thick towel, he towel-dried her hair before turning to repeat the process for Hans.

Within a few minutes, he had them both dressed for bed and brushed out their hair. Gretel loved that he held a hand against her head as he untangled her long hair to avoid tugging it painfully. He always seemed to think of how he could be nice to her. She wasn’t used to being spoiled.

“Brush your teeth and go potty,” Magnus directed after allowing them to choose their favorite color from the new toothbrushes he had in a drawer. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to change the wash so your clothes will be dry tomorrow.”

When he disappeared from view, Hans whispered, “Is this actually happening? He seems too good to be true.”

“I’m not going to pinch myself in case this is a dream. I don’t want to wake up.”

“Me, neither. I can’t believe this.”

After rinsing her mouth, Gretel dashed into the toilet area before Hans and then waited for Magnus to reappear. When her partner rejoined Gretel, she leaned against him for support. Hans wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close before pressing a soft kiss on her temple.

“You were hot in the bathtub,” he reported.

“So were you. I tried to… you know.”

“I saw. That was exciting as well. I enjoyed knowing that you were turned on as well,” Hans admitted.

“You were good. You didn’t try to touch yourself.”

“No way. Especially when I saw him spank you.”

“I kinda liked it,” she confessed.

“You know a punishment spanking will be much more intense.”

“I know,” she answered meaningfully.

“Where do you think he’ll have us sleep?” he whispered, changing the subject as he adjusted his thickening shaft in his borrowed sleep pants. She understood he needed to think about something else.

“You’ll sleep with Daddy.” The magnetic man’s deep voice came from the doorway, making them whirl around.

“Really?” Gretel squeaked.

“I want you close to me. Come get into bed.”

After escorting them to the big bed in the main bedroom, Magnus requested, “Choose a number between one and one hundred.”

“Forty-seven,” Hans said quickly.

“Seventy-five,” Gretel announced, using her best strategy.

“It was sixty-three. Gretel, you win. You get to choose—next to Daddy or on the edge.”

“Daddy,” she announced immediately before looking at Hans to make sure that was all right with him.

“Just plan on being a Daddy-Hans sandwich,” Hans warned.

“I can handle that,” she promised before yawning widely.

“In the middle, sweetness. Hans in next,” Magnus decreed and tucked the covers around them both when they had settled into place.

Stretched out on her tummy and feeling snug where Magnus had settled her, Gretel couldn’t see much of their new Daddy as he moved around the room getting ready for bed.

From the irregular breathing coming from Hans, he put on quite a show.

She was almost asleep when he crawled into bed and pulled her close to his bare chest. Hans snuggled behind her.

Warm, exhausted, and protected, she crashed into sleep.