I didn’t want to disappoint him.
I wanted to be good for him, like Jules had said.
I wanted to be good forJules, too.
And God, if one of them didn’t take charge and tell me exactly how to do that, I honestly thought I might combust.
Luckily for me, one of them did.
5
Jules
There was temptation,which any girl worth her salt learned to resist after a few too many rounds of retail therapy left her credit cards maxed out and brought on a whole new level of intimacy with Marks and Spencer’s collections department, and then there was my boo. Isaac, looking flushed and confused and sweet and terrified? Honey, there wasn’t a man alive who could have resisted him, and since the new Daddy I’d found for him thought I was his boyfriend, I had every right—no, I had anobligation—to do something about it, now didn’t I?
But before I could do anything more than lick my lips to revive the memory of Isaac’s deliciously warm taste and slip my acrylics inside his waistband and tug him toward me, Daddy—I mean,Roman—spoke up.
“I don’t thinkIsaacis the one who needs a spanking,” he said, his voice all deliciously growly and commanding in a way that made my cock, finally freed from its confinement, immediately stand up and take notice.
Then my brain hit the brakes, did a quick U-turn to go back to the scene of the crime, and squealed to an outraged stop when I confirmed that yes, the man had just gone there.
I kept one hand firmly latched onto Isaac’s trousers and put the other hand on my hip, fully prepared to call forth my inner Diva, with or without the drag, and take Daddy Roman down a peg or three.
“You… you want to spankJules?” Isaac said before I had a chance, sounding equal parts horrified and like the poor boy might just come in his shorts if Daddy said yes. Then, as if he’d just realized how eager he sounded, he backtracked, stumbling all over himself as he shot me apologetic looks and clutched onto my arm. “I mean, Daddy, you can’t. Jules isn’t… he’s not even here. For this, I mean, and he’s not… Jules isperfect.”
I preened, some of the feathers Daddy Roman had ruffled smoothing down as my sugar dumpling worshipped me.
“He’s only here to watch,” Isaac babbled. “And he’s too… he’sJules. You can’t, he wouldn’t want you to, he wouldn’tletyou—”
“Isaac,” Daddy Roman cut in, his voice that same annoyingly calm tone that he’d used on me earlier, when I’d been trying to get a rise out of him and all but offered to suck his cock.
Bad Diva.
But she was packed away now, so everyone was safe from any further insanity.
“Yes, Daddy?” Isaac asked, trembling as he scooted closer and pressed himself against me.
“Didn’t I just tell you I was going to take care of you?” Roman asked gently, his eyes softening as he looked at my sweet angel.
Isaac nodded, and I felt an embarrassing stab of jealousy. All the worse because I wasn’t sure if it was because of the worshipful look in my little dumpling’s eyes as he waited with bated breath to hear whatever Roman said next, or because… because…
I caught myself just in time and shook it off. Isowasn’t going there. Bitches didn’t have time to get maudlin. And besides, I could take care of myself just fine.
“So I know Jules doesn’t want to participate,” he said, the words still directed at Isaac even as he pinned me with a look that made me want to worship him, too.
Ugh, no. Stop.
“But if he’s pushing you too much, too fast,” Daddy continued, smiling at Isaac again, “then it’s my job to step in and keep that from happening, now isn’t it? That’s what Daddies do.”
It was?
“It is?” Isaac asked, echoing the thought as his body softened against mine with longing. Then he stiffened again. “But you can’t spank Jules without his permission.”
My heart did something embarrassing in my chest, and Daddy smiled like he was proud of our boy.Hisboy. My boyfr—I mean, my sugar plum. Then Daddy turned to me and winked. “Jules, do I have your permission to spank you if you get out of hand again?”
Oh,hellno.
“Fine,” my traitorous mouth said instead, obviously listening to my cock instead of my inner Diva or any sense of self-preservation. I flipped my hair—well, my head. My hair was currently propped up in the swanky loo that was larger than the flat I shared with Isaac, but a true diva didn’t need hair to make her point—and cocked my hip, resting one hand on it while I gave Daddy, Isaac’s Daddy,Roman, my haughtiest look. “But honey, if you think I’m getting out of hand, you might want to think about whether you’re just not man enough to handle me.”
