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Ian walked back into the bedroom. He raised an eyebrow, staring down at her from the end of the bed. “Little girls sometimes make a mess.”

Maggie could feel her cheeks heating again.

She really should protest. Tell them this was inappropriate and that she could take care of herself.

So why were none of those words coming out of my mouth?

Because it would be easier to let them take care of her in Little headspace. Because she wanted this. So badly that it kind of hurt.

It felt like she was touch-starved. Daddy-starved.

It was such a stupid idea, though.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Tears threatened and her stomach felt icky.

Because she wanted to give in. To show them her Little. To let them take over.

“Just let us take care of you,” Ian said huskily. “There are no expectations. No need to be anyone but who you want to be. Okay?”

She let out a deep breath. She could do that, right? “All right.”

“You will say no to anything you don’t want,” Jack added. “Unless it’s something that goes against doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders were that I’m allowed to go to the bathroom myself.”

“Fine,” Jack muttered as he set the tray down over her lap.

A sense of loss filled her. Did she want him to feed her?

Yeah, she did.

She picked at the sandwich. “I can’t just sit here all day, though. I’m going to go nuts.”

“That’s why we sent for a few things,” Ian told her. “First, eat. Then you’re having a bath. And then we’ll show you what we bought.”

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Maggie closed her eyes in the bath, trying to relax.

But it felt like her body was on fire. Her nipples were hard, her clit throbbing incessantly.

All because of them.

The bastards.

The sweet, sexy bastards.

Getting into the bath had been interesting. Neither man would let her get in on her own, so she’d ended up stripping everything off except her top and letting Ian lift her into the bath.

Then, after he’d left the room, she’d stripped off completely.

At least he’d left. First, she’d had to promise she wouldn’t dare try to get out on her own before he’d go.

Now she lay there wishing she was brave enough to let go with them completely. She rubbed at the headache in her temples.

All her worries were getting on top of her and she needed a break. She shifted in the water and felt her clit throb again.

What would it hurt to give herself some release?

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