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All the need returned, though, when my daddies put me to bed after the movie. Ashley had started making breakfast for her and her daddies, and the smell of frying bacon this late in the evening confused my senses a little. It seemed somehow special and important to have an essential role at a place where firefighters must always remain on alert, twenty-four seven—even if that role were also so very shameful.
I looked up at them where they sat on the edges of my bed, Daddy Jacob on the side near the head and Daddy Phil at the foot. Both of my daddies had their upper bodies turned towards me, and it made their enormous arm and shoulder muscles seem to bulge very distractingly.
“Daddy…” I said, with my eyes on Daddy Jacob, and then I corrected myself, glancing at Daddy Phil, “I mean, Daddies…”
To my surprise, despite everything, I let out a little giggle.
“Yes, honey?” Daddy Jacob asked, his mouth curving up into a smile that distracted me even more than his muscles did.
“I’m… am I, I mean… and Ashley, I guess…”
Daddy Phil laughed. “What, Marianne?”
I felt a blush come into my face as I turned my eyes from one handsome daddy’s face to the other, not really sure what I wanted to ask, but sure that it was a vital question, whatever it was. I had curled up onto my side, and I squirmed a little on the bed, awakening the soreness in my backside and sending a jolt of needy warmth through my body. My clit tingled in my frustrating underwear, and my nipples stiffened.
“We’re, like… I don’t know,importantto you… aren’t we?”
Daddy Jacob’s brows knit together as he considered. I thought I could see him trying to figure out the reason for my question. My cheeks got a little warmer, but so did the glow of impossible-to-resist affection in my chest. The rational, defiant part of me wanted to deny the truth that seemed so obvious: Daddy Jacob actually cared about me.
“Yes,” he said. “Very important.”
Daddy Phil said, “You bad girls definitely help keep our morale up. When Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul got Ashley, Daddy Jacob and I got so jealous, because we could see how much she helped them. Men like us need pussy—it’s as simple as that.”
I looked at him, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I felt my brow furrow with the arousal that his casual degradation always brought. I liked my blue-eyed daddy, and I felt a connection with him, too—just a different one from Daddy Jacob: maybe a connection that had more to do with… grown-up feelings. With a different kind of bad-girl need from the kind that Daddy Jacob seemed able to make my body quiver with.
“That’s true,” my brown-eyed daddy said, his voice a little more measured and thoughtful. “We like fucking you, Marianne.”
I bit my lip as the heat in my face grew to an inferno. My bear daddy’s words sounded so simple and so humiliating, and yet I thought I could hear something much, much deeper behind them, as if Daddy Jacob wanted to make sure I understood as plainly as possible that sex represented an essential part of the way he intended to relate to me—and to take care of me.
When he continued, I knew I had gotten that right, or I had at least come close to the truth.
“But you’re a lot more than that. You and Ashley are part of this team now. You take the office work off our hands and let us focus on our real job, keeping people safe. And what Daddy Phil said is important in a way that goes beyond just using your body—even though that’s definitely very important. Morale is maybe just a fancy way to say teamwork, and teamwork is themostimportant thing for doing our job.”
I hadn’t thought I could somehow get so horny and so emotional at the same time. The tears that sprang into my eyes at Daddy Jacob’s words caught me by surprise.
“But,” I said, my words coming out as a soft sob. “But we’re… I’m a… a bad girl, right?”
Daddy Jacob smiled gently. “In a good way, here at the firehouse. Now let’s get some sleep. Go ahead and turn over on your other side. Daddy Phil is going to put some cuffs on you, and attach them to the bar over there.”
I bit my lip. I had to make a snap decision about whether to be naughty, and to try to conceal that I knew about the cuffs from my unauthorized recon visit to Ashley’s room that morning, or to tell the truth. I felt a wave of heat go through my whole body as I realized that despite everything that had happened today, all the discipline my daddies had bestowed on me, my instinct still was to lie.
I widened my eyes in fake surprise.
“What, Daddy?” I asked. “Why?”
Daddy Jacob frowned, just a bit, as if he could tell I must be pretending in some way. My tummy did a little flip: I had always prided myself as a fantastic liar—it had represented an essential part of my smarts. I had fooled that Selecta exec, hadn’t I? Well, until I hadn’t, but that really hadn’t been my fault: how could I have known some computer program was watching me?
My bear daddy, though, seemed to have some extremely unwelcome insight into my mind.
Yes, dammit, my rational brain told my heart,extremely unwelcome.
“You’ll figure it out,” Daddy Phil said from the foot of the bed, his voice promising an even sorer butt if I didn’t comply. “Do as your daddy says.”
My face burning, I turned onto my other side, facing away from Daddy Jacob. I put my hands in front of me.
“These stupid panties won’t let me feel anything anyway,” I muttered, suddenly feeling sassy and daring now that I didn’t have to look at my daddies. “I don’t see why you have to cuff my hands.”
Daddy Jacob laughed. “Daddy Phil is right,” he said in his growly voice. “You’ll figure it out.”
