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Monica was watching the two of us. “Can you take it out now, Daddy?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“I’ll remove it when I’m ready.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I lubricated the tip of the glass rod and as I had done with Monica; I spread apart Trey’s bottom cheeks to expose his most private hole. He mentioned no one had teased him there, and I planned to. Sliding the tool into the tight ring of his asshole, slowly stretching him. A surprised moan fell out of his mouth. Interesting. At the very least, the thermometer stroked nerves no one else had. I inserted it a little deeper.
“Sir,” he gave a strangled groan.
“Stay still.”
“I promise that’s all I can do, Sir.”
“Good.” I seated the rod firmly inside his ass and twirled it once.
Satisfied that my brats would not move out of their positions, I climbed in between them and relaxed against the headboard, folding my arms behind my head. “Do either of you want to enlighten me on why today seems to be national ‘Brat at Sam’ day?”
“Is that a recognized holiday, Daddy?” Monica giggled.
I leaned forward and kissed her, biting her lip. She moaned, her eyes as wide as saucers.
“It could be, but then I’ll implement ‘Spank a Brat’ day.”
“Respectfully, that’s every day to you, Daddy,” Trey offered.
Though he had referred to me as Daddy earlier, hearing them say the title in a row nearly caused a tear to slip down my cheek. They implicitly trusted me, something that shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. Trey and I had been friends for a long time and Monica had always been around, even if we weren’t that close. I’d watched her blossom into a sweet yet sassy young woman.
Now I just had to make sure that Jesse didn’t kill me for getting involved with his soon-to-be sister-in-law. Or Marissa. She’d beat me to a pulp if I ever broke Monica’s heart. I pushed the random thought away. Jesse knew me for as long as anyone else. So did Marissa. They wouldn’t think I was out to hurt either Marissa or Trey, at least not by doing something reckless, like breaking their hearts.
“Are you okay, Sir?” Monica reached her hand out.
I laced my fingers in hers and squeezed. “Yes, babygirl. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been in this position myself. It doesn’t mean I’m going to change my course of action, but I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge how much your trust means to me.”
“So, now can you take out the thermometer?”
“Naughty little thing.” I rose on my knees and slapped either side of her ass several times. She wiggled her hips, and I did it again.
“Sorry, Daddy. Sorry for real! I just thought if you’re getting all sentimental, maybe we should stop.”
I flicked the glass rod once.
“Please, please, remove it, Daddy!” she panted, arching upward.
“I told you to stay still, sweetheart. If you keep squirming around, we’ll have to start all over again.”
Monica lowered her body to the mattress. “I won’t move. I promise, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I praised.
“We’ve said we trust you,” Trey mentioned as he lay beside her. “Why are you surprised?”
“I’m not sure. I guess hearing it means a lot to me.” I repeated the same gesture on the rod firmly buried inside Trey flicking it once.
“Oh, please don’t do that again, Sir.” Trey swallowed hard.
