Page 183 of Daddies' Captive


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“To make you putty in my hands.”

They shared a look.

“You don’t think we’re putty in your hands?” Steele asked gruffly. “Do fucking anything for you, baby. Anything.”

“All I think about is you. What is Effie doing? Is she safe? Warm? Is her back hurting?” Grady said.

“Is she eating properly? Getting enough water to drink,” Steele added. “Is she happy? Sad?”

She sucked in a breath at their words.

“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you, Effie, except hurt you or stay away from you. Get me?” Steele demanded.

Yeah. She thought she was starting to get them.

“You’re both my putty.”

“Total putty,” Grady agreed.

Of course, that didn’t make them pushovers, they wouldn’t just start giving in to everything she wanted. Otherwise, she’d be able to demand no spankings.

Only you don’t really want that, do you?

“Now we’ve got that settled, you’re still getting a spanking,” Steele told her. “Five for yesterday. Five for lying earlier. And now ten for talking badly about yourself.”

“I don’t think Putty spanks.”

“Oh, Putty definitely spanks,” Steele replied firmly. “Putty knows he has the world in his arms and he makes sure that world knows she’s fucking everything. Putty also protects that world with everything he has.”

“You know, Putty is an interesting name.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Grady warned. “If we have children, one of them will not be called Putty.”

What a party pooper.

She was thinking it could be a whole thing. Putty, Slimy, Doughy.

Hmm, maybe not slimy. They might get called Slimy Wimy.

Wait . . . kids. They had thought about kids?

“You guys want kids?”

“Probably too soon for this conversation, but yeah. Down the track, we might want kids. If you’d want that?” Steele said carefully.

“Yeah,” she said huskily. “I’d want that.”

“Sweetheart?” Grady queried. “That wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”

She sniffled. “Everything makes me leak at the moment. It’s awful.”

“Poor baby,” Steele crooned.

Something else he just said occurred to her.

“Wait. Twenty spanks? Are you kidding me?”

He had to be kidding, right? Had he seen the size of his hands? They were like paddles. There was no way she could handle a spanking from him.

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