Page 192 of Daddies' Captive


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“Strawberry milk,” she said. Then she buried her face in Steele’s chest, not wanting to see their reaction.

“Hmm, I’m not sure we have strawberry milk,” Grady said, running a hand down her back.

She shivered, knowing what those hands were now capable of.

“And doesn’t that start with an S?” he asked.

“Doesn’t count . . . it’s a drink not a food and not having any strawberry milk is a crime.”

“Indeed,” Grady said with clear amusement.

“Not sure she should have sugar just before a nap anyway,” Steele added. “Maybe some plain milk. In a travel mug since we don’t have sippy cups or bottles.”

Bottles?

Yikes.

She liked the idea of that. A lot.

“We’ll have to get some of those, won’t we? I’ll get onto that,” Grady said.

Steele turned away, carrying her up the stairs without even breathing heavily.

That was some strength.

They entered a masculine-looking room and she glanced around, feeling nervous. She moved her thumb up to her mouth without thinking.

Steele set her down on the bed, gazing down at her. “Fucking adorable.”

Suddenly, she drew her thumb from her mouth. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. I want you to feel safe enough to be yourself. Big or Little. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”

“What do you need?”

“Not to nap.”

“Nice try. If you don’t know what you need, Daddy will take the lead.”

Relief had her shoulders dropping. He watched her carefully. “I can see you like that idea. My girl doesn’t want to have to think at all, does she? She wants us to make the decisions for her. I think she’s had so long being the one in charge that it’s time for her to relax and let someone else take the reins.”

Dear Lord.

It sounded like freaking heaven.

But almost impossible to believe. Although Steele and Grady seemed to naturally take charge of any situation. So if anyone could do that, it was them.

“Right, let’s get you to the toilet then. You must need to pee.”

“Um, I do. But I can walk!”

“I think we’ve already had this conversation. Not a fan of repeating myself.”

Holy heck.

Steele carried her into the bathroom and set her down in front of the toilet. Was he . . . was he going to stay? And shoot . . . she didn’t have her panties.

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