Page 49 of Her Devious Daddies

“I appreciate the reminder. Can we please move on to something else, Sir?” I gave an exasperated sigh.

“Another minute.” August pulled the thermometer out a bit before sliding it deeper than before.

The action pulled a loud moan from my mouth. “Daddy! Stop!”

“Which of us are you trying to get a response from, babygirl?” Logan asked sincerely.

“Either. Both!”

“What color are you?” Logan’s tone was low, husky and calm.

“Is there a color in between yellow and red?”

“August invented orange, meaning you’re beyond yellow but you don't necessarily need everything to stop. Did I describe what you’re feeling, Karsyn?”

“Sort of. I don’t know. Suddenly, this scene is more than I bargained for. I wanted to be spanked, experience lots of stimulation, and receive a fuckton of orgasms.” I took several deep breaths and started to cry. August removed the thermometer slowly. I heard him snap off the gloves and then the sounds of him washing his hands. Tears slipped down my cheeks. Logan quickly undid the restraints, sensing, more than seeing, my distress.

I ruined our scene. His disappointment felt palpable and cemented the niggling thought that he deserved better. They both did.

“I don’t know the measurement for a fuckton, babygirl,” Logan said, amused. “But we’ll be up for the challenge next time.”

“Wait, you’re not mad, Daddy? I wrecked our scene. I couldn’t just relax and take it, I had to brat and–” I stopped babbling when he turned me around and cupped my face in between his hands.

“You did not ruin anything.”

We sat for a few minutes with me in nothing but the hospital gown and him stroking my hair. Slowly the ringing in my ears faded and the tears stopped. “Can I get dressed? I’m cold.”

“We can raise the temperature of the room a bit. Unless there’s another reason?”

“I’m feeling raw. My emotions are all over the place. I have a knot in my belly and I’m a mess.”

Logan kissed the crown of my head. His always soothing presence helped, and I relaxed against the warmth of his body.

“I think you’re feeling guilty,” he whispered. “And I’d bet a nice, hot, bottom would probably do wonders to make the pinching feeling in your tummy disappear,” he whispered.

“No, the sensations are too much. I need it all to stop. Red!”

August had been quiet, lingering in the background as Logan comforted me. Now, he stepped closer, and opened his mouth like he wanted to say something.

Logan slid off the table and picked me up into his arms. He carried me to the sofa and covered my body under blankets. Laying me on top of his body, Logan rubbed my back until I sighed.

“Can you go and get some water and snacks, August?”

“Yeah, of course.”

August touched the crown of my head before he left the room. I snuggled closer to Logan.

“You’re such a sweet girl, Karsyn. Sometimes a scene doesn’t go according to plan, but as long as you’re with someone who has your best interests in mind, they can pivot. I will never be upset with you for reacting. Pleasure can bring up all sorts of different feelings in our bodies. Just because we paused, it doesn’t mean you wrecked the scene. We have lots of time to explore together.”

“But August is mad.”

“Did he say that, babygirl? Did August say out loud that he’s mad?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Then don’t jump to conclusions.”

Logan was so smart. When he said it like that, I understood the dynamic of a scene a lot better. It also made sense as to why you negotiated beforehand. I trusted them more than they knew. Then why did I want to ruin the first good relationship I’d had in so long? The fears I thought I’d thwarted came back in full force. When August and I talked the other night at his house, it brought them back to the surface. I’d assured him that I would never judge him, but I still felt like he might want a different type of relationship kink-wise than I did. It could be another insecurity of mine, but I had a lot of things on my mind. I’d have to bring them up at some point before the three of us went south because of my unspoken doubts. I’d fallen faster than I expected for my dominant Daddies, and I did not want to lose what we had. Even if I had to convince myself every day that I was worth it. I’d show them how much I loved and cared. I’d be a good girl for them, and we would navigate life together.

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