Page 77 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

She didn't know how much more she could handle. Was she going to make it through this in one piece?

"Princess," Oliver said. "You're okay."

"No!" she yelled. "I"m not. Let me go!"

Hedda didn't care if she still had the ropes on her arms. She just wanted away from them so she could think properly. Anytime she was near them or they were touching her, she couldn't think properly.

She didn't understand why and it was the least of her concerns right now. She had so many other things that were more pressing.

Like getting out of their hold.

That was the first thing she needed to do. Then she needed to figure out what was more pressing and try to solve them.

"Sweets," Leo said. "Take a deep breath in."

She shook her head. "No!" she yelled as she tugged her arms.

"Hedda," Da, Oliver said.

"Just stop!" She yelled more towards her brain. She needed to stop getting their names mixed up. They weren't Papa or Daddy. They were Oliver and Leo.

Their grips on her hands tightened and she let out a groan. She wasn't getting out and she needed to.

"Let me go!" she yelled. "Get off of me."

Her breathing came in pants as she tried to getaway from them. She couldn't get a full breath in, but that was the least of her worries right now.

"Okay, Princess," Oliver said.

"Stop calling me that!" her broken voice filled the room. "Just stop."

"Okay, Hedda," Oliver said again. "I'm going to take the ropes off of your skin."

She nodded her head and waited for them to do that. Maybe once they got the ropes off of her arms, they would leave her alone.

"I'm going to start taking them off and Papa is going to gently rub your muscles," Oliver said.

She closed her eyes when he called Leo Papa. They needed to stop doing that or else she was going to start calling them that again.

"I'm starting now," Oliver said.

She opened her eyes and watched as he slowly started to take the ropes off of her right arm. Leo was following behind him, gently massaging her muscles.

She understood what they were doing and how it was important. But at the same time she didn't want their hands on her. She wasn't going to be able to control herself with their hands on her.

They always made her feel hot and bothered with their little touches here and there. It was difficult to keep her mind clean and stay away from them.

Hedda had no doubt they knew what they were doing. They probably wanted to do this so she would get used to their touch, crave it so she would stay.

If they continued, she would be. They didn't play fair.

"You're doing so well," Oliver said. "Such a good girl."

Hedda couldn't look at either one of them. They were calling her their good girl again and calling themselves Papa and Daddy. She knew so much emotion was on her face and she didn't want to give anything away.

Though, part of her felt like they already knew what she was feeling. And her body language probably also told them everything they needed to know.

There was no way she was keeping anything a secret from them. They had training and she didn't have any. She was no match against them.

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