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But then his fingers are on my face, turning my head to the side. Where I find Uncle Jasper and Uncle Evan grinning down at me as they slide their fingers through the pearly white substance coating their cocks.

“Open wide, little one,” Daddy instructs me.

“No,” I whine, drawing the word out as I recoil away from them.

Two hard smacks land on my inner thighs, making me cry out at the sudden, sharp pain. Uncle Jasper takes advantage of my distress, sliding his cum-covered finger into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck on the salty digit, and though the taste makes me want to gag, there’s something almost soothing about the gesture.

Resigned to my fate, I don’t argue when Uncle Evan tells me to open for him. And this time when I suckle his finger, a sense of calm washes over me and my eyes flutter as exhaustion settles deep in my bones.

By the time I suck the musky arousal from Auntie Cat’s fingers, I’m nearly asleep despite the humiliation of what I’ve just endured. Daddy scoops me up from the table, cradling me in his arms. And when he looks down at me, there’s such affection in his smile, I can almost—almost—convince myself he cares for me.

A rubber nipple slips between my lips and I suck earnestly, eagerly washing away the taste of my humiliation with Auntie Cat’s milk. I only finish half the bottle before sleep overtakes me and I succumb to the sweet release of unconsciousness.

Maxwell

“She could not be more perfect for you, Maxwell.”

From Gideon, there could not be higher praise, and I grin down at the sleeping bundle in my arms. “I know. Thank you all for sharing tonight with us, but I should get my little one to bed.”

One by one they file out, Catharina lingering a bit to drop a kiss to Victoria’s forehead and whisper goodnight before following the rest of our family out the door. Caleb is hovering, obviously waiting to see if I need anything from him before I head upstairs. With a small nod, I dismiss him, and at long last I’m alone with my sweet little thief.

Her cheeks are still flushed with pleasure, even in sleep, and my chest constricts at the sight. Finally, after months of planning and laying my trap, she’s here. She’smine. I can hardly believe it, even with my blood still humming from the pleasure of having her tight little pussy milking my cock.

Rising from my chair, I carry her up the stairs. But I hesitate at the door to her room, suddenly unwilling to be apart from her, even for a night. I know Doctor D says it’s best to train her early and to be consistent but surely one night in Daddy’s bed won’t spoil her too much.

My mind made up, I slip into her room just long enough to grab a onesie for her to sleep in, then make my way to my room where I undress her and somehow manage to extract Jasper’stiara from her hair without waking her. Once she’s dressed in another unicorn-covered onesie, I carry her to bed and slide her under the covers.

And when I join her, pulling her into my arms where she sighs happily, a satisfied smile curling her lips as she snuggles into my embrace, I understand the dangers of not putting her in her crib per Doctor D’s orders. Because it isn’t my little one who might become spoiled by spending her nights in Daddy’s bed.

It’s me.

Chapter Eighteen

Tori

I wake on a cloud. Well, I try to wake, anyway. The cloud is so soft and warm, that even the sunlight pricking my eyes isn’t enough to fully drag me out of my slumber. With a soft whimper, I turn my head away from the offensive light, curling into the warmth enveloping me.

The cloud vibrates beneath my cheek, pulling me further out of dreamland and into the real world, despite my best efforts. “Time to wake up, little thief.”

That voice. I know that voice.

Daddy.

My eyes fly open to find his piercing blue gaze, warmed by amusement, locked on me. “There you are. I thought you might sleep the morning away.”

“Wh—” My voice is scratchy, so I swallow hard to wash away the remnants of sleep. “Where am I?”

Not my crib, certainly. As large as it is, I doubt it would hold myself and Daddy.

“You’re in my bed.”

“Why?”

Something flickers across his face, but the emotion is gone far too quickly for me to place it. “Because that’s where Daddy put you. Do you need to potty, little one?”

Now that I’m a bit more awake, I am very aware of the pressure in my lower abdomen. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Hmm.” Sliding his hand over my stomach, he presses gently on my bladder, and I have to clench all mydown theremuscles to keep from wetting myself. “Would you like to try using your diaper this morning? It would make Daddy very happy if you did.”

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