Page 223 of Tempted By her Daddies

After both Roman and Salem came inside her, Alexei had gotten a cloth to clean her up, then Salem wrapped her in a blanket while Roman made her drink some water.

This entire week had been amazing. She’d played with Salem while blindfolded, gaining more trust in him.

She and Roman read stories together every night and she often fell asleep with him holding her hand.

Then she’d wake up with Alexei in her bed. Often with his mouth on her pussy.

She glanced down to find Roman sitting on the floor in front of Salem. She wanted to reach out and run her fingers through his hair, but she wasn’t sure if he’d want that. Or if she could even find her way out of this blanket for that matter.

“What’s wrong, Pet?” Salem asked.

She liked being his Pet.

Was she okay? Was it okay to be completely spellbound by him? Was it okay to like not having to think or decide anything?

To not have to worry?

Well, of course it was.

“Tell me what you want. You were such a good girl, trusting us, I want to give you what you need.”

“But what if you can’t give it to me?” she whispered.

He wasn’t in control of Roman. And even if he was, she wouldn’t want him to force Roman to let her touch him.

That wasn’t the way things worked.

“Tell me.” His voice was stern enough to have her paying attention.

“I want to touch Roman,” she told him.

Understanding filled Salem’s face.

“Me?” Roman turned to look up at her. “You want to touch me?”

“I want to run my fingers through your hair. And I want to hold Alexei’s hand.”

“Hold my hand?” Alexei rumbled as though he’d never heard of such a thing. “Done.”

She couldn’t help but giggle as she attempted to fight her way free of the blanket to squeeze his hand. His huge hand engulfed her, making her feel so small.

“You can touch me,” Roman told her quietly.

“Oh.”

Roman cleared his throat. “Just check with me first, but I . . . I enjoy your touch.”

“It would be easier if you came up here and laid your head in her lap, then she won’t have to reach for you,” Salem told him.

“You have the best ideas, Sir,” she told him, leaning back to smile up at him.

“Thank you, Pet. I try.” He bent and lightly kissed her.

Oh, that was so . . . so nice.

Nice didn’t really cut it but she couldn’t think of how else to explain it.

Probably because her mind was still filled with mush from the multiple orgasms she’d just had.

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