Page 323 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Daddy, noooo,” she cried.

But he stood and picked her up in his arms, carrying her over to the changing unit and lying her on her back.

“Roman, in the bathroom is a Little first aid kit. Could you grab it for me, please?”

“Sure thing.”

“Daddy, I feel fine.”

“Well, I just want to check,” he told her as he started stripping her.

“My strawberry outfit! I love my strawberry outfit.”

“Do you want me to get Atlas for you?” Roman asked as he returned with the Little first aid kit. It had images of sick puppies all over the cover.

That was cute.

What he started pulling out of the kit . . . not so cute.

“What is that?” she asked.

“It’s a thermometer,” he explained, holding up the large clear tube.

“For my mouth?” she asked.

“Nope. Now, where is the lube.”

“Daddy!” She tried to sit up, but the strap was holding her down tight. When had he put that on?

By now, she was naked from the waist down. Which was not cool considering she knew what he was about to do to her.

“Roman, can you grab her a pacifier as well?” he asked. “It might help.”

Nothing was going to help.

Absolutely nothing.

But when Roman handed her Atlas, she grabbed on tight. Then she opened her mouth for the pacifier as Salem turned her onto her side and pushed her bent legs up to her chest.

This wasn’t cool!

“You can say your safeword if you need to,” Roman reminded her.

Oh yeah.

But she didn’t really need to.

The lube was cold against her back hole. And then the thermometer slowly entered her.

It was so wide. And weird.

“That’s it, Little one. It’s smaller than your plugs, so I know you can take it.”

“Her plugs?” Roman asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been stretching her to take our cocks,” Salem said matter-of-factly.

Jeez.

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