Page 88 of Tempted By her Daddies

Roman cleared his throat. “The next rule is trust. We know that trust will be built, but we would need you to trust us to look after you, especially during any scenes or Little time.”

“We can work up to that,” Salem added. “If you need us to. But that is something I would definitely need if we scened together.”

“And me,” Alexei added.

“I don’t want to take part in scenes or discipline, I think,” Roman said. “But I will take care of you to the best of my ability.”

She knewa vow when she heard one.

Wow. These men.

They were incredible. Her every dream come to life.

“Those are the main rules,” Salem said. “With things we might add later, but we didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Like what?” she whispered.

“Well, when you’re in Little headspace how young do you regress?” he asked.

“I, um, do you know, I’m not really sure.” She shrugged. “I’ve never had a chance to find out.”

Did she sound sad and pathetic?

Kind of.

“That’s all right,” Salem told her soothingly. “Is there anything you like to sleep with or that gives you comfort? Like a favorite stuffed toy?”

She shook her head.

Had she ever had a favorite stuffed toy? Yes, she could remember one when she was younger.

“I used to have one. He was a wolf.”

“A wolf?” Roman asked. “That seems an unusual choice.”

She smiled. “I don’t know why I had a wolf. But they’re very loyal and pack creatures. I don’t know what happened to Angus, though.”

Likely thrown away.

She didn’t really like to think about that. It left a huge hole in her stomach. A dark, swirling pit of rage and sadness.

So she tried to ignore that part and focus on something happier.

“We can explore that side of you more fully later,” Salem told her. “I have a few ideas for that.”

“I don’t want to let my Little out at the club,” she said. “I’m not . . . I’m not even sure about going to the club again.”

She’d kind of burned her bridges with them. And even if she was allowed back, she wasn’t sure she’d feel safe enough there to let go. Even though she was lying to them all . . . she didn’t want to lie about her feelings for them. She didn’t want to pretend or act a certain way beyond having to protect her true identity.

“That’s all right. I don’t need the club,” Salem told her.

“I definitely don’t want any other assholes staring at her,” Alexei said possessively. “Only the three of us.”

“Did you just call yourself an asshole?” Roman asked.

“Yep,” Alexei grunted. “But I’m Tamsyn’s asshole.”

“Um, thanks?” she said, unsure if that was actually a good thing or not.

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