Page 92 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Do we have more rules we need to talk about?” Salem asked.

“We need to collate the rest,” Roman said. “Those were the major ones that sort of encompass everything else. For example, texting when she gets home, when she leaves, and when she arrives somewhere fall under safety.”

Wait. They didn’t expect her to do that, right?

“That seems quite intense,” she said. “I mean, I’ve traveled around just fine up until now.”

“I don’t want her taking the tube anymore. We’ll need to use a car service,” Alexei said.

“Noted,” Roman said as he typed something on his phone.

“I don’t need a car service!”

“And it’s not just about coming to and from work. It’s everywhere,” Salem added.

“What about getting enough sleep and eating properly,” Alexei said.

“Those all come under health,” Roman said. “I don’t believe she does either of those properly.”

They all stared at her.

“I do!” This was all . . . crazy!

“Those are things we can talk about later,” Salem said, no doubt reading the panic on her face that she hadn’t tried to hide.

Because her mind was racing too much for her to hide it. Which wasn’t good because normally she was the master of her emotions.

“Are you feeling overwhelmed?” Salem asked.

“Um, a little bit.”

“Then I think it’s best we come back to this later. Just know that you’re expected to look after yourself. Okay? If it’s something that puts your health or safety at risk, don’t do it.”

Um. Right.

Like that would be possible with the life she led. But she couldn’t tell them that, could she?

But it wasn’t like they’d know when she left her apartment. Or that she barely got any sleep and ate the bare minimum.

“Any limits we should know about? Other than what you told me at the club,” Salem added. “I’ve told the others about them.”

“I . . . I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“There might be limits while in Little space. Do you know any of them?” he asked.

She still wasn’t sure.

“Using a diaper?” Roman asked.

“Oh. Uh, hmm. I . . . guess.” How did she know until she tried?

“Would you like to sometimes wear one to see if you liked it?” Salem asked.

She knew she was bright red. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. “Is that something you guys would want?”

“This is about what you want,” Salem told her. “We’ve talked a lot about ourselves.”

“I like to talk about myself,” Alexei said. “But I like to talk about you more. Which is quite surprising.”

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