Page 267 of Daddies' Captive

When his ten was up, he stood with her in his arms so Grady could take his seat. He kissed her lightly.

“Love you.” Now that the seal was broken, he couldn’t stop telling her that.

“Love you too.”

Then she was over Grady’s lap and his hand began massaging her round ass.

Fuck, Steele had to adjust himself. That was so fucking hot.

Grady started spanking her firmly.

“No, no! Daddy G, stop!”

“You’ve got a few more to go, Little one,” Grady told her.

Steele’s eyebrows rose. Daddy G?

Grady eyed him for a moment, then he grinned.

Oh, he had left something out, hadn’t he?

Then something happened. Something that had Steele’s breath catching. Her foot moved. He saw it and pointed to her foot by tilting his head at Grady.

The other man gave her two more spanks. Both legs moved.

Thank fuck.

Grady spun her over, hugging her tight.

“W-what? Is that the end? Was that twenty?”

“Sweetheart, your legs moved,” Grady told her in a hushed voice

“W-what?” she asked.

“They moved, baby girl.” Steele crouched in front of her.

“Really?” she asked with a sob.

“Really,” Steele told her firmly.

“I still can’t feel them.”

Steele didn’t know why. He knew it was psychological. He knew she likely needed some professional help.

“Little one, you need to talk to someone,” Grady said.

“What?” she asked.

“Someone who can help you,” Steele told her gently. “Someone with the tools to help you with this because we don’t have them. I hate that. Wish I could do it for you. But I can’t and neither can Grady. You’re gonna talk to someone. Get help with what’s going on now, but also with losing Joe and that shit with your nan talking in your head.”

God, let her say yes.

Because if she didn’t, he knew he would have to get forceful. And he’d rather that she want to do this for herself.

“Okay,” she whispered.

“I’ll arrange it,” Grady said immediately.

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