Page 178 of Daddies' Captive

“And my job?”

“To do as you’re told,” Grady told her.

She gaped at Grady, looking for a lip twitch.

Not. A. One.

These guys would be the death of her.

Grady fed her some more food.

“How young do you regress in Little headspace?” Steele asked.

“I, um, well, I’ve only sort of gone as young as three before.”

“Ever felt like you wanted to go younger?”

Shoot. How to answer?

Be honest.

She squirmed. “Sometimes. I just didn’t feel . . . comfortable doing that with Joe.”

“You should know that no matter what you need as a Little, I’m here to give it to you,” Steele told her. “I want to.”

Lord. This man.

Grady watched them steadily.

“What about . . . what about what you want, Grady?” she asked.

“I like control. You know that. Rules. I especially like bondage. There are some things . . . I won’t mention them yet. But later. You also know I like to watch.”

She squirmed. She liked that too.

“I haven’t been in a relationship with a woman since college. I’m not always good at showing or telling people how I feel. You’ll need patience.”

“I can do that.”

Steele squeezed her waist with his arm. She understood. With Grady, she’d have to look for the signs.

Like him making her breakfast and feeding it to her.

Like him carrying around those lists.

Knowing how she liked her coffee.

Looking up how to help her back injury.

Even making choo-choo noises.

Yeah. Signs.

“When you’re comfortable with it, I might tie you to my bed and torture you with pleasure without letting you come. When I’m working, I might secure your arms in a way that won’t harm you, but leave your legs free, so I can eat that pussy whenever I get hungry.”

Dear Lord.

“When Steele is fucking you, I might sit in the corner of the room and watch, jacking myself. And then, when he’s done with you, I might order you to crawl to me and suck me off.”

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