13. You’re Our Dirty Girl

Instead of replying, Desmond swept her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, startling her. She wasn't exactly small, and the gesture made her feel all kinds of ways that probably weren't in the feminist handbook.

Tania felt cherished and protected and loved being held in Daddy Desmond's strong arms, but a quiet voice inside her wondered why she couldn't have just walked into her bedroom. Of course, despite her collection of naughty books about Daddy Doms, she had no idea how the dynamic actually worked.

That wasn't entirely true. She knew how it worked in the Stella Moore books she consumed like crack, but how would it manifest when she had two Daddies?

Maybe it was normal for them to carry her around.

Did she need to be a brat? Bratting sounded fun, but it seemed like planning proper shenanigans would be a big investment of time. She couldn't wait to find out, but not until after they gave her what she wanted, and definitely not until after graduation. It was going to be hard enough to squeeze them into her schedule as it was, but she'd make it work.

Or maybe I could just ask if they want a brat when we aren't in the middle of sexy fun times.

"All the things you've been imagining…" Bastian said as Desmond lowered her to the bed. "You are so, so dirty, babygirl."

"And we think you need a spanking." Desmond sat next to her and patted his lap. "Over my knee, sweetheart."

"Are you spanking me because I told you what I want?"

"No. You're not allowed to stop asking us for what you want." Bastian placed his warm hands on her shoulders and pushed gently until she was face down over Desmond's lap. "We're spanking you because we want to see your pretty bottom turn nice and pink."

Electric shivers danced along her spine as Desmond stroked a single fingertip down her back, and moisture pooled between her thighs.

"And we're not going to stop until you beg us to lick your sweet pussy until you come." Desmond rubbed her butt firmly, making her squirm under his touch.

"Ah, ah." He delivered a sharp swat to the lower curve of her bottom. "Good girls don't fidget."

"Who said I was good?" Using Desmond's thigh for leverage, she lifted her torso off his lap, then channeled her inner Evie Stuart from that Golden Angel book she'd salivated over. "I'm not letting you spank me because you think I deserve it. I'm letting you spank me because I want to know if I like it."

"You might want to rethink your sass, sweetheart." Bastian fisted a handful of her hair and tugged until she lifted her head, forcing her to look into his brown eyes. "Do you need me to give your mouth something else to do while Daddy D spanks you?"

Desmond delivered rapid spanks to her bottom, covering her flesh with blows in a random pattern until she tingled, and her core throbbed with heat. He didn't spank as hard as Bastian had, but they weren't punishing her this time.

This spanking was meant to arouse all of them, and she was a definite fan.

Tania couldn't stop herself from stealing a peek at the bulge in Bastian's slacks—not that she wanted to. Her mouth watered with anticipation as she tightened her fingers in the fabric of Desmond's trousers and parted her lips.

"Fuck." Bastian whispered the curse, and his hand shook as he freed his erection. He was bigger… thicker than either of her toys.

She pushed her trepidation aside. Maybe the toys weren't an approximation of Bastian's cock, but Tania trusted her Daddies to make her first time good for her. Besides, judging by the size of Desmond's erection poking into her side, they wouldn't leave her disappointed.

A droplet of pre-cum seeped from the crown of Bastian's cock, and she whimpered, enjoying the sting as he tightened his fist in her hair. Although Tania had never given anyone a blow job before, she couldn't wait to try it.

And she definitely couldn't wait for them to return the favor after her spanking.

"Yum." She lapped at the pearly liquid, tasting salt and his clean male essence. "So good, Daddy."

Before he could speak, she swirled her tongue around the plump glans, then took his shaft deep into her mouth. He bumped the back of her throat, making her swallow before she gagged. A few tears sprang into her eyes, but she didn't look away from his face as she suckled him.

She didn't watch Bastian because he asked her to. Tania wanted to see the need in his expression. Her inexperience didn't seem to matter, and even though she was the one over Desmond's knee getting her butt warmed, she felt powerful.

"Fuck, yes." Slowly, as if giving her time to adjust, Bastian fucked her mouth with leisurely strokes. "Des, doesn't Tania look pretty with my cock in her mouth?"

Strangely, being called pretty by Bastian didn't make her want to jab an icepick into his forehead. Maybe it was because of how his hand trembled as he touched her face. He meant it to be complimentary and couldn't know the word triggered her.

For a moment, Tania considered telling them, but decided she liked it when her Daddies called her pretty.

"Gorgeous." Desmond spanked her hard on the crease between her ass and thighs, making her moan around Bastian's cock. Desmond squeezed her heated flesh, then pushed his hand between her legs and circled her clit with his finger. "Our babygirl's pussy is soaked."

"Mmm. Give me a taste," Bastian replied.

Desmond held up his hand, and Bastian sucked the glistening moisture from his fingertips. After licking Desmond's hand clean, Bastian cradled the back of his neck and pulled him into a searing kiss.

Watching her Daddies together was everything Tania had dreamed of for way too long. Whining around Bastian's cock, she spread her thighs apart and tried to rub her pussy against Desmond's leg, desperate for something—anything—to give her what she needed.

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