Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“But not Wolfe?”

“Wolfe is trickier. He enjoys watching Littles playing, the way they interact with their Tops. But he’s never participated. Never had a Little. He knows he’d struggle to emotionally connect with someone. That’s why we work well together.”

“What do you mean?”

He brushed her hair back off her face. “I mean that the three of us intend to share one woman. One Little.”

Share? Holy. Hell. It was all she’d dreamed of. Having the three of them. And some other lucky bitch was gonna get what was once hers.

“Have you ever shared someone?” she whispered, feeling her heart fall into pieces.

“No, we’ve never found someone special. It took us a while to come to the realization that this is what we wanted. What we needed. And being with three guys like us isn’t for everyone.”

“Who wouldn’t want to be with you three?” she defended hotly.

He grinned, satisfaction filling his face. “We’re all dominant. Each of us can be demanding in our own way. Three men to please, three men to discipline her, three men to coddle and protect her. Well, Wolfe doesn’t coddle. But he’s a born protector. Three Daddies to indulge her. To play with her. To tip her over their knees when she’s naughty.”

She gulped at the thought.

She wanted that. All of it. Even though she didn’t completely understand the Daddy/Little stuff.

“How do you know you’re a Little?” she whispered.

“That’s a good question. And it’s not a one-size-fits-all, either. What feels like Little space to you, might not be what someone else experiences. And that’s okay. You don’t have to fit into a box, or tick off everything on a checklist. You need to be you. That’s more than enough.”

She had to blink back tears at his words.

“Some Littles like being Little all the time. Others don’t. Some might like dressing in cute clothes. Maybe they want to color or play with dolls or trucks or blocks. Perhaps they go younger and want bottles and pacifiers. Maybe they want a mix of both.”

It sounded strange. And yet at the same time, appealing.

“For a Little, it can be about letting go of their adult worries and fears. They’re able to exist in a more carefree state. Like a submissive might feel when they let their Dominant take control. It gives them permission to let go.”

“So a Little could just spend the time playing? And they’d have a Daddy to look after them?”

“Or a Mommy or Caregiver. Someone who helps them find that headspace if need be. Who gives them a sense of security. Who allows them to be in Little space because they’ll take care of the big decisions. They’ll set the rules and reinforce them if necessary. Often a caregiver will ensure the Little has eaten, gotten plenty of sleep, is happy and healthy and safe.”

Could she be a Little? She sometimes felt herself slip into a more childlike role. When she was alone and didn’t want to think about everything. Sometimes, she’d put a twirly dress on and sing or skip around that lonely house with Piggles. She’d suck her thumb if she was feeling unsure or scared.

“I just wanted you to know about us and our needs, so you could be fully informed.”

Fully informed? What did that mean? Before she could ask, the door opened and Aleki walked in, carrying a paper bag. Wolfe was behind him, carrying a bowl.

“Everything okay in here?” Aleki asked, his gaze zeroing in on her.

“She looks flushed. Does she have a temperature?” Wolfe set the bowl of soup down on the table next to her and placed his hand over her forehead. “Maybe we should get that idiot doctor back in here.”

“I’m fine. I don’t have a temperature.”

“She’s just flushed from being aroused,” Caleb announced as he climbed off the bed and took one of the burritos Aleki offered him. He sat on the chair closest to the bed.

She gaped at him. Shit. He did not just say that!

“And she’s a bit embarrassed.” He winked at her.

The big dipshit.

“Really?” Aleki drawled. He moved to the other side of her bed and sat in the chair, putting his feet up on the bed as he opened another burrito. “Do tell.”