Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“But what about the rest of it? What you told me before about being Daddy Doms and wanting a Little.”

“When I talked to you about being a Little, what did you think?” Caleb asked her. “Did it feel wrong? Or like something you might like to try?”

“I . . . I . . . don’t know. I don’t know if I can let go like that. I’ve spent so long doing it all myself. How do I relax enough not to worry? I’m tired of making all the decisions. I always seem to make the wrong ones.”

“Then let us make the decisions for a while,” Caleb said gently. “In Little space, you can just be. You can play, have fun, and be yourself knowing that Daddy is always there to catch you if you fall. And will make the hard decisions when you can’t.”

“Doesn’t that make me weak?” she asked. “To rely on you like that? Shouldn’t I be able to do it myself?”

“People make the mistake of thinking of subs as weak, but they’re the strongest of all us,” Aleki countered. “Putting your trust in someone like that isn’t easy. Showing your vulnerable side, being who you want to be, that’s hard shit. Submissives are not weak. You are not weak.”

“What if I’m not a Little, will you not want me then?”

Aleki grasped her chin. “Not the way it works. Yes, being a Daddy Dom is part of who we are, but you’re a bigger part.”

“Besides, we’re pretty sure you’re a Little,” Caleb told her. “So we’re not worried.”

Well, she was a bit.

“So men just steal a woman and keep her?”

“No,” Aleki replied. “Like I said, they have a period where they woo her. Twenty-one days. They spend that time with each other. Food is brought to them and their jobs are covered. The only people who are usually allowed in to see them are the elders and if necessary, a physician, to make sure that the bride is well.”

“B-bride.”

“Yep, bride. But at the end of twenty-one days, the bride has a choice whether she wants to officially marry the harem. It’s like a courtship period. But on steroids.”

“I . . .I . . .” Marry? They didn’t mean they wanted to marry her, right?

“Nothing happens that you don’t agree to,” Caleb told her. “We’ll have a chat about limits and rules. And when we reach the end of the twenty-one days, we’ll figure out what will happen. But this will give us time to get to know each other again. And you’ll be safe with us. I promise. Nobody will even know you’re with us. Let us help you, jelly bean. You won’t be putting anyone at risk.”

“If there wasn’t all this shit going down with your old man, would you come with us?” Aleki asked.

Would she?

Of course, she would.

“Yes.”

“Then that’s all the answer we need,” Caleb said with satisfaction. He turned and started the car.

Oh God. What was she doing?

Aleki ran his hand over her hair. “Just relax, baby. We’re in charge right now. All you have to do is obey us. That’s it. No thinking. No worrying. Give it all to us. We’ve got big shoulders. We can take care of it. Of you. Fact is, I think that’s what I was put on this Earth to do. Look after you.”

And her fate was sealed.

Shit.

15

“Took you long enough,” Wolfe snapped as he opened the backdoor to the car. He glared down at her, as though it was her fault. The sky was beginning to lighten, it must be getting close to dawn.

“Sorry my kidnapping inconvenienced you,” she snapped up at him.

She was tired, her arm was throbbing and she was feeling more than a bit irritated. Sure, she’d made the decision to come with them. But it all felt like

some bizarre dream. And she wasn’t just having second thoughts. She was having fifth and sixth thoughts. Turning off her brain and letting them take control sounded ideal in theory. In reality, she didn’t know how it was even possible to begin doing that.