Page 64 of Hunting Little Hope
Did that mean?
Suddenly I was even more aware of the sensitive skin on my backside, and the achy emptiness of the spot between my legs.
This was new.
Not only the needy feeling while being very much Little, but also having two Daddies and a big brother in bed with me.
So many bodies to explore.
So many options.
So many...everythings. If you catch my drift.
“I think, little dino nuggie, you get to behave for just a while longer while Daddy Lee takes care of our girl first. Show us you can be real good and deserve your reward.” Daddy Tyrell’s smooth, deep voice rumbled with hunger, and I wiggled in Daddy Lee’s embrace, pressing my bottom deeper against Perry, who let out an almost pained whimper. “Are you going to be a good boy?”
Perry cleared his throat and pushed up against me one more time before withdrawing. It left me feeling almost cold and alone but I was soon distracted by Daddy Lee’s hand cupping my breast and then carefully pulling at my stiff nipple.
I was vaguely aware of Perry responding to Daddy T, but Daddy Lee had my full focus as he worked on torturing my breasts. The sheets were cool against my skin, but the sting across my ass was anything but. I shifted slightly, wincing as the fabric brushed over the still-warm marks Daddy had left there. The punishment might have been over, but I didn’t forget the way I ached for more while he and Daddy T had been marking me.
One of Daddy Lee’s hands moved to my bottom, and I pushed into the embrace even as the sting increased.
“Too sore, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rough and amused as he continued to stroke me while his other hand worked on my breasts.
“Not at all,” I murmured huskily, my tone filled with need. His warm chuckle at my eager response vibrated through my chest before I took in a sharp breath as his fingers delved between my cheeks and dipped into the wet heat between my legs.
I turned my head just enough so I could look up at him. “If I say yes, will you make it all better, Daddy?”
His wicked grin had my heart racing. “How about, naughty girl, instead of lying to your Daddy, I just tell you I’ll make it better, anyway?”
Daddy T chuckled from somewhere behind me, but the nimble fingers playing between my legs distracted me too much to allow me to turn around and look at him and Perry.
“I don’t know Lee,” Daddy T said, his voice laced with amusement. “I don’t think we should encourage bad behavior.”
I whimpered at the thought of being denied.
As a submissive, that was one of my favorite things.
As a Little... I thought I mightdieif Daddy didn’t make me feel better.
Decisions, decisions.
Lucky for me, I didn’t have to choose. I hadtwoDaddies who would make all those choices for me.
“I don’t know what you were just thinking, sweetheart, but whatever it is... hold that thought,” Daddy Lee murmured before swooping in and claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. He pulled away after I was kissed breathless and stared down at me. “Fuck, you’re perfect like this. All ready and needy. I don’t know if I can be patient and gentle, sweet girl.”
“Don’t be,” I urged him on. “We have forever together. Be gentle later.”
His mouth came down on mine, full of hunger and soft threat, and for a few seconds, I could barely breathe. My head swam. My body folded in on itself and then expanded, all nerves and heat and anticipation. Daddy Lee’s hand never left me: he cupped me, cradled me, stroked me exactly where I needed it, exactly how I wanted, just the right tease and pressure. When he leaned over and bit my bottom lip—not hard but not gentle, either—I whimpered, arching into his hand. I forgot entirely about being gentle. What even was gentle, when two Daddies and a sexy Little boy were planning to hold me in the smack-dab center of their attention?
Daddy Lee shifted, moving his leg between mine, parting them. His hand pressed and circled, and when he slid two fingers inside, crooked just so—I gasped, almost dizzy. My legs jerked, and I clung to him, fingers digging into his arm. Maybe if I held on tight enough, if I clung strong enough, I’d keep his hand where I wanted it and make everything happen just how I needed it to. I scraped my nails down his shoulder, hating nothing about the way he growled in response.
“Sweetheart,” he muttered, breaking our kiss only to press his lips to my cheek, my jaw, my throat. His hand slowed, pulling out of me with maddening care, and then he was rolling me over onto my front. I squirmed, both loving and hating how the heat in my ass flared when the sheets grazed over welts. “Hold still. Let Daddy see what a mess you are.”
I whimpered again, the flush hot on my face, but forced myself to stay put. Daddy Lee’s hands framed my hips, thumbs stroking gentle circles as he bent low and pressed a kiss to the small of my back—the same spot he’d marked with his flogger hours before. I shivered.
Behind me, Perry was whining with the feverish intensity of a Little denied dessert. Daddy T must have had him fully captured, because I could feel the steady, soft rhythmic movement in thebed behind me. I wanted to twist and watch—needed to, almost—but Daddy Lee’s mouth dragged down my neck, making my skin pebble, and the fragile thread of attention I had snapped back to the warmth and ache between my legs. He let me push into his hand, working me in slow, circling motions, never letting my body settle as he rubbed up against my inflamed skin.
Every time my hips twitched or bucked, he laughed low in his throat, a rumble that rolled through his chest and into mine.
