Chapter 39 #2
Rock set her down and she started wandering around the room. There was a large mural painted on the one wall that didn’t have a window or door on it. It was a castle with a large gargoyle on the top, standing guard over everything below.
She loved it.
“Who painted that?” she asked.
“Rock did,” Spencer told her.
“It’s amazing.” She walked over to stare at it, taking in all of the details. It was insanely good. It felt like the gargoyle was real. Then she moved around the room.
There was a double bed with a pink cover that had small pompoms around the edges. A pompom pillow sat on the bed.
A fluffy pink rug lay on the floor and there were shelves filled with books, along with a tea party set on a small table that had chairs around it.
Then she moved over to where a teepee was set up. It was pink with fluff around the bottom. Inside, they’d set up piles of cushions. She’d be able to go in there and feel all closed in and cozy.
“Who did this?” she asked.
“That was me,” Slade said. “Do you like it?”
“I love it! Can I go in now? ”
“Sure, Boo,” Slade told her. “This is your playroom. You can do whatever you want. Well, as long as you stick to the rules. Otherwise you’ll be over in the naughty corner.”
“What’s a naughty corner?” she asked, not liking the sound of that at all.
Slade pointed to a corner of the room. Sure enough there was a chair facing a corner and painted on the back were the words: Naughty Girl.
“Well, that seems presumptuous,” she said.
“Presumptuous?” Spencer asked.
“To think that I’m going to be naughty enough to need a naughty corner.”
“Oh, I think you’ll be in there often enough,” Slade said with a smirk.
“Not nice, Daddy!” She waggled a finger at him. Then she realized what she’d just called him.
She froze before she felt her cheeks heat. Without even thinking about it, she crouched and climbed into the teepee. It wasn’t that easy but she managed.
Her ribs didn’t hurt much anymore, thankfully. But her bump was growing, even if she was still smaller than she should be. She settled onto the cushions and stuck her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it to settle herself.
Why had she said that?
Although, also, why shouldn’t she say it? Because she was in her playroom and he was her Daddy.
Wasn’t he?
Then Slade’s face appeared in the opening of the teepee. She sucked on her thumb harder.
“Hey, can I come in?”
She glanced around the teepee. It wasn’t that large.
Slade raised an eyebrow in question.
Indie nodded and he managed to get himself into the teepee.
“What are you doing hiding in here, Little one?” he asked.
He didn’t know ?
“I can see we’re feeling non-verbal. That’s fine. You don’t have to talk. Daddy can do that for both of us.”
Did he just call himself Daddy?
“I don’t mind you calling me Daddy. In fact, I’m happy you called me Daddy, Boo. It’s something I’ve wanted to hear for a long time.”
Indie forced herself to slide her thumb from her mouth. She swallowed heavily, staring at the man who had held her heart the longest. He’d been there for her when no one else had.
And yeah, he’d broken her heart. But he was also mending it.
“You’re sure?”
“Little girl, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
She held out her arms to him without even thinking. He smiled and lifted her into his lap, nuzzling at her cheek.
“My beautiful girl. So soft and sweet and all mine. Both of you are mine.” He rubbed her tummy gently.
Indie relaxed into his embrace. “Both of us?”
“Yes. Both.”
Spencer appeared in the opening of the teepee. “Slade, you should have gotten a bigger teepee. I want to come in. This thing is awesome.”
“Well, you won’t fit,” Slade said. “You’ll have to get one of your own.”
“That’s no fun. I want to hold Indie while I’m in the teepee. I don’t want to be in it on my own. I need my snuggles.”
She giggled as Spencer wriggled his eyebrows.
“By the way, feel free to call me Daddy, too. Or Papa. Or Dada.”
He suddenly jolted and looked over his shoulder. “Oh, right. Rock wants to be Da. I think his dad had Scottish roots or something. Hey, I think I have Scandinavian roots. What did they used to call their fathers?”
“Far,” Rock said.
“Far?” he said. “I like that. For Far Out, you know?”
“What about for Far-ool,” Slade said .
“Hey, that doesn’t work and it’s rude.” Spencer huffed and drew out his phone. “Ooh, what about Super Dad? Or, My Hero?”
She snorted. “I like Dada?”
“Me too!” he said.
“Good.”
“Yes! I have a name! Now, let me into the teepee. This isn’t a secret club where just anyone gets to play, is it?”
Indie shook her head, grinning at Spencer. Sometimes he knew just what to say to make everything better.
Slade got out and Spencer climbed in. “Wow. This is nice.” He lay back and drew her into his chest. The other guys were moving around the room as he rubbed her tummy in slow circles. “One day I want to play with you. Do you think you’d be happy with that?”
“You mean you’d want to . . . to pleasure me?”
He rolled onto his side and looked down at her. “Yeah, but sometimes you might have to work for it. I might edge you until you’re out of your mind, until you’re begging me, desperate to come.”
Whoa.
It felt a bit wrong to get turned on while she was in her playroom. But she couldn’t help it.
“You’ll need a safeword,” he said. “And to tell me what your limits are.”
“I filled out a form before I was allowed into the club,” she told him.
“Yes, but I want to hear it from you.”
“It’s onion,” she told him.
“Onion?” he grinned. “I like it. I also won’t be playing with you until you’re more recovered.”
“It’s been six weeks.”
“I’d wait forever for you.”
Wow. Those words were so sweet. He kissed her before sliding away. “We’re going to leave you with Rock for a while since he created all of this. But I want to spend some time in here playing with you. ”
She nodded. “Okay, Dada.”
He grinned. “See? How can you not like that name when it makes you smile every time?”
That was so true.
Then Rock was crouching, peering in at her. She smiled at him. “Want to come in?”
He raised his eyebrows, giving the teepee a skeptical look.
Hmm. He was bigger than the other guys but she still thought that he would fit.
“We’ll make you fit, Da,” she told him shyly.
Warmth filled his face and she could tell that he really liked her calling him that.
He managed to climb in sideways and it was definitely a tight fit but it also felt so good to be snuggled up next to him. He reached in behind the cushions and suddenly, lights twinkled above her.
She gasped. She hadn’t even seen those lights there.
“Ooh, that’s so pretty.”
He turned her face toward him and kissed her lightly. “You are.”
She blushed. “You smooth talker.”
Rock brushed his nose against hers. “My girl.”
“I am. I’m all yours. Thank you for this. I can’t believe you did all of this for me. And that I had no idea.”
“Anything for you.”