Chapter 41
“ I ndie?”
She glanced up, blinking. Urgh. She was on line forty-eight. Thank God she’d numbered each line or this interruption might have completely mucked her up.
Then she realized who was speaking and stiffened. “Margo.”
Margo was Slade’s cousin. The only relative of his that she’d ever met. Well, except his father, of course.
“Hi, what are you doing here?” Indie asked, glancing up at Rock then back to Margo.
No one had mentioned that Margo might be here.
“Oh, I’m a member of the club. Have been for about six months now. Slade didn’t want to let me in. But I have photos of him in the nude so I blackmailed him.”
That explained why she’d never seen the other woman here before, she must have joined after Indie stopped coming.
But also, what?
She did? And that was kind of eww considering they were cousins.
Rock snorted. “He was three.”
Ohh. That made more sense .
“Hey, don’t ruin my fun, Stone-man,” Margo told Rock, putting her hands on her hips as she glared at him. “I like to see how icked out people get by me saying I have nude photos of Slade. Well, some people do. Other people try to buy them off me. As if I’d sell naked photos of my cousin!”
But she’d use them to blackmail him?
“Umm.” She really didn’t know what to say to that.
“I didn’t know you were . . . back,” Margo said carefully.
She suddenly noticed that there was a girl standing behind Margo. She peeked out to look at Indie, then slid back behind Margo’s wider frame. The other girl was stunning. Perhaps the most beautiful woman that Indie had seen in her life.
Who was she?
And was Rock looking at her?
But when she glanced up, he had his gaze moving around the room, frowning slightly. They were in the Littles room. Well, the Littles punishment room.
Yep. They had a room where naughty Littles could be . . . disciplined. There was a desk and chair where she was sitting. A naughty corner and a cupboard filled with spanking implements.
Now she was glad that the guys hadn’t taken her at her word when she said her ribs were no longer sore. Because she didn’t want to be spanked by anything in that cupboard.
Yikes.
“Indie is back,” Slade said. “And she’s ours.”
She turned around with a smile as she saw him walking into the room. Yay! Slade was here and so was Rock.
Daddy and Da.
Okay. Was she slipping into Little headspace?
When she’d first walked in here, she’d had a look around the playroom, pausing at some of the play stations.
There was a slime area and a crafts space as well as a huge dress-up box.
She wouldn’t mind playing the princess and the dragon with Rock.
Or making slime with Spencer. Perhaps they could put some areas like that in her playroom, too.
Because she didn’t feel relaxed enough here to let her Little slip free.
She wondered what Slade would enjoy?
Probably spanking you. Seems he’s been dying to do that for years.
“Oh, really?” Margo said.
She tensed, waiting for the other woman’s judgment. Indie knew that Rock and Slade would never let the other woman hurt or insult her, but she still braced.
To her shock, Margo started clapping. “Yay!”
Indie jumped.
“Jesus, Margo, try not to scare her into giving birth, will you?” Slade snapped.
Margo’s eyes widened. “You’re pregnant?”
Had she not noticed? Although she was sort of tucked in under the desk. She had on a light pink dress that flowed around her stomach. It wasn’t her usual club attire, but she’d worn clothes for comfort tonight
“Um, yes.”
“With your baby?” Margo turned to Slade.
“It’s my baby now,” he said.
Holy moly.
Did he know what that statement did to her?
“Ours,” Rock growled.
And there went her heart. It was completely theirs. Without reservation.
She sniffled and everyone gave her an alarmed look.
“What’s wrong?” Slade asked.
“Who?” Rock demanded with a scowl.
“I’m sorry,” Margo told her. “I didn’t mean to upset you!”
But it was the other girl who stepped around Margo to gently pat her shoulder. She gave her a small, sad smile. As if she knew exactly what Indie was feeling.
Then she wrapped her arms around Indie.
With a sigh, Indie did the same. “Sorry. Those were happy tears. You guys just made me so happy. ”
The girl stepped back with a nod.
“Um, I’m Indie,” she said to her.
“This is Lemon,” Margo said. “She doesn’t like to talk much, but that doesn’t mean she’s not super smart.”
There was a note of defensiveness in the other woman’s voice and Indie wondered how often she’d had to defend her friend.
“Of course not.” Indie glanced up at Rock with a smile. The look on his face softened.
Margo clapped her hands again, ignoring Slade’s scowl.
“Right, it’s settled then. We’re all going to be best of friends and do our hair and paint our nails and shit.
Actually, not my nails because I don’t let anyone but Eve touch them.
But you know, girly shit. Ooh, like lunchtime dates with cocktails and shopping after. ”
“Well, mocktails for me.” Indie stood and Margo’s mouth dropped open.
“Wow, you’re seriously pregnant, aren’t you? How far along are you?”
“Around twenty-two weeks. Do I look that big?” she asked with some alarm.
She knew she shouldn’t have worn a maternity dress tonight. Maybe her baby bump really was the reason why the guys didn’t want to sleep with her.
“Of course you don’t,” Slade said as Rock wrapped an arm around her from behind, pulling her back against him.
“Oh, shit, sorry!” Margo said. “I just thought maybe you were a couple of months. I didn’t mean to insult you. And, anyway, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“Language, Margo,” Slade growled. “You know that swearing in the Littles area isn’t allowed and you’ll end up getting a spanking.”
“And who is gonna spank me? You?” Margo challenged.
Slade looked ill. “God, no. But Alaistair is out there, monitoring.”
“Urgh, no thanks.” Margo wrinkled her nose.
“What are the two of you doing in here?” Slade asked.
“I thought Lemon might want to spend some time in here. She’s been stressed.” Margo shot Lemon a worried look and Slade’s face softened.
“All right, but behave yourself, Margo,” Slade warned.
Margo scoffed. “That sounds boring.”
Slade rolled his eyes heavenward. “Lord help me.” He turned to look at her. “Boo, how many lines have you done?”
“Um, forty-eight. Close enough, right?”
Both men gave her stern looks.
Sheesh. Fine. Not close enough.
Then her gaze caught sight of someone rolling through the larger playroom. There was a big window so that if you were in the punishment room you could see out, but no one could look in.
Moving through the room was Spencer. He headed straight to the door and managed to open it, rolling through on a hoverboard.
“Look what I found!” he cried as he raced around the room. “And I thought it was lost.”
“Fuck,” Slade muttered. “I thought I’d gotten rid of that thing.”
Rock just shook his head.
“What did you say? You got rid of it? Spencer asked.
“It’s a liability issue,” Slade told him. “You’re going to crash into someone and hurt them.”
“I’m insulted,” Spencer said, placing his hand on his heart. “I would never crash into anyone. I am an expert operator.”
“You’re a disaster waiting to happen,” Slade told him.
Spencer shot her a smile. “What do you think, Princess? Would you like to ride my noble stead?”
Okay, her mind should not have gone where it did. Because she wasn’t thinking about riding the hoverboard. Or even a horse.
Nope, she was thinking about riding something else altogether.
“I know where your mind just went,” Margo whispered to her with a grin.
Oh man. That was embarrassing.
“She is not getting on that thing,” Slade barked. “She could fall off.”
Spencer sighed .
“Not to mention she hasn’t got good balance at the moment,” Slade added.
Sheesh, you trip over your feet one time and suddenly you don’t have good balance?
Rude.
“Yeah, true.” Spencer hopped off and turned it off. “Fine, I’ll put it away. Are you finished with your lines yet, Princess?”
“Yep, I am now!” She held them up triumphantly.
Slade took the piece of paper from her and checked it over. Rude. Did he think that she’d missed some?
“All right, these are done,” Slade said.
Thank goodness. She needed to pee.
“Great! What are we doing now? We could play in the Littles room for a while?” Spencer suggested. “I like the look of that slime station.”
She had to smile. But as she stared at the Little playroom she realized she still wasn’t ready to go in there. The room was filling up and her Little was feeling too shy to be out in front of all these people. She’d only just shown her to the guys.
“Or we could go watch some scenes,” Spencer said.
That seemed like a good idea.
This had been a bad idea.
As Indie watched a medical play scene, her clit started throbbing. She pressed her thighs together, leaning back against Slade who stood behind her.
He wrapped his arm around her belly, kissing her neck. Indie let out a small sigh.
“Tired, Little one?” he asked.
Kind of. But the biggest problem was her growing need. Plus she still needed to pee.
“Not really. I’m okay. ”
“You don’t have a sore back? Sore feet?” Spencer asked, moving in front of her.
Great. Now she couldn’t see the scene. She really wanted to see what happened when the doctor started to give the patient a very deep inspection.
She tried to lean around him. “I’m good. I mean, I have to pee. But I can hold on.”
“No holding on,” Spencer said, reaching for her and lifting her into his arms. “Toilet. Now.”
“Spencer!” she cried as he moved through the room. People turned to stare at them. Although, to be fair, they didn’t look for long. There were more interesting things to look at than a handsome guy in bright green carrying a pregnant woman to the toilets.
When they got there, Spencer let her down slowly.
“Spencer.”
She glanced around him to see Rock bearing down on them. Oh, he didn’t look happy.
“Shit. He doesn’t look happy,” Spencer said.
“Yeah, I think someone is getting a spanking.” She waggled her finger at him. “And it’s going to be you.”
Spencer shot her a look. “Nope. Only person who gets spanked here is you.”
“Wait for me,” Rock said.
Spencer crossed his arms over his chest. “I can protect our girl. She wasn’t in any danger.”
Rock still scowled at him. Always the protector.
He took hold of her hand and led her to the single unisex bathroom. Opening the door, he glanced around and then headed in. Spencer followed them both in and shut the door behind him.
They stood there, staring at her.
She stared back at them. Then she looked at the toilet.
Okay, now she really had to go.
“What are you guys doing in here?” she asked.
“We’re guarding you, of course,” Spencer said .
“From what? The toilet?” She put her hands on her hips, giving them both a look.
“Keep you safe,” Rock said.
“There is no way anyone could get to me with you guys standing guard on the other side of the door. A girl has got to have some privacy.”
“Getting pretty sassy, aren’t we?” Spencer murmured, moving toward her. She backed up into the wall. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head.
This was not sexy.
Nope.
Indie swallowed heavily.
“I think you might need a lesson in remembering who is in charge here,” Spencer said.
“Not you,” Rock told her.
She glanced over to find him standing next to her, his gaze hot and intense.
“You guys are not going to make out with me in a toilet,” she squealed. “Not. Sanitary.”
Spencer’s lips twitched. “Make out with you?”
Indie could feel herself growing red. “Yeah, make out. You got a problem with that?”
“Not at all. I was thinking of some fun punishment. Well, you might not think it’s fun.”
Her bladder gave an urgent signal.
“Gotta pee,” she said.
Spencer immediately backed away. “Fine, we’ll stand right outside. Slade is probably pacing the hallway. Call out if you need us.” Spencer left.
Rock still stood there.
“Seriously got to pee, Rock.”
“Can help.”
“No. Nope. I can now do this on my own.” There had been several times where they’d had to help her. However, her ribs were healed enough that she no longer needed the hovering .
Part of you likes the hovering.
You like being pampered and taken care of.
Probably because she’d never had that in her life before. She’d always been the one looking after others. So it was no wonder she was lapping up their care and attention so much.
Rock narrowed his gaze at her before leaning around to lightly pat her bottom. It wasn’t a spank. Not even close. So light she barely felt it.
But it felt like a warning.
And it made her shiver with desire and need.
She really felt like tonight was going to be the night they fully made her theirs.