Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
Beverly
Getting to their room was the easy part. Despite his double load of Littles, Gordon showed no signs of strain, at least not due to the Littles’ weight. Though he did seem to be suffering a teensy bit with his composure.
“Babe, I swear to you, if you don’t find that card and unlock this door in the next ten seconds, I’m going to explode.”
“No need to get all dramatic. It’s not like I’m not trying to find it,” Beverly slid her hand from his left pocket into his right. When she realized what her fingers encountered was far thicker than a key card, she glanced up to see him staring down. God, how she’d missed that sexy-as-sin quirked brow
“Oops, perhaps I misspoke.” Her fingers traced the bulge of his cock she could easily feel through the lining of his pants pocket. “It’s my profession you see. Now, if you’d warned me that your glans penis, that’s the proper anatomical term, in case you’re wondering, was the source of this imminent eruption?—"
“Beverly,” Gordon growled.
If that growl had been a bit more impressive, she might have been more inclined to consider its meaning. But, since it hadn’t been much more than a whisper as they didn’t want to wake the Littles, she took her time in withdrawing her hand, letting her fingertip tap along his erection. Now that part of him was very impressive indeed.
“Ten, nine?—”
“Okay, okay, give me a second.”
“Eight, seven?—”
“I was just teasing!”
She shoved her hand into his back pocket, not particularly caring that doing so had her brushing against Blake’s leg. The poor thing had joined Lori in sleep before they’d crossed the expanse of the lobby. She hated to disturb him, but when his Daddy started counting backward she knew she really, really didn’t want him to reach zero.
“Six—”
The card wasn’t there. “Are you positive you remembered to even pick up the card? I’m running out of pockets here”
“Five—”
“Or is this all a ploy to have me feel you up?”
Now that growl was positively delicious. Or perhaps what was luscious was the feel of his taut ass cheek she was sliding her fingers over.
“Four—”
“Did you leave your card in your other shirt when you changed?”
“Three—”
Flashing back, she pictured Gordon when he’d walked into the room with Blake. She’d remembered thinking how much emotional distress her babyboy must have been in because of how wrinkled and soggy Gordon’s shirt?—
Grateful Lori slept like the dead, Beverly slid her hand under the Little’s chest and dipped her fingers into the front pocket of Gordon’s shirt.
“Two—”
“Got it!” Beverly yelled, then froze when both Littles stirred. “Shhhh.” Not sure if the whisper was for the Littles’ benefit or her own, she slowly took a step back, the key card held high as if she were afraid the movement of it stirring the air might cause Littles’ eyes to open.
“Open. The. Door.”
What sort of class does a Dominant attend to learn how to enunciate so crisply, that even when whispering he made each clipped word sound as if it had been shouted?
“One—”
Amazing how fast a person could move when her very ass depended on it. Beverly swiped the card, pushed through the door, and held it wide open for him to enter.
Once he’d turned sideways and stepped in without knocking one of the Littles against the door frame, she hurried across the suite to the door of the room she’d seen Lori enter when they’d been waiting for Blake’s return. Again she held it wide, and after he was inside with his precious cargo, she realized she should have let him deposit Blake on the couch first.
“Here, give me Lori,” she said as she held up her hands. “I’ll get her tucked in while you lay Blake down on the couch. I’ll find a blanket or?—”
“Babe, stop fussing and look behind you.”
A glance over her shoulder had her lowering her arms. “How did that get in here?”
“Jared,” Gordon said as he moved to the twin bed across from Lori’s crib. “Help me get them settled and we can have a conversation without sounding like serpents hissing at each other.”
Beverly caught her laugh before it became too big and helped take Blake from him. “Shhh, it’s okay. Mommy’s got you. Just sleep.” Blake’s mumble could have been anything, but she took it for agreement. “That’s my good boy.” She didn’t bother to remove anything but his shoes before tucking him beneath the covers.
Lori was lying on the changing table, most probably dreaming of sprinkles as Gordon removed her shoes and socks.
“Since when does Lori wear diapers?” Beverly asked as Gordon lifted the Little’s legs to slide a diaper beneath her.
“Since yesterday. It’s something we both wanted to try and I figured this place was the perfect opportunity to see how we liked it. So far she only wears one to nap. Hand me the cream, please.”
Beverly removed the cap and passed him the diaper cream. As Gordon applied it, she ran her fingers softly over Lori’s arm. The girl had changed so much. Not physically, but in accepting that being Little was what made her feel free. Beverly was so incredibly grateful that Lori and Gordon had found each other again and had now found her.
“I love you, babygirl, sweet dreams,” Bev whispered as she kissed Lori’s cheek. “Oh, wait, stuffies!” She ran out to the living room and grabbed them, passing one to Gordon on her return.
“Switch.”
“Huh?” Beverly paused in mid-bend where she’d been about to kiss Blake’s cheek.
“Stuffies, you gave me the wrong one,” Gordon said.
“Oh, right.”
Once the stuffies were tucked in with the correct Little, Beverly stood and looked from one bed to the other. When Gordon slipped his arms around her from behind, she leaned back against his chest.
“Do you have any idea how blessed we are?”
“I do,” Gordon said. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and then led her from the room, softly closing the door behind him.
It might have been years, but the moment she was pulled toward the master bedroom, her body went into “Yes, please” mode. Of course, one should never appear too eager.
Leaning in the opposite direction of the pull didn’t do much as her size was negligible to a man who was capable of carrying the dead weight of two adult-size Littles. But she didn’t really care. They both wanted to reach the same destination, she just wanted to make him work for it a tiny bit.
“What about the paperwork?”
“What?”
“Why, Sir, how could you have forgotten? You were so adamant all those forms you kept insisting were going to be filled out, signed, stamped with the proper seal of approval, and filed before anything sexy happened?”
“Why, thank you for the reminder, Ms. MacIntosh. I suppose before I begin anything sexy such as getting you naked and beneath me so I can lick every inch of your body and listen to you beg for permission to come, I owe it to you to allow you to complete all the paperwork required.”
When he dropped her hand, she instantly regretted teasing him. Gordon walked past her to rummage in a drawer in the kitchenette. When he caught her watching, he nodded to the table.
“Take a seat.”
“Come on, seriously, there is no reason to fill out any forms.”
“I assure you there is. Rules are rules, after all. Now, please take a seat.”
Huffing, Beverly pulled out one of the chairs and sat. Instead of wasting time, she should already be naked beneath the man who was busy doing only god knows what. All she could do was mentally drum her fingers on the table and wait. When he held out a pen in front of her, she managed not to snatch it out of his fingers, but just barely.
“Is there a problem?”
Not one she was going to admit. The man’s head, both the one on his shoulders and the one causing the bulge beneath his trousers, were big enough already. He didn’t need his ego fed by her admitting the very sound of his voice, the tone he used when addressing her and the unwavering focus of those steel-gray eyes on her were the problem. Her nipples were tightening and her panties dampening. Well, they would be if she were wearing any. When Erika had thoughtfully brought her a change of clothing, Bev exchanged her uniform for a lightweight rust-colored sweater and a brown pleated skirt. She’d had one foot in a fresh pair of panties before remembering Gordon’s preference. Beverly had pulled her foot free, folded the thong and tucked it into the uniform’s pocket, leaving her sans undies. Which meant that instead of hoping her panties could contain any evidence of her arousal from forming a big wet spot on the back of her skirt, she had to rely on squeezing her thighs together.
“Nope, no problem here.”
“Good to know.”
As Gordon pulled out another chair, Beverly noticed that where there had been just two around the table before, there were now four. “Did you ask Jared to bring more chairs too?”
“Of course. There are four of us now. We needed to double everything.”
“That was incredibly thoughtful of you, Gordon. I shouldn’t have teased—” Her words were cut off when he slapped a thick yellow legal pad down in front of her. Numbers had been printed in the left margin, three blank lines left between each one. The bottom of the page ended at the number ten. “Good grief, how many questions are we answering?”
“Just a hundred.”
“Are you freaking kidding!” She stared at him from across the table. “Gordon, answering a hundred questions is going to take at least an hour.”
Shoulders strong enough to carry an adult and yet soft enough to offer a Little’s head comfort shrugged. “I suppose it could, but while I was willing to give you an exemption, Ms. MacIntosh, you’re the one who insisted on being proper.”
This time the growl was hers and it was definitely not sexy. “Fine, but I can’t start filling out answers without the questions. Where’s the list?”
“I think they start on page ten or so.”
Beverly did her best not to snarl at his devil-may-care attitude, but she felt the chances of “sexy” happening were diminishing rapidly. I just hope you know that by the time we flip all these pages back to find a question, then flip them again to answer, our Littles are most likely going to be standing right there asking for an after-nap snack! Seriously, Gordon, I really don’t think this is necessary.”
Steel-gray eyes that were growing a darker gray by the minute had her catching her breath, clenching her thighs even tighter and her pulse rate quickening. Guess he might not find this entire process as blasé as she’d thought.
“Sir.”
Adding the honorific was better late than never, right?
“For a moment there I thought you’d forgotten who is the Dom and who is the submissive.”
“No, Sir, I haven’t. I just thought… um, never mind. I might be a Domme but you’re the Dom Dom?—”
“Excuse me? Did you just call me a dumb-dumb?”
“What? No! Of course not! I’d never”—eyes widened as her words played back—“Oh, no, I meant your Dom dominates my Domme… oh, for fuck’s sake!” Beverly threw her head back and took a deep breath before exhaling and looking at him. “Gordon Sheffield you are the Dominant, not only over me, but our Littles. You, Sir, are the one in control in this family. ”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive, Sir.” She thought she most likely looked like a bobblehead doll as she nodded vigorously.
“Good. In that case, shall we begin?”
“Absolutely, Sir.” The pages of her tablet were already being flipped up and back as she looked for the beginning of the questions. When she didn’t see any, she figured she’d gone too quickly and started over, being more careful in making sure she looked at every page. Frustrated, when she still hadn’t found the first one, she looked up.
“Excuse me, Sir, but are you sure you gave me the right tablet?”
“Yep,” Gordon said as he wrote something down on his tablet. “Why, is there a problem?”
Biting back a smart-ass retort, she managed to reword it, “I can’t seem to find any questions, Sir.”
How was it possible that all it took to have her belly fluttering and her pussy weeping was for his head to slowly rise only enough so his eyes met hers?
“Page ten.”
Okay, so much for how incredibly sexy the man’s eyes were. The reminder of a page number moved that needle from ten to zero. She’d already looked on page ten and page twenty and even the last damn page. But, fine, she was a professional woman. She handled patients who were a bit snippy all the time, right. She could most certainly handle this damn tablet.
“One,” she said, lifting and folding the top page back. “Two.” The second page turned. “Three, four, five, six.” Each page was counted aloud and slowly turned back to lay neatly on the previous. “Seven, eight, nine, te… oh.” She looked up to find him sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Dropping her eyes to the pad, she clicked her pen, made sure she had read the question correctly, and then flipped back to the beginning.
On the first line, she put pen to paper and wrote her answer. Laying the pen on the table, she picked up the pad and turned it to face him so he could see her answer written in her very best penmanship.
Yes, please.
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure our questions are the same. Could you read the question back to me?”
Pages flipped far more quickly this time until she got to the tenth, where written in neat block letters on the top line was the question. Clearing her throat, she read it aloud:
Would you like to strip naked and join me on the bed where we will indulge in quite kinky sexy play until you are begging to be allowed to come?
Feeling quite giddy, after she’d read him the last word of the question, she flipped the pad back and tapped her nail against her answer.
“As you can see, Sir, my answer is not only in the affirmative, I’ve already started begging.”
They both stood at the same time and it only took two steps for her to join him.
“And now that the paperwork is done”—like he’d done with Blake a short while earlier, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder—“How about we get our sexy on?” When all she could do was mewl as she attempted to tug his shirt out of his trousers, he chuckled as he skirted the couch on the way across the living room. “Babe, you’re whimpering.”
“Less talk, more action, Sir. Get me naked!”