Chapter 12
Twelve Devil Daddies showed up to help move Angel.
She barely had a second to blink before they were hard at work, packing boxes and wrapping her furniture for storage until they decided what to do with her things.
Completely overwhelmed by everything happening so quickly, Angel flitted here and there, trying to monitor everyone.
“Um, if you have any toys in your nightstand, this would be a good chance to pack those up,” Caroline whispered into her ear.
Angel stared at her for less than a second before grabbing a box from the stack the guys were taping and racing to her bedroom. She didn’t even hesitate to close the door. Time was of the essence!
Yanking the drawer out, she then dropped to her knees, panicking as her vibrator collection scattered on the floor.
Frantically, she grabbed and tossed them into the box.
The joke one Ellen had gotten her for Christmas rolled under the bed.
All twelve inches of red and green silicone with two giant jingle bells at the base.
She bashed her head on the bed railing as she tried to grab it.
“Angel needs some privacy for a minute, Vex,” Caroline called loudly to warn her.
Popping up to peek over the mattress, Angel spotted Caroline standing with her arms and legs spread at the door to buy her a few minutes. Vex would never mess with Razor’s Little girl for several reasons. Quickly, she dropped down on her stomach to grab that rogue dildo as Vex spoke.
“Caroline. I’m going to share your naughtiness with your Daddy if you don’t let me in,” Vex warned in a low voice that convinced Angel to move, and she wasn’t the one he focused on.
“Mine, Vex. I’ll take care of her.”
Angel recognized Wraith’s deep voice a split second before Caroline let out a surprised “Eep.” Peering under the mattress, she watched Vex’s boots stroll around the bed.
At the last minute, she abandoned her goal and pushed herself up to her knees to slam the box closed.
She’d have to hang around inside the bedroom, and when they took the mattress off the frame, Angel would have to hope she could grab the dildo before anyone saw it.
“What’s in there, Angel?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
He tilted his head and crossed his arms. “Let’s try this again. What’s in the box, Baby girl?”
“Vex, private stuff. You know, lady health supplies.” She hoped he’d think it was tampons and drop the subject. Men hated talking about feminine supplies.
“You don’t keep pads in your nightstand, Little girl. What happens if you lie to Daddy?” Vex asked.
“Can it be private stuff I don’t want the guys to see?”
“Sure. Hand me the box. I’ll check out the contents, and no one will be the wiser.”
“Vex!” she whined.
“You ready for us to take the bed frame apart?” Scythe asked from the doorway.
“No!” burst from Angel’s mouth.
“Better give us a minute, Scythe,” Vex told his MC brother.
“You got it.”
He was laughing. Scythe knew she was hiding something. Angel’s face heated. She slapped her hands over her cheeks to hide her blush, releasing the box.
“Gotcha,” Vex picked it up.
“Vex! Please.”
“Perhaps this is something we need to open together in private?” he asked. He nodded at three more MC members standing in the doorway, ready to make her furniture disappear.
Anything would be better than this. Angel agreed quickly. “Yes, please.” When Vex nodded and pivoted to carry the box somewhere, she said quickly, “Would you come down here to help me before you take that away?”
Vex shook his head as if wondering what he’d gotten himself into and lowered himself to his knees on the carpet. Mortified, she pointed under the bed. Vex lowered his chest to the floor and spotted the item. He turned to look at her with amusement etched into his features.
“Just get it,” she hissed.
Chuckling, he grabbed the massive adult device and pulled it from under the bed. The jingle bell sounded so loud to her ears. Angel flipped the box on its side and opened one flap for him to hide the outlandish thing inside.
“This is too big to fit in that small hole,” Vex told her as he sat up.
Angel snatched the silicon shaft out of his hand and thrust it headfirst into the box. “There. Thank you.”
“Good technique, Baby girl,” he whispered.
“Daddy!’ she protested.
“All right, guys. You can take the bed apart now. Problem managed,” Vex called to the guys, who immediately entered.
Vex rose and held a hand down to help Angel up. He grabbed the box and led her out of the room. He pulled her close and hugged her with one arm and kissed her temple. “You’re fine. I’m sorry you have T-Rex arms,” he teased.
Somehow the image of herself flapping totally out of proportion limbs changed the whole situation from mortifying to hilarious. She giggled and hid her face against Vex’s hard chest. He squeezed her tighter and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
“There’s my Baby girl,” he said, encouraging her.
“I’m never going to be able to look at them again,” Angel told him.
“You will. This box is off-limits to you. Daddy’s in charge of your pleasure.”
“Okay,” she whispered, studying the floor, wishing the ground would split and swallow her up.
“The other Little girls are on your balcony. Want to go hang out with them, and we’ll take care of this?”
She seized upon that escape plan. Opening the sliding glass door, she burst out onto the raised balcony overlooking the parking lot. Winnie, Caroline, and Honey sat on the concrete. They scooted over to give her space to join them.
“So… What jingled?” Caroline asked.
“Oh my God! That was so embarrassing. Thank goodness you warned me,” Angel shared with the group, avoiding the question.
“Good try. Tell us. Otherwise, we’ll come up with something awful—like an octopus tentacle with a bell on the tip,” Winnie suggested.
“Wouldn’t that hurt?” Honey asked.
A moment of silence descended before everyone burst into laughter. The sliding door opened. Razor looked out at them.
“Everything okay out here?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, Daddy. We were talking about how rubbery calamari is. It made us laugh,” Honey explained quickly, avoiding everyone’s gaze.
Angel held her breath, looking across the parking lot to distract herself from Honey’s excuse. The moment the door closed, the entire group exploded with laughter. “Calamari, Honey? Really?”
“I like to stick close to the truth. Tentacle, rubbery—calamari,” Honey said.
“Stop!” Winnie demanded, holding her sides. “I’m going to wet my pants. Daddy will put me in a diaper for the rest of the day.”
Angel noticed Winnie’s cheeks turned pink almost immediately, and her new friend focused on her own crossed legs. Angel guessed Winnie had spoken so candidly because she was used to intimate conversations with Caroline and Honey.
“It must be incredible to have someone love you that much to take such great care of you,” Angel said, forcing herself to be brave. “I didn’t know Little girls actually existed until Vex rescued me.”
“We said that!” Caroline chimed in. “I’d read a bunch of books and thought age play was a fantasy.”
Honey nodded, “Me too.”
Winnie peeked up, looking at Angel. “Can I ask if you’re Little?”
This time, Angel’s cheeks had to be pink. “I’m not sure how to judge that. I love how Vex takes care of me. I love my nursery. Are there any rules for who is Little and who isn’t?”
“You’re Little,” Caroline said with a smile. She leaned forward on her knees to hug Angel. “If there are guidelines, we don’t know them, and I really don’t care about them if someone randomly decided a bunch of stuff.”
“Right! What’s important is how you feel,” Honey said.
“Can I ask you some questions? I’ve never had anyone to talk to about this,” Angel said.
“Fire away. We all pick each other’s brains. Just remember what’s right for you, or for you and your Daddy, may be different for others,” Winnie said, and the others nodded.
“A big package of diapers appeared yesterday at Vex’s. He stacked them under a padded table in the nursery. I didn’t ask questions,” Angel said.
“Why not?” Honey asked.
“I was embarrassed,” Angel admitted. “Do you actually use them?”
All three of her new friends blushed. They looked at each other and then back at Angel before nodding.
“It makes me feel really Little,” Winnie admitted. “I like being in that headspace. At first, I worried about being too needy, but Daddy shows and tells me how much he loves taking intimate care of me. Now, I’m only embarrassed by how others might judge me.”
“I won’t judge anyone,” Angel promised.
“We’ll hold you to that promise,” Honey said with a smile that erased any pressure her statement might have had. “Do you have any more questions? Has Vex spanked you yet?”
“He’s concerned about how the Ravagers treated me. He doesn’t understand I know and trust him already,” Angel said before confessing, “I fantasize about being disciplined a lot. Like today with the sex toys. I tried to hide them, and all I could think about was ‘will he spank me?’”
“You should ask him to punish you. Vex may need a push,” Caroline suggested.
“Try saying, ‘Hey, can you spank me?’” Angel said, imagining how ridiculous she would feel if he was appalled. “What if he isn’t interested in punishing me?”
“Oh, Vex wants to smack your bottom. Hasn’t he tested you with a swat or two?” Winnie asked.
Their lovemaking that morning rebounded in her head. He’d delivered a stinging swat in the middle of the action. “He has,” Angel admitted.
“Then he’s totally into it,” Winnie told her. “Maybe you need to insist on a punishment because of the toys today.”
“Oh, yeah. You were so naughty,” Caroline said, nodding.
“Caroline! You were the one who suggested I go grab them,” Angel protested.
“Did you want Street to find them? Or Pirate?” Caroline asked.
Angel shook her head. “No.”
“See. I give good advice,” Caroline said with a smile. “Now, confession time. That jingle bell?”
The Littles laughed together at Caroline’s persistence. Angel looked around the group and smiled. They were already closer friends than people she’d known for years. She took a deep breath for courage and described the runaway dildo.