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Tessa wet her lips. They’d mentioned the chain of command before in reference to their roles in the relationship but the context hadn’t been sexual. She was excited to see what it meant.

“Strip her.” Beau quickly took command, leaving Dax to carry out his orders.

As she lay there, Dax pulled her soft cotton pajama shirt over her head, and then pushed the bottoms down past her knees and off her feet, until all she had on was her pull-up.

She thought he’d remove it but instead he tucked his fingers into the elastic at the leg hole and dipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy. She couldn’t hold back her moan of ecstasy as she arched her back, pulling herself toward his touch.

“She’s wet for us, Daddy.”

While she watched, Dax slowly pulled his fingers out, slick and sticky with her juices. Holding one up, he offered it to Beau who dipped his head and took it in his mouth.

Her eyes bulged as she watched him lick Dax’s finger dry.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered, as embarrassed as she was turned on, “No, don’t.”

Two heads turned to stare at her. Dax raised his eyebrows. “Remember, little one, you are not in charge here. You do not tell Daddies what to do unless something is really wrong and then you can use your safeword. Are you gonna use your safeword?”

Horrified at the notion that this could all stop, Tessa shook her head from side to side, hard and fast. “No, Daddies,” she conceded. “I’m okay.”

“Good. Then Daddy’s gonna taste this sweet little pussy all he wants. Got it?”

It was Dax who spoke, his possessive words still spoken in his gentle voice. The dichotomy sent shockwaves through her body.

“Yes, Daddy.” Before she finished answering, he pulled up two fingers beside the one Beau had licked clean, and stuck them between his lips, moaning as he did so, his eyes never leaving hers, even as he said to Beau, “Our sweet girl’s pussy is hot and wet. I think we need to take this diaper off of her so we can really see how wet she is. I want to see her quiver under our touch.”

“Mmmm, yes, take it off.” Beau was back with the commands, and Dax responded with obedience, pulling her pull-up over her hips and tossing it to the floor beside the bed.

Beau shoved her legs apart, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable.

“Touch her,” he told Dax.

She shivered when Dax’s hand cupped her unshaved mound, his fingers dipping inside of her.

“Look at this pretty little bush,” Dax commented, making her even more self-conscious about the hair. Now that she knew their preferences, she was embarrassed, even though she kept it nicely trimmed.

“I see it,” Beau said, leaning over to touch her. They both had fingers inside of her and suddenly she cared less about the hair.

“It’s a nice bush. I can tell you take care of it. But Daddy wants his Little girl bare.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Tessa whispered, her lower lip quivering while they both finger-fucked her at once. She longed to reach out and touch them, to run her fingers through the soft curls in the center of Beau’s chest or across the ridges of Dax’s six-pack but she didn’t know where that fell under the chain of command and she couldn’t risk anything that might make them stop touching her.

So she kept her hands to herself until they told her otherwise. Thankfully, they did. Or rather, Beau did.

“I see you looking at Daddy Dax’s abs,” he teased. “They’re nice, aren’t they?”

Tessa nodded, and then because she didn’t want Beau to feel left out and she needed her intentions to be clear, she added, “I want to touch your chest and run my fingers through your sexy curls and roll your nipples between my fingers.”

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, giving her her chance.

Her fingers dove into the soft tuft of curls, weaving through the hair to find his tightly pebbled nipples. She longed to take them in her mouth and tease them with her tongue but he was too far away and he hadn’t given her permission for that, so she rolled them between her fingertips as she promised, enjoying the way his eyes darkened with pleasure.

“Oh yes, baby, Daddy like,” he moaned as his fingers still plowed into her pussy.

Dax pulled his out, moving his attention to her clit. He rubbed it with the pad of his thumb and pleasure reverberated through her core. Heat filled her veins and her movements became frantic. She pinched Beau’s nipple and he slapped at her thigh with his free hand. “No, baby, be nice!”

“Oh god, stop please, stop. I’m gonna come.”

“Stop is not a safeword,” Beau reminded her gently. “Did you want to use your safeword?”