Yes, Daddies

fat chance

Asena

I don't even make it to the main road. I thought that I had run away but it is as if they are playing with me.

“Does it feel good to behave the way you are right now?" Zavian’s voice stops me in my tracks.

"Really , Asena?” Caspian adds.

"Why the f**k do you need to involve yourselves in every aspect of my life?" I burst out crying because I don't understand.

Why wouldn't they just let me go?

“When will you learn that we don't let anything of ours get out of sight?" Caspian asks with that annoying cold smile he always has when he is about to do something bad.

"You are such a dick.” I say and try running but he catches me even without moving.

“You know you're behaving like a child, right?"

"I just… I just want to get my life back on track and… I can't keep on relying on you," I finally say and hope that they will let me go.

“Fat chance. Get used to the fact that we are in your life to stay and we will make sure that no one hurts you. All you have to do is trust us,” Zavian says and with that, I am dragged and pushed in their vehicle.

Zavian takes the driver's seat and Caspian is sitting with me at the back.

I don't say anything and I just let them lead me and we go back to their mansion.

We don't stop and they take me to the same room where I woke up that first day after… and then Caspian pushes me on the sofa.

"Stay here. We will take care of everything else including your job," he says and I don't say anything else.

I just bite my lower lip the way I do when I am thinking. My mind is on override as I think of how I will pretend to be docile and then run away when they least expect it.

"If you keep biting your lip like that, I'm going to have to taste it myself," I blink at Zavian, confused.

What?" He reaches for me, cupping my jaw, and drags his thumb across my bottom lip.

" You keep biting your lip. It's making me jealous.”

“Jealous of what?"

"That I haven't gotten to bite it."

Good god, I want his lips on mine. Would he actually bite me? Hard or soft? Would he leave a mark?

The desire to find out floods my system, making me shift on my seat.

A lascivious grin transforms his face, turning his smile dark and sensual.

"I'm going to taste you," It's a threat and a promise, and I have never been more turned

on in my life.

Ever since these two showed me what they can do with their lips and hands, I've been wanting more even though the logical part of my brain is telling me not to do it.

"Come here,” he says and there's no thinking, just my body flinging

itself at him.

In the next instant, I'm straddling his lap, zeroed in on his mouth while I pant in anticipation.

Zavian pulls me against him with a hand on the back of my neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses on my throat, nipping at my skin and exploring what's exposed by my t-shirt.

"You can't do this, Asena,” my Brian tells me.

The chastising I attempt is much more of a moan, but I don't care since he's setting off goosebumps across my body.

I want to touch him too, but I don't know where to start or what to do. Is it weird to rock against him? f**k, I want to grind on him, drive him as crazy as he's driving me, but then what? I liked it the other day when he touched me, but where do I start? And since he's supposed to be in charge, do I need to ask first? Do I even have the right to touch him?

"You're tensing up on me," Zavian says as he pulls back enough to look at me. “Do you need direction, baby girl?" My face is hot.

Hell, my entire body is. Between that nickname and him looking at me, I'm a mess. I'm clearly turned on, but now I'm embarrassed. I don't know what I want. f**k. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this.

too.

I cover my face with my hands and lean against his shoulder.

"Talk to me. What happened?" He runs a hand up and down my back.

"I don't know," my palms muffle my words.

"Nothing has to happen? You can tell me.”

“No,” I groan and he starts touching me again and then he kisses me.

I rock against him, clearly still aroused. I don't want him to stop, I just don't know what the rules or expectations are here.

“Words, Asena. What's wrong?”

"I don't know what to do." My face burns with humiliation.

What twenty-year-old doesn't know how to do this?

"What do you want to do?" There's no judgment in his tone, just curiosity and acceptance. "Or what do you want to happen?"

“Can I touch you?" I whisper the words like, if he says no, it will be easier to take.

“Of course you can."

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I work up the nerve to ask my

next question.

The last few years, I hoped to be doing all this with Mateo and I never gave myself time to him since I wanted to be special when we did it on our wedding night.

But what did that get me? Was it worth it? So, what's wrong with letting go? Didn't Mateo leave me for Sophia since she gave herself to him?

"And if I don't want to go farther than just this? Is that okay?" I ask just to be sure.

I don't want to disappoint them if I refuse to go all the way just in case I have doubts later.

Zavian cups my cheek and lifts my head until I'm looking at him.

“If you aren't into something, I don't want it,” he brushes my cheek with his thumb. “If all you

want is to cuddle, that's all we'll do. You just have to tell me that. Period," he says and I almost she's tears.

No one has ever put me first the way he is.

But then, I'm shaking my head

before he stops speaking.

"I want you to kiss me and touch me," it's not until the words

are out that I realize I'm staring at his mouth, so I meet his gaze

and whisper, “Please."