Daddy Fox (MC Daddies, #9)

by Laylah Roberts

Sometimes . . . Brody really did get pleasure out of dreaming of strangling him. Just a little bit.

“Wow, you have some skills with that knife.” The Fox smiled. “Oh yes, I’m very good at the slice and dice.” Okay. He probably should have guessed that.

“What is your safeword?” she asked. They both looked at her. The Fox removed his hand from Brody’s neck. What a shame. “Mine’s cabbage,” she told the Fox. He nodded. “Good to know, Bunny.”

“I know that I’ve been busy lately, so some things have fallen through the cracks. Time to start enforcing some of these rules, though. I got to the chapter in my book that said you’ll both feel more secure in our relationship knowing that rules will be enforced.”

“Bunny, you’re to eat your food and drink your water, or you’ll be getting punished as well.” “A spanking?” she asked. Was she ready for that? Part of her thought she was. But she also didn’t want to be naughty and have him get annoyed at her. It doesn’t matter if you’re naughty. He won’t leave you. “Perhaps. Or maybe some timeout as well as an early bedtime and no dessert.” Shit. No. Way. Brody grinned. “I think she’d rather have the spanking.” Yeah, she thought that too.

bad. I’m the Daddy. I make the rules and punishments. It’s hard to be the one in charge, but someone has to do it.” He sighed dramatically.

“You remembered all that?” Brody whispered. “Of course. I remember everything that is important to me.”

“That’s not a snack. Unless you’re a bunny.” She grinned at him.

“Uh, um. What are you doing?” “He’s helping you get dressed, Brody-bear. Best you hold on to his shoulders, it’s super hard to stand on one foot. I’m pretty good at it, but you probably aren’t.”

“Feet in,” the Fox said. “I can dress myself.” “Boy, put your feet in the holes. I don’t often get to do this, and you’re not going to deny me the opportunity now.” Okay.

“As long as you’re not at risk.” “Don’t worry about me, Bunny. I’m at the top of the food chain.”

“He is very naughty,” she agreed. “That he is. I think my hand is going to get very sore taking care of him.” “Poor Daddy. I could kiss it better.” “Thank you, baby girl.” She took hold of his hand and kissed the palm. “Much better.” She beamed at him.

Brody groaned. “Dude, no.” “I don’t like being called dude,” the Fox said in a dark voice. “To you I’m Sir or Papa, understand?” “Right. That was just a slip of the tongue.” “No, a slip of the tongue is when I glide my tongue into your mouth. Or when you run yours down my fat cock.” Brody gaped at him, then cleared his throat. “Ahh, right. Sure. Jesus. I know you’ve heard that saying before.” The Fox just grinned. “Why are you winding me up?” “You’re tense. Figured what you need is either a spanking or a fuck. When I get this wound up, I like to kill someone, but I didn’t think that was something you wanted to do.” “You thought right.” Brody shuddered.

“You can be such a demanding jerk, then you turn around and say the nicest things.” He’d said something nice? When?

“You’re too fucking innocent and sweet for me. But you’ll just have to deal with the lot life gave you because I’ll never let you go. I don’t care if it’s selfish. You and my Bunny, you’re what I want. And what I want, I take.” “I know. I see you, Sir.”

Go with your instincts?” “But my instincts are to kill and maim.” He didn’t see how that would help anything. “Not the Fox’s instincts,” Brody said. “The man’s.” Huh? Did he know how to separate the Fox from the man? Did he even remember who he’d been before the Fox? It wasn’t like he had any attachment to his real name. To that person. They’d been weak. They’d let others hurt them. The Fox would never allow that. The Fox didn’t allow emotion in. The Fox didn’t care about others. The Fox was all about logic and action. Not emotion.

“I don’t know if I have those instincts.” “You do,” Brody whispered. “Don’t shut them out. Please. For all of our sakes. Don’t let the Fox always run the show.” He wasn’t sure if he was capable of that. But you could try.

“You’re right.” “Course I’m right. I’m always right.” “I think this entire conversation is evidence against that statement.”

“On your knees.” Excitement lit up Brody’s face. The Fox got it. He had a magnificent dick. Who wouldn’t want to suck it?

“Don’t do that shit.” “What shit?” “Think you’re not good enough. Or whatever else is running through your head. You’re what I want, Brody. Who I choose. And do you think I’d want anyone who wasn’t fucking perfection?” “This is one of those times when I hope you’re speaking the truth.” “I always speak the truth.” Brody just stared up at him. “Yeah, I just lied about always telling the truth. It’s a sickness. But I didn’t lie before. You’re perfect, or I wouldn’t be here with you. I wouldn’t give you the time of day. You don’t get how fucking special you are.” Brody grinned. “Only you would tell me I’m special because I have your attention.” “And lucky.” Brody rolled his eyes.

Brody sent him a look that he had no idea how to interpret. It was almost like his Pup thought that he was the one who talked too much. Preposterous.

“I was talking about Brad!” Autumn shouted. “Why would you want to talk about Brad?” he asked. “Yeah, Brad’s an asshole,” Brody added.

Maybe if he tells me what I did wrong, I can be sure not to do it again.

The Fox could be a trial on a person’s patience. Lucky he was hot and funny and protective. And everything they needed.

“I’m going to get you some food,” the Fox said. “I feel this strange need to feed you both. Like you’re a pet goldfish. Had a goldfish once, killed it after a day. By accident, though.” He was muttering to himself as he left the room. Great. They were with a guy who killed a goldfish after one day. That didn’t fill him with hope.

“Actually, why don’t I get it and you go help her,” Brody suggested. The Fox’s eyes widened. “Help her? With what? I don’t have a vagina.”

“P-pamper me?” “Yes, I know, it’s a foreign concept to me as well. But you must have some idea of what you’d like? Let’s see, pain and blood . . . you know it’s something I’m well versed with but not when it’s not something I haven’t inflicted myself. And then I don’t care what pain someone is going through . . .” Why had she taken her pants and panties off completely? Now she was stuck here with this madman, unless she wanted to run around with her ass and pussy on display.

Baby girl, as hard as it might be to believe, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Huh, I never thought of someone recognizing my butt. Maybe I should be disguising it.” That was something to consider.

“Do you ever feel like that? Do you feel that you’re obligated to do things with me?” “What? No! I enjoy touching you!” “Then why would you deny me the opportunity? I want to suck your dick. And I will be doing that whenever I want unless you say your safeword.”

“Oh no! I need to go to the toilet.” She jumped to her feet and raced through one of the doors before either man could grab her. “This is a closet!” she cried.

“One coffee a day. No energy drinks.” She gasped, nearly falling backward off her stool. Both of them grabbed her. He glanced down at the seat, wondering if it was faulty.

They were definitely running rings around him. And he was letting them. Because he liked seeing them like this.

“Whew! That was close, Freddy Fox.” She hugged him tight. “But you’re not a toy, you’re my special stuffy. So Daddy would be in trouble with the law if he took you, Freddy Fox.” “Yes, we wouldn’t want that,” Brody said dryly.

deep green and pale pink with touches of gold.

The walls were a pale pink, but the roof was a dark blue that almost looked black. There was a bed in one corner with a green velvet cover and a crib in the other corner with the same cover. The material had images of bunnies, foxes, and bears on it.

“Brody?” she whispered. “Yeah, Tutu? You okay?” “I’m in the corner.” “I know.”

“I’ve never been put in the corner before.”

“Just breathe, baby. Breathe. What can you hear?” “Y-you.” “That’s right. What do you feel?” “Y-you.” “What do you smell?” “Y-you. I smell you.” “So basically, I am the center of your universe. As it should be.”

“He’s excited by the idea.” “Aww, twiggy, you like the idea of me watching the Fox take your owner’s ass?” she asked his dick. “Don’t talk to him,” Brody groaned. “Or call him twiggy. And I’m not his owner.” “No,” the Fox said. “I am.”

“You said you had something to tell us,” Brody prodded gently. “Tell us. Now.” She had to roll her eyes at the difference in their approaches.

“Are you standing up to me, Pup?” The Fox purred. “Yes. Because if Autumn can’t ever have sex with us, then that’s fine. Isn’t it?” “Well, of course that’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be? I mean . . . it’s going to mean that you’re a lot busier, boy. But I’m sure your mouth, ass, and hands are up for the task, aren’t they?” Brody gulped. She stared at them both. Then put her thumb on her forehead. “Dibs getting to watch.”

“You’re included in this jealousy-inspired murderfest.”

“Have you been working out? Or am I just that weak?” He just stared down at her. Seemed she was just that weak. Good to know.

“We won’t be having children,” the Fox said. Did he? Did he just say that? “We won’t?” she whispered.

“Now, we need to go get you some dinner, little one,” he said to her. “Your stomach was making a lot of noise.” “It’s not because I’ve been eating beans,” she blurted out. Brody leaned back, laughing. “What?” Fox asked. “Never mind,”

“I’m great at Simon Says,” Autumn said, clapping her hands. “Wait until he explains it,” Brody told her. “Always read the fine print.” “What do you mean? I know how to play Simon Says, I played it as a child.” “This is a Simon Says the Sexy Edition,” the Fox explained. “Oh.” Her eyes widened.

“I don’t think I should get spanked!” “Noted and disregarded.

He’d also disguised himself. Like always, unless he was with his babies.

“You don’t have to be the big, tough, macho guy with us, Daddy,” she said. “Is that so?” he drawled. “You can cry if you need to,” she said. “A good cry can make you feel much better. And if it helps, Brody and I will smack your butt until you cry. We volunteer.”