Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies Book 5), page 1
KEPT BY HER DADDIES
LAYLAH ROBERTS
Laylah Roberts
Kept by her Daddies
© 2024, Laylah Roberts
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CONTENTS
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Author’s Note
Trigger Warning
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Epilogue
List of Characters
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BOOKS BY LAYLAH ROBERTS
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer (crossover with MC Daddies)
Sheriff Daddy
Her Daddies’ Saving Grace
Rogue Daddy
A Little Winter Wonderland
Daddy’s Sassy Sweetheart
Daddy Dominic
MC Daddies
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Fierce Daddy
A Little Christmas Cheer (crossover with Montana Daddies)
Savage Daddy
Boss Daddy
Daddy Fox
A Snowy Little Christmas
Saving Daddy
Daddies’ Captive
A Foxy Little Christmas
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Claimed by her Daddies
Stolen by her Daddies
Captured by her Daddies
Kept by her Daddies
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Romanced by the Malones
Twice the Malone
Mending a Malone
Malone’s Heart
Malone’s Pride
New Orleans Malones
Damaged Princess
Vengeful Commander
Wicked Prince
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Crime Boss Daddies
Daddy’s Obsession
Papi’s Protection
Papi’s Savior
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
Rawhide Ranch Holiday
A Cozy Little Christmas
A Little Easter Escapade
Standalones
Their Christmas Baby
Haley Chronicles
Ally and Jake
AUTHOR’S NOTE
A number of the characters in this story are British and they use British vocabulary. I will put a list of words up on my Facebook reader page (Laylah Roberts Readers). Also, at the back of this book you will also find a list of characters.
TRIGGER WARNING
This book has trigger warnings for medical play, spankings, BDSM, age play. Please be aware that one of the secondary characters has dementia and another secondary character suffers from physical abuse.
1
It was a fucking disaster waiting to happen.
And Ian Blackstone had no idea how the rest of the security team didn’t see it.
Surely, they had to see what a fucking mess this would be.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Wolfe said.
Finally. The voice of reason.
And yeah, he never thought he’d think that about Wolfe. The other man was . . . well, it was hard to describe what exactly Wolfe was. Wolfe didn’t always think and feel the same way as other people. And he never saw a reason to pretend that he did.
He was what he was.
Ian admired that. But it did mean working with Wolfe wasn’t always easy. Thankfully, Ian and Jack were usually assigned together and had little to do with Wolfe.
Except for during meetings about the upcoming royal wedding in four weeks.
“I agree,” he said.
Jack gave him a surprised look, which he understood. Not only was this the best job they’d ever had, but Escana was one of the few places in the world where the kind of relationship he and Jack wanted would be accepted.
Here, reverse harem relationships were normal. All the men in this room were part of a harem. They were also all Daddy Doms.
Like him.
Like Jameson. Although he was in denial about ever wanting that sort of relationship again.
And Jack, well . . . Jack was Jack. Sometimes it was hard to label him.
As much as he wanted to stay here, if something was important, he had to speak out.
Ian didn’t believe that Caleb, the head of Alpha team, wanted ‘yes men.’ If he did, then why the hell would he share a house and a woman with Wolfe?
When they’d first arrived, Ian had planned to do his job and keep his mouth shut. He and Jack had been working mindless, boring fucking jobs back in London when Jameson had called. He’d asked them if they wanted a temporary bodyguard job for the princes of Escana and they’d jumped at the opportunity.
Not only in the hopes it would lead to something more permanent but also because Jameson had asked them. And they missed him.
Their lives hadn’t quite been right without him.
Even if the asshole was determined to keep a distance between them.
Jack nudged him. Everyone was staring at him now. That might make a lesser man sweat.
Not Ian Blackstone.
He stared back at Alpha team. Caleb, Aleki, and Wolfe. Then over at Beta Team. Judd, Hux, Beck, an
d Owen.
All strong, intelligent, deadly men.
Who were making a mistake.
“You’re agreeing with Wolfe?” Aleki studied him for a long moment. Then he grinned. “Well, that’s something I’ve never seen.”
Judd scowled at Ian. “What the hell is your problem?”
Ian fought hard not to frown back at the irritating man.
He didn’t know how the other members of Beta Team tolerated him. Or how Chloe loved him.
“My problem is that not that long ago, a guest tried to kill Princess Pippa.”
She wasn’t quite a princess yet since there was still a month until the big day. However, preparations were already underway. It seemed like everyone had caught wedding fever.
All it did was give Ian a headache. And he was pretty sure that most of the palace security felt the same. The princes were very protective of their future wife. However, they were also under pressure from the current queen, as well as most of Escana and the rest of the world, to make this wedding huge and dazzling.
“This wedding is a security nightmare. We have guests flying in from all around the world. As if that wasn’t enough, the wedding photographer has suddenly changed. And why do they need to come in early for a pre-wedding photoshoot? Whoever heard of that? You get photos on the day and even then that seems like a waste of time to me. Who the fuck sits around looking at wedding photos ten years down the track?” he asked.
Everyone gaped at him except for Jack. He was grinning.
Caleb cleared his throat, looking like he had no clue what to say.
“Not trying to be an asshole,” Ian explained. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking, right? It’s our job to keep the royal family safe. And letting people into the country has been shown to be quite risky. This is all a security nightmare. We’re putting the princess at risk, and for what? A few pretty photos that will soon be shoved away in a drawer collecting dust? Seems ridiculous.”
“Finally!” Wolfe started clapping as he stared at Ian. “Someone with more common sense than a fly.”
Caleb looked heavenward while Aleki quietly laughed.
“Hey! Are you saying the rest of us don’t have more common sense than a fly?” Hux asked.
Wolfe just stared at him.
“While I applaud that you have my fiancée’s safety at the forefront of your thoughts, unfortunately, I don’t think the queen or Pippa will agree that those photos are little more than dust collectors.”
Well. Fuck.
Ian turned as Prince Kassim strode into the conference room, commanding attention.
“You’ve done it now,” Jack whispered next to him. “We are dead fucking meat.” Jack didn’t sound all that worried. But Ian started wondering why the fuck he’d piped up. This was the most stability they’d had since they’d left the armed forces.
Was Prince Kassim really going to take offense at what he’d just said? The man put up with Wolfe and Judd.
Kassim stood at the head of the conference table next to Caleb, staring calmly at Ian.
Few people could unnerve him. Wolfe was one of them. And Kassim was another. But for entirely different reasons. The prince was powerful, wealthy, and intelligent, yet he never tried to use his power to influence or belittle them. Ian admired him. And that wasn’t something he’d ever expected to feel toward a man with such wealth and privilege.
“I didn’t mean any offense,” Ian said gruffly.
Judd snorted and Ian shot him a glare. Judd held up his hands. “I actually agree. Weddings seem kind of a waste of time.”
“I wouldn’t advise you to tell Chloe that,” Kassim said dryly. “She might have a different view.”
Judd actually winced. “I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t mean that getting married to Chloe is a waste of time. Just all the shit that comes with a wedding.”
“Monkey suits, photographers, having to talk to people you don’t even like, dancing, wedding cake.” Wolfe ticked each thing off on his fingers. “All pointless.”
“Hey!” Aleki protested. “Cake is never pointless.”
Caleb sighed. “I think we’ve gotten off track.”
“You honestly thought we’d stay on track?” Hux asked with a grin.
“This is serious,” Caleb said, looking around at them all. “We need to guarantee the safety of the royal family while managing outside guests and visitors.”
“Unfortunately, we cannot entirely shut out the rest of the world.” Kassim frowned. “Believe me, I have done my best to ensure that as few outsiders as possible have been invited. My mother wanted to invite fifty overseas guests, but I have reduced them to twenty-two. They are all staying off-site. I am all too aware of the threat of Pinky. But the local photographer had to cancel and we were lucky enough that William agreed to step in at the last minute.”
Still sounded like a fucking disaster to him.
“Security will be extremely tight from now until after the wedding,” Caleb said. “Especially for anyone around the royal family. William Stonehurst and his assistant, Maggie Albany, will be arriving in ten days. They won’t be staying at the palace. We’ve put them into guest accommodations.”
“William has dual citizenship between Escana and the UK,” Kassim explained. “He lived here for several years as his wife was Escanaian and a friend of my mother’s. And his assistant is his niece. They aren’t a security risk.”
Ian thought those sounded like famous last words to him.
2
“You know, normally, if I let someone touch my knickers, I’d expect them to buy me dinner first,” she joked.
The customs officer paused. Then he glanced up, giving her an incredulous look.
Maggie cleared her throat. Yeah, that was kind of a stupid thing to say to a customs officer. She always got nervous at airports. She felt guilty even when she had done nothing wrong.
It was ridiculous!
But she couldn’t help it, which is why she was shifting from foot to foot nervously as this hot, scary-as-fuck guy pawed over every little thing in her suitcase.
Even more nerve-racking, she didn’t know where Uncle Willy was. A different customs officer had led him off somewhere else. Although at least that officer had seemed friendly.
Unlike Mr. Grumpy-Knickers-Man.
She hoped he was all right. Uncle Willy, not the guy touching her underwear. New situations often confused her uncle. “Can I please see my uncle?”
The customs officer, who she’d noticed wasn’t wearing a uniform, stilled and gave her a stern look. “No.”
Yikes.
She hoped this wasn’t a sign of Escanaian hospitality. Although this guy had dirty-blond hair and an English accent.
“Well, why not?”
“Because I said so.”
Because he said so?
Wow. This guy was something else. Who said that anyway? She wasn’t a naughty child asking for more pudding.
Although sometimes she had been known to be naughty. And she did love pudding.
“I’d kill for some spotted dick right now,” she muttered.
“What?” He gaped at her.
“With custard. And whipped cream.”
His eyes widened.
“You’re English, right? You can’t tell me you’ve never had some spotted dick before.”
“The pudding?”
Well . . . what else would it be?
This guy was a tad odd.
“Because you said so?” she repeated, crossing her arms over her chest, irritation filling her. “Is that really an answer?”
“Yep.”
She heaved out a long, loud sigh. Just so he knew how irritated she was. Then, she realized that wasn’t a very polite way to behave. This guy was just doing his job.
Even if he was being a bit of a prick about it.
He picked up her toiletry bag and unzipped it.
“Hey! Is that really necessary?” She grabbed for the bag, but he drew it away, giving her a quelling look.
“Yes.”
“Good grief. What the heck do you think I’m going to hide in my toiletry bag? There’s no bomb in my tampons, you know.”
Shoot. Why had she just said that?
The customs officer raised his eyebrows. “So I need to check your tampons. Good to know.”
“You can’t do that! This has got to be against the rules. Tampons are sacred.”
“Tampons aren’t sacred.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong,” she added desperately.
“We have the right to search your belongings at any time. It was in the agreement you signed.”
