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Ransom sits on the bed, thumbing through a box of clothes as you move them into his house. His fingers connects to a bright piece of blue and orange before pulling it out of the box. His fingers rubs over the name sewn on it. "Who the fuck is Jake Wyler?"

"Give me that!" you screech trying to grab it from his hands.

"Wait, is this...it is! This is...he gave you his letterman jacket!? Are you sure you just had sex with him?"

"You're not funny. And yes, that's the guy I lost my virginity too. Just don't..." you see him reach back into the box pulling out his jersey, but with a sly smile pulls out your cheerleader uniform. "No."

"I'm sure you would look so sexy in it."

"No."

"You kept the damn thing. You brought here. Am I supposed to know that this fucking thing is hidden in the back of our closet, and I don't get to see my fiancé wearing it," you roll your eyes and return to putting the other clothes away. "How'd he do it?" you take a peak out of the closet, and give him a questioning look. "How'd he turn...no, that sounds crass. What made you want to have sex with him? Did it just happen or...?"

"Or," you walk back into the closet, needing this conversation to change course. You hear him get up, and feel him come up behind you, those dark eyes sizing you up. "What do you want Ran?"

"How. Did. He. Do. It?"

"You'd laugh and not believe me."

His hands spin you around and you look up at him through your lashes, "Just tell me. I'm sure it was better than me telling some girl, hey wanna have sex? So how..."

"Whipped cream bikini."

"You put on a whipped cream bikini? My kitten is a..." you laugh shaking your head no. "He wore the whipped cream?" Ransom's laugh bellows through the room, and again you turn back to unpack. "Kitten, you're kidding me right?" you shake your head no, still not looking at him. "And it worked?"

"Clearly. Listen, Mr. Drysdale, he got that whipped cream licked off his body sloooowly."

"That's not funny."

"You're the one that won't drop it. Now, back to this closet. All your clothes on this side. Mine go over here."

His lips turn up when he looks at the closet, "I don't have any room in here now. We need a bigger closet."

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Running home after dropping the twins off with Marta and her family, while Ransom takes you on a date, you run into the bedroom and find that cheer uniform laying on top of the jacket. "You're not fun..." turning around to see Ransom wearing a whipped cream bikini. Cherries over his nipples and you bite at your lip, holding in laughter. "You're jealous."

"I want you to lick this off me very, very, very slowly," he walks a bit closer. "We're not going out for this date. But I also want that on you."

"The uniform or..."

"Both."

"I was going to say just the jacket, but have it your way."

He grabs your wrist with a wicked smile, "Just the jacket," slowly taking off each article of clothing. Letting each piece slide off your silky skin. When you're completely naked, your eyes stay on him, putting that jacket on over you. Eyes move up and down your body, "I get. We're never getting rid of that thing. I can be Jake Wyler for the night."

Getting on your knees you hold tightly to thighs, licking up the length until coming to that sweet cream. Your tongue lapping up the foam, and of course you roll your eyes up to look at him. Licking and biting off as much of the topping as you can. Your mouth devouring his cock, until it hits the back of your throat. Bobbing on his length a bit before pulling him out with a pop.

Trailing your tongue all the way up before sinking down over his pec. "You're such a sloppy slut," he tells you with a deep chuckle when you pull off. Leaning into his mouth to give him the cherry.

"You're my favorite kind of sundae baby," you hum at him before you start to dive in on the other side. He pushes you back, opening up that jacket, and pushing it off your shoulders. Pressing his sticky skin against yours. "You going to clean me off?"

"Always, my love," you tremble when his mouth connects to your skin. Pressing into you with more force until he has you laying on the floor. "You know what we haven't done in awhile," he asks you cheekily.

"What's that?"

"I love my pretty kitty, you know that, but what about your ass?"

"Not tonight."

"Did Jake get that?" you shake your head no. "That other..." before he could say you just shake your head. "Just me?"

"Just you, baby," pulling him down to your lips you kiss your fiancé as if your life depended on it. Chirping when he presses through your folds, "You're getting good at that."

"Getting good? Woman, I've been good with you."

"You have," his hips slowly draw up before pushing back into your warmth. Every part of you just soaking in every part of him. Even the sweetest of love making is just so good between the two of you. Feeling him stretch you out and fill you up so well. "Goah, I love you."

"Love you too, Kitten. So, when do we get to make another baby?" grabbing ahold of his ass you push him deeper into you. "Now?" his voice comes out excitedly, when you nod your head, something comes over him. His hands go to the floor beside you, and his thrusts become harder and deeper. "I'm gonna fucking fill you up. Kitten you're going to stay filled up until I fuck a baby right into you."

Back arched and holding onto him tightly. Your body slides across the floor with every hard pump into you. "You'll be dripping in my cum. You like it though don't you?"

"With you, yes."

His hips slam into yours, needing you to feel every part of him. Feel how excited he is for you to be filled with his seed. Cumming hard over his cock at the thought of how much he's going to be fucking into you. His pace doesn't change. Won't change until he reaches his high. And when he does, the warmth that washes over you, is inexplainable.

His body falls on yours. Arms pressing against you, and his head laying on your chest. "You're sticky," he whines at you.

"So are you. You had whipped cream on you that you had to shove on me."

"Shh, how about you give me a bath?"

"You're ridiculous."

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"Get off," you push at his arms on your hips, but he still clings onto them. "Off now, or my boyfriends will not be happy."

"Boyfriends, she says. Just enjoy it sweet cheeks."

Ari is the first to notice you. His head turns around from the bar, and he sees your arms push at him. Forgetting all about the drinks he starts running over to your side. He pulls the man off of you, "She said off," he turns to check you out to make sure you're okay, but the man swings at Ari. Missing, and Ari turns around himself. Hitting the man full force, knocking him out only with one hit.

He fully looks over your body. His hands wiping the tears that drift down your cheek, and you pull up his fist, kissing at his knuckles before he pulls you into him. Holding you tightly, his hands pushing the hair out of your face. Curtis notices how tender Ari is being and runs right over, "What happened?" he asks, his boot kicking at the man in the floor.

"Ass hole wouldn't quit touching her."

"You okay, little one?" you don't mean to pout up at Curtis, but you do, and it's enough for him to want to get the two of you home. "Come on. Let's get home, and your daddies can keep you all warm cuddly okay?" nodding your head, Ari's body pushes you to walk. His arm draped around your shoulders, while Curtis' is around your waist.

"Can you drive?" you sweetly ask looking up at Curtis.

"Of course. Can I ask why?"

"I need to reward daddy for saving me," Ari slides his arm enough to where he can cup your breast. Getting to the car, he all but drags you into the back. Pulling out his already hardened cock, and rucking up your skirt. Pushing aside your panties, he guides you to sink down on him, and you keen at the severe stretch his girth gives you.

Curtis chuckles at your little whimpers, "So pretty little one. Take it easy though. Don't want us to get pulled over. Wouldn't look good for me."

"Okay, deputy Everett," you hum. Ari uses your body to fuck himself. The ever impatient one of your daddies. Turning your head to the side, you coax Ari to look up at you, so you can kiss his sinful lips. He continues to bounce you over him, before he pushes you forward.

Maneuvering the two of you so your face is right in front of Curtis' cock. "Look at how hard you've made him princess. It's only fair he fucks one of your holes. Be a good little whore for your daddies and let him fuck that pretty slut mouth of yours."

You slowly take him out. Your lips kiss around his glorious cock, using your mouth to spread around the precum, "Quit teasing, princess. Know you want it," Ari is right. Every part of you wants to devour Curtis. Make him struggle to remember how to drive. Make him overthink every move he makes. Not swallowing him fast enough, Ari shoves your head down on him. Holding your head there as Curtis' tip hits the back of your throat. Satisfied with the length of which you were gagging around him, Ari uses your head to fuck your other daddy's dick.

Working double time Ari pushes into you, and works your mouth of Curtis. The two of them grunting in hushed tones. Curtis tries to pay attention. Tries to keep his eyes open. "Faster little one. Want to fill this pretty mouth full of cum."

Ari twists your hair around his fists, shoving your mouth over Curtis while he ruts into you. His other hand creating tight movements on your clit, and when you let out a deep moan, followed by a squeal of an orgasm rushing through you, Curtis spurts deep in your throat. Thrusting his hips into you, so you can get every bit of him.

When he's finished, Ari presses your head into the arm rest, slamming his hips into you over and over again. Your voice yelping with every pound he does into you, until his hips stutter, and his own cream warms up your belly.

"Such a pretty little princess you are. When we get home, we're going to fuck you properly."

Asking them if you guys can go out after the last debacle wasn't going to be easy. You know that they don't mind showing you off, but going out dancing, while there's all those men people there, they didn't like it. They were almost too protective of you for your own good. And the last time ruined, no crushed that. But you liked showing your beefy men off just as much. Loved being able to hold their hands. Or your favorite, hold Curtis' hand while Ari draped an arm around your shoulder.

But you had to try. Curtis was easy to get to, just give him that jutted out bottom lip and doe eyes and he was a goner. Ari? It was going to be difficult. Ari had already showered from his day at the construction site. Laid back on the bed, his eyes watching your every move past the doorway. You peak in from the side and he gives you a playful smirk.

"Ari?" you begin. Hopping on the bed you crawl over him. Straddling him before completely settling down. His hands rub along your thighs pulling you closer to him to nip at your jawline. His eyes roaming over your body, before his fingers tease at your shirt's hemline. "Daddy?"

"Yes, princess," he coos at you, obviously in a good mood, so this may be easier than you thought.

"I want to go out tonight," he huffs out in argument. "I promise to be a good girl. Please."

"You're not the problem."

"I don't want anyone else. You and Curtis keep me more than filled."

He laughs at you, those sinful fingers rubbing over your nipple through your shirt, "I don't know. Too many people don't realize what is ours."

"What if you showed them?"

Ari bites at his lip, "Curtis?" Curtis walks into the bedroom, seeing the two of you in the bed, and he crawls in behind you, already rubbing along your shoulders. "It seems our little princess is wanting to go out tonight. And since too many people can't keep their hands to themselves, she's said we can leave our mark."

"Oh yeah," Curtis turns you to look at him. Giving you a gentle kiss on your lips, before his lips trail down your body. "And how are we going to do that?" he gives a harder suck on your neck, "Like that?"

"Uh-huh," you moan, causing him to suck harder. Ari's fingers grip tightly to your hips before he's rocking you over his hardening cock.

"You know where I wanna leave my mark princess?"

"Where daddy?"

His finger taps at your covered core, "Right there. Not that anyone will see it. But we'll know. I want you dripping my cum down your legs. I don't care if anyone sees. That pussy is ours, isn't it princess?"

"Only yours. My pussy belongs to my daddies."

Curtis' hands pull you off Ari, so he can start undressing you. His mouth still leaving the visible marks, while Ari removes your pants and underwear, spreading your thighs, "And what a pretty pussy she is. And if Curtis' marks aren't enough, we'll make sure to fuck you so hard in the bathroom you're screaming. Everyone will know exactly who you belong to, when your gasping on our cocks, and whimpering our names."

“Where are we going?” you ask joyfully grabbing ahold of Curtis’ hand.  

“It’s a surprise,” he leans over to you, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.  His eyes never leaving the trail.  You know you must be in for a treat, a bag slung over his shoulder, and holding onto his axe.  You drop his hand running up ahead, but you already get the tsking coming from him.

“Lighten up, Curtis.  We can have fun,” he just gives you a warm smile.

“Don’t want you to get hurt.  It’s my job to protect you.”

“Is Ari coming later?  Or is this just a me and you thing?” 

“Later,” a man of so very few words, but you love him all the same.  Almost skipping with Curtis the further out the two of you get.  Loving being outside with Curtis.  Giving his the sweetest little kisses, not even realizing how his eyes are roaming around looking for the perfect two trees.  

He stops abruptly, the bag dropping to the ground, “This is perfect,” you stop to look around, shrugging your shoulders.  “No it is.  Stand right here,” he uses his hands to place you exactly where he wants you, “Right there,” placing a blindfold around you, “Shh, Little One, you trust me right?”

“Yes, daddy,” with just the tiny difference in his voice, you feel yourself drifting into sub space.  Completely trusting him, even though you hear him grunting, moving about the forest.  Not even thinking of questioning him when you feel the ropes wrap around your wrists, extending them up, and slightly above your head.

He presses the cool blade of the axe up against you.  Letting the smoothness rub along your soft skin, sending chills up and down your body, “Daddy,” you whine, still unable to see anything, and your hands are bound up and unable to fix the problem.

“Shh...”

His hands roughly start pulling your clothes off, until you’re left with mostly rags hanging off your body.  He harshly starts kneading all over you body.  Hearing him drop to his knees, he picks up a leg to rest on his shoulder, his course beard rubbing up against your sensitive skin.  Throwing your head back because he’s refusing to touch you were you want.

“Gotta surprise for you in the woods,” his thick voice speaks.  It’s only then you realize that he’s on the phone with Ari.

“Was wondering were you two ran off to.  Move the phone, I want to see our pussy,” of course Curtis would FaceTime Ari.  His mouth finally presses against your sex.  Curtis’ tongue doesn’t waste time to attach to your bundle of nerves.  Giving the little pearl a tiny nibble, he causes you to wiggle around, chirping at the contact.  “Why is she so responsive today?”

His mouth removes from your dripping cunt, and he smiles at the phone.  His beard glistening with your juices, and he brings the camera to Ari’s view.  “She’s tied up and blindfolded.  You’ve got thirty minutes.  You don’t find her, I may leave her out here for someone else to find.”

He smiles when Ari hangs up the phone.  “It’s just me and you Little One,” he groans out before going back to your core.  His mouth working you right on the edge before he pulls off of you, “You better hope he gets here quick.  I’m edging you until he’s here.”

“No!  Please don’t daddy, you don’t like that.”

“Aw, sweet girl, you have been such a brat this week.  Ari and I decided you need to be punished, and he was working late, so you get me,” you know he’s not the one who enjoys edging, you know that it’s Ari who loves...

“Holy shit,” you mewl when he pushes that rose vibe up against you, “That’s not fair.”

“I know how you prefer this one for private use.  You know there’s cameras in the bedroom.  You didn’t actually think Ari and I wouldn’t catch you playing with yourself.  Your body putting on a show for us, and it’s always this little,” he pulls the rose back off of you and your body jiggles with pure frustration.  He takes a bit of your nipple, before pressing the vibe up against you.  “It’s always this rose.”

“Please.”

“Make those pretty little sounds so your daddy can find you.  He needs to hear you Little One, it’ll be a long night if he doesn’t.”

Ari rushes through the forest behind the house, knowing that’s exactly where Curtis would have taken you.  His ears perk up and he listens intently.  Curtis would make sure that he could hear you.  His eyes constantly moving through the trees and then he hears it, your sweet whimpers followed by a frustrated whine.  He knows that Curtis is punishing you in the best way possible.  Denying you to actually get off.  Giving you just enough, only to take it away from you before you got that sweet release.

Ari releases his own low growl when he spots you.  Your body responding with a shudder.  “Daddy?  Please.”

Ari’s thick body walks up to you, his nose sniffing at your sweaty skin, and you yelp when his fingers roam through your glistening folds.  Thinking he’s going to offer that release, but he doesn’t  Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he tastes your arousal, moaning at the sweet tang.  

Quickly his giant toned form stalks around your body.  Ducking to go under your arms.  His nose still sniffing randomly, “You haven’t cum yet have you Princess?”

“No daddy, I need it.”

“You mean to tell me, daddy Curtis wouldn’t let you cum?” coming up behind you he removes your blindfold, allowing you to adjust to the light, his button up undone so much you see his chest hair, and want nothing more than to ride over him, until your pussy drenches him with slick.

With tears in your eyes, he continues his circling around you.  His lips barely grazing yours.  His hands ghosting over you naked body, “Please daddy,” you beg, allowing the tears to fall down.  Ari gives you a wicked smirk, and you know you’ve messed up.  His tongue licks up your cheek and moans at the taste of your tears.

“You look so pretty like this.  That cunt, sloppy and dripping down your legs, your body covered in sweat and chill bumps.  Never knowing if I’m going to touch you or not,” he nibbles on the pulse point on your neck releasing a low growl, and you keen in absolute delight.

“Please daddy.”

“Say it again.”

“Daddy, please.  I need to cum.”

Your eyes look over at Curtis who has his pants down to his ankle.  His fist tightly around his angry cock, pumping his length slowly.  You begin to whimper at the sight of him, and still being denied that stretch.  Nearly feeling phantom touches from Curtis at the sight of him.  Ari’s body leaves your side to start circling Curtis.  His hands being more generous with his touch on him, than his soft touches on you.  

“You angry Princess?” he asks before his lips suck harshly on Curtis’ neck.

“No.  Just...”

“Our Little One is jealous.  Should we fuck in front of her and deny her an orgasm,” cruel.  The both of them straight menaces.

“NO!  Please don’t!” you scream as your sweaty body bounces around when Ari begins to kiss down Curtis’ neck.  You can’t help but to whine, because you’re so needy for their touch.  

Ari and Curtis both laugh at your movements, but don’t stop.  Ari brings his lips to Curtis’ giving him a filthy kiss, “You taste like our Little Princess, Curtis.”

“As do you.”

Ari’s hand wraps around Curtis’ length.  Tightening around the base before he starts pumping his cock in his fist.  Curtis removes Ari, his tip so red and angry, leaking precum.  The two of them just jerking the other off, and giving you nothing but a show.  Leaving you alone, hot, and sweaty.  “Please, just give me a taste.”

“Nope,” Ari groans.

“Let me tongue fuck your ass,” you just want to touch them.

“Tempting Little One, but no.  You have to suffer the consequences.”

“I just want...no!” your voice pitiful when you see their faces turn up in pure pleasure.  Their cum spurting out, while the two of them lick the cream off their fingers.

“You both are assholes.”

“Is that so?  She’s thinks we’re assholes, Curtis.”

“Aw, poor, sweet baby.  She didn’t even get to cum,” Curtis’ voice is dripping in sarcasm, and you are becoming even more of a brat.  Pouting, and refusing to look at them.

“I was edged for an hour!  Had to watch you two get off and I got nothing.  Not even a measly little taste.”

“It’s getting cold, we need to get you home princess,” Ari grabs up Curtis’ axe, and starts cutting you off the trees.  Finally you’re free and you cross your arms over your chest, glaring at the two of them.

“I wanna cum!”

“But we already did.  And we don’t want to wait until we get hard again, Little One.  You understand right?  We really should get you home before you get cold.”

“No, I don’t understand.  You could have fucked me with the axe and let me, your wife finish.”

“You keep running that fucking mouth and you won’t cum for a month, Princess,” Ari throws you some more clothes, and you refuse to put it on.  “Put the damn clothes on.  I’ve been patient, but we’re done here.  Get dressed, and let’s go home,” you still choose not to get dressed, his tall form walks closer to you, and his hand wraps around you neck, pushing you slowly up against the tree, “Have I made myself clear?”

“No.”

“That’s it.  You’re getting spanked when we get home, Princess.”

“Thank you,” you smile, finally putting on your clothes, and even Curtis chuckles.

“You’re such a brat Little One.  Can’t get you off, so you need your daddies to spank you?”

“Maybe if you smell how wet I am, then you’ll fuck me.”

“Oh I smell you alright, you’re still not getting our cocks.  Not even a little finger.”

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An arm slung over Ari's belly as you lay on top of his chest, while Curtis body curls up behind you. His arm draped over your body, his hand resting on Ari's stomach. Between Curtis' warmth and the beat of Ari's heart, you begin getting tired. The three of you had a very long and intense session, and you're left filling full.

The thought of them fully being in you, breeding you, making you their own had been weighing on you heavily. It was something you could tell Ari enjoyed teasing, but none of you had ever discussed it in earnest.

"Maybe," you start. Your voice trailing away when Curtis kisses up your back. "Maybe I should have my IUD removed."

You stunned the two of them silent, neither of them so much as hum. Ari pulls a bit on your hair, to tilt your neck back to look at him. "Why's that?"

"That's a silly question."

"I want you to vocalize what it is you want."

"All your kinky teasing, it got me thinking," you pause, wanting either one of them to say something anything, but they don't. "I would like to have a baby with you. Both of you."

"Princess, while not entirely impossible, I got fixed years ago. It would have to get it reversed, and even then there's no guarantee. Is...do you want a baby or are you just saying that because of the things I say during sex?" there's no emotions on his face, and Curtis still clings to your back quietly. His lips randomly ghosting up your bare skin.

"Both."

"The things I've said, when I get into that breeding space, it made you think about having a baby?" you give him a slow nod. "And with that thinking what did you decide?"

"That I want a baby with the two of you. I love you both."

"I can have kids," Curtis' deep voice rumbles your back. Ari's free hand grabs tightly to his. "I can't lie, watching the two of you when Ari gets in that space, it made me think too."

"So Ari goes to the doctor, and then we just start," it seems like a logical plan. Makes sense to you.

"Or, we can just rely on me."

"I want you both. I don't have to decide during my everyday life, and I'm not deciding with our babies."

"Okay, Princess. I'll go to the doctor."

“She hasn’t been going to the club.  Everyone there swears they haven’t seen her.”

“That fucking prick Chase Collins is there, isn’t that Charles guy?” James nods his head.  He goes every time that they have game.  And nothing.  “How does an eighteen year old just go missing?” Ransom sits down at his desk.  Pictures of Story throughout her life cover it.  “It’s been too long,” it had been eight months since the last time they saw her.  Had Ransom had thought he wouldn’t see his daughter for eight months, he never would have let her walk out that door.  “What if...?” he buries his head in his hands; body shaking with how many tears he’s shed.  “Kitten, she’s not sleeping.  It’s like when Story was a baby all over again.”

“We’ll find her.”

“Has she contacted Carter?” James shakes his head no.  “How’s he doing?”

“Not good.  He’s worried sick.  Doesn’t go into work as much anymore.  He’s usually drunk or doped up.”

“Goah, this is such a fucking mess.  If she’s here, someone’s got her locked up, and...I want my daughter back.”

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Carter stands at the door of Charles’ apartment, wiping at his nose, sniffling as he waits on the man.  Hearing the noise coming from the bedroom, he wonders who Charles has living with him.  “Blackwood?”

“Getting it together,” Charles pulls out Carter’s normal supply, knocking on the door, “Your times up, unless your paying more,” before he walks over to Carter.

“Dealing more than drugs I see?” Charles shrugs.

“You need some?  You’ve been out of commission for awhile.  I could give you a fair price,” Charles smirks at Carter, but he reaches in his pocket for the cash that Charles demands he uses.  Chase walks out of the bedroom pulling on his extra layer of clothes.  “You’re getting greedy, and not paying enough.”

Slapping some more money in Charles’ hand Chase looks up at Carter, “You don’t look so good.  Maybe you should pay Charles for a piece,” Chase cocks up an eyebrow at Carter, laughing at him, “It might do you some good.”

Carter scoffs at him, “I don’t need to pay to fuck someone.  I don’t do prostitutes.”

“Whatever.  You’re missing out.  See you in a couple days.”

Carter starts to leave, “It could be good for you Baizen.  Helps you forget whoever it is you’re trying to forget.  It’s just sex.”

“I don’t want to forget her,” he turns leaving.  Promising it will be the last time he gets blow from him.  He knows it won’t be.  It’s always a lie.

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You go through all the photos you have of Story, never imagining that this is where you would be.  Your baby gone, and no word from her.  Your mind going from the best case scenario, that she’s still just angry with you.  To your worst that one day you’ll find her body.  All her friends had been contacted.  And either they’re lying for her or they really have no idea where she is.  

Looking in the mirror, you didn’t realize you could look this bad.  Ransom walks into the bedroom, and his face falls.  Watching your broken body as he walks to the bed, crawling in behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder, “You remember how scared we were when we brought her home?  She was just this tiny little thing, but even then was so vocal.  Or her second birthday, she had a princess theme, and she walked around in that puffy dress and tiara.”

“Ran, please stop,” tears fall down your cheek while you try and remember happier times with your baby.  She was always so happy and full of life.  Bountiful imagination.  Never far from Harlan.  Even though she had so much energy, she would crawl up into his lap and sit for hours as they told the Ballad of Story Drysdale.

“Or hearing that tiny little knocking in the middle of the night.  Sometimes it was annoying, but I don’t regret letting her sleep in the bed with us,” your head leans back on his shoulder.  Losing all self control.  Sobbing, and he holds you tighter.  “We’re gonna find her.”

“When?”

“Hopefully soon.”

You look down at the pictures scattered on the bed.  “I just want my baby back home.  I know she has to be scared.”

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Carter stares at this stupid door.  This is the last time he vows.  He can’t come here anymore.  He needs to get clean so he can be of any assistance to find Story.  He raises his hand giving a loud knock.  Even though he’s not waiting that long, he’s agitated, and knocks loudly again.  The door swings open quickly, and he stares at her like he’s seeing a ghost.  “What do you...want?” as soon as her eyes meet his, she looks down at the floor.

“Story?” he asks, tears coming to his eyes, “What’re doing here?”

Story’s lips tremble, and she shakes her head, “I live here.”

“Everyone’s been looking for you for months.  Have you been here the whole time?”

“I needed a place to live.  Charles was...”

“Bunny what’s taking so long?” Charles walks into the living room seeing Carter at the door.  “Oh, came for your weekly fix?” his hand slides down Story’s body cupping her mound.  “Or did you come for something sweeter.  Could give you a discount the first time.”

Horrified Carter looks down at Story, her eyes full of tears and she struggles to talk, “Daddy, please stop.”

“Oh, but sweetheart, Baizen here has been having a tough time,” he gives her a hard kiss to her neck and she jerks away.  Harshly he grabs her cheeks.  “Some bitch broke his heart.  Oh wait,” his sly smile looks up at Carter.  “I forgot.”

Carter’s body flinches, pushing at Charles, and Story falls to the ground, “Let her go!” 

Charles only laughs at him, “Tell him Bunny.”

“Don’t make me do this daddy.”

“TELL HIM!” Charles angry goes to stand.

“I’m where I want to be,” Story’s voice cold and distant, she stands and walks to that room that Chase had came out of.

“You heard her Baizen.  Find you a new fucking dealer.  I can’t have you coming here and upsetting my property.”

“What did you do to her?” his eyes never leave the door, his hand rubs the worn rose pendant in his pocket.  His newest way of reminding himself that she was real, and for such a short period of time, she was his.  

“Taught her how to behave.”

Story’s hands dig around in her drawers, hoping that her pitiful phone has enough charge to text TJ.  Listening to any form of altercation that could be going on outside.  She pulls up her messages finding his name.  It’d been months since she sent word to him, “I need ice cream.  Nate knows.”

Charles slings the door open, and Story quickly hits send, dropping the phone as he stomps towards her.  “Did you tell him you were here?”

“No, daddy.  I didn’t.  I promise.  I’ve been a good girl.  I haven’t...” he pulls her closer to him by her neck, “You’re hurting me.  Please stop.  I won’t do it again.”

“You weren’t even supposed to open the fucking door.  Only special customers get to see you,” letting go of her neck, he shoves her to the ground, and she tries to crawl away.  Her whole body trembling.  “Such a scared little bunny.  I’ll just have to teach you what happens when you don’t listen.”

“Daddy, please don’t,” her voice cries up at him as she tries to scramble away.  She’s sure this may be the last time she gets away with something.

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TJ beats on the door of Nate’s apartment.  “Come on asshole!  Archibald!” he wasn’t expecting that text from Story.  But when received it, he knew she was in trouble.  When she started getting involved with all these good for nothing men, he made her promise to let him know she wanted ice cream, and he would do what he could to get her out of there.  “About time.  You know where Story is?”

“Not really.  When she left, she said she had to meet Charles.”

“You know where Charles lives?”

“What’s this about?” Nate asks leaning on the doorframe.

“She’s in trouble.  She got in contact with me,” Nate’s face falls.  

“Go to this address.  This is where her parents live.”

“You knew she was with Charles and you didn’t say anything?  I thought you were her friend.”

“I did tell them.  They went and looked at his apartment.  Didn’t...fucking Chase.  He heard me.  Go to them.  I’m calling the cops, and James.  Go!”

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You open the door staring at a young man you had never met before.  Your eyes their usual bloodshot self.  When doesn’t say anything you start to close the door but he’s able to squeak out, “I’m a friend of Story’s.”

“Ransom!  Oh god, my baby.  She’s...Ransom!  Please, she’s okay, right?” Ransom comes running up beside and you stare up at him.  “It’s Story,” his eyes move around your face rapidly, trying to fully take in what you’re saying.

“She’s in trouble.  Nate called the cops, but she sent me a secret message.  We have this code, and...”

“Kitten stay here.”

“Ransom, I’m going to my daughter,” pushing past him you head out the door.

“No!  If she’s in a lot of trouble, I need you here.  I don’t need you getting hurt,” you start to protest, but he stands firm.  Call Aster, she’ll sit with you.  I need you here with Lucy.  I’m bringing our baby back.”

Ransom follows TJ’s directions to the apartment.  Taking two steps at a time, huffing with each step.  He’s so close, almost there; he beats on the door.  Almost knocking it off his hinges when Charles jerks it open, “What do you want?”

“My daughter!” Ransom sees her body laying on the floor behind Charles.  At first he thinks she’s dead or unconscious.  But with a quick movement of her leg, he pushes past Charles.  “Story lets go, baby.”

“She’s not going anywhere.  Bunny, to your room.”

“Daddy, no,” the two of them turn to look at her.  When Ransom sees her scared face staring up at Charles, saline trails drifting down her face, hair matted and greasy, lips and nose chapped and raw, her body nearly skin and bones, he rears back pushing Charles to the floor.  Story holds tight to her ears, rocking herself as Ransom issues hit after hit to Charles.

TJ steps past them, pulling up a scared Story, he carries her out to the car.  “Hey, it’s okay.  I’m right here.  It’s okay,” his voice soothing the entire time that he carries her.  Trying to get her to calm herself.  

“But my dad...he’s,” something in Story snaps when she looks at him.  TJ sees the large figure of an officer walking up to the apartment, knowing that at least this nightmare is almost over.  “Why did you take me away?”

“Why?  Why don’t you look in the mirror Ree?” his fingers touch at her bruised neck, and she flinches back, “What about that?”

“Charles didn’t leave me,” she whispers.  As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she starts crying.  “Grandpa left me.  Aster and Iris left me.  James left me, Blade left me.  Carter left, they all leave.”

“You’re being stupid.  Harlan died.  Aster, Iris, and Blade went to college.  James was held captive.  You and Carter broke up.  These people didn’t leave you.  They love you.  That jackass, he was holding you captive.  You know this.  You text me.  You needed help.”

A knock on the window happens and Story flinches back, nearly crawling into TJ’s lap.  “I'm not allowed open the door.  Good girls don’t open doors,” she whispers, and it’s then TJ realizes how far gone she is.  He opens the door to let Officer Everett in.  Curtis looks over Story’s scared body, and in ways, she reminds him of you.  Remembering how scared you were that day that they had found you.  The day him and Nat made sure Andy would never hurt you again.

“Story, your dad is being detained currently.  He did a number on Mr. Blackwood, but with barely a search of the apartment, it won’t be easy to hold him for more than a night.  Charles is going to be in a whole lot of trouble.  Not to mention the case we’ve been building against him.  Ransom’s already called your mom, but you want to tell me what was going on up there?” she shakes her head no.  “Did Charles give you those bruises?” while Curtis wants her to answer, her tears that pool out of her eyes is enough, “Okay.  Are you ready to go home?”

Story flicks her eyes to his badge, “It’s you.  This whole time, you were,” Curtis cocks up an eyebrow at her, “You.  You were...how could my dad even look at you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You were fucking my mom before they were married.  You were her Dom.  I take after her apparently.  Even found myself a daddy.”

Curtis intakes a quick breath.  Whistling through his teeth.  “You have no idea what you’re talking about little girl.”

“No.  You were.”

“For a few months, your mother and I had a safe and consensual relationship.  I even asked your father if they were dating before I pursued her.  I am a Dom.  I never hurt her.  That asshole up there is an abuser.  He used his power over you, forced you to do things against your will.  He is not a Dom.”

Story’s eyes flick down to her lap, not wanting to look at him anymore.  “That.  Your mom did that too.  After her relationship with Andy.  I know what you said to her and your father that night.  I can show you the photos and police reports about Andy.  I know you’re angry, but you have parents that love and adore you.  You’ve got a mother that has called the station everyday asking if I’ve heard anything.  A dad who nearly beat Charles to death, because he was hurting you.  Your mom and dad have made mistakes.  But they’re good people, they’re good parents.  It’s time for you to face reality.  You’re angry, and I get it.  Do you want this life that you were living?” Story shakes her head no.  “That man, that you’re sitting on, he’s a true friend.  He reacted immediately to your text.  He has asked for nothing from you, but your company.  These boys you’re surrounding yourself with, they don’t care about you.  You know that don’t you?”

Story begins crying, resting her head on TJ’s shoulder but nods.  “Your dad will get out on bail.  Your parents want to help you get clean.  That’s what you want right?” 

“Yes.”

“And when you’re ready, your mom wants to have a long talk about what she suffered through.  How she kept your two sisters alive.  No, she wasn’t making that up.  They were babies and they had their lives threatened.  Ransom would never do that to you,” Story watches her father being escorted out.  “They’re going to take him to jail.”

“No.”

“He’ll get out on bail.  He wants you to go to a great rehab facility that he and your grandpa went too.  Story, you’re lucky.  You’re alive.  Now you need to call that poor kid that called me before Nate called the cops.”

“Carter?”

“That’s the one.  He could barely get a word in with his tears.  Maybe you should talk him into rehab too.  Let me get your dad safely to the jail.  TJ, her mom is meeting me there.  Get her home safely.”

Masterlist

The ever growing Drysdale clan sit out beside the pool, you talking to Blade's fiancé, while his large tattooed hands hold tightly to his baby. Squishing her face and she just gives the biggest giggles up to her daddy. Ransom is never too far away from his newest granddaughter, but his face also beams at your only son. You had wondered if that boy would ever settle down, and for once, you approved of the girl.

Iris stands close to James, manning the grill, randomly giving the other a tight squeeze to the others asses. Aster and her second husband, far superior in every way, play in the pool with all the kiddos. Story gazes at her husband gripping tightly onto their two youngest sons, and her hands rub along the next growing son inside of her. "Another boy, huh?" Blade chuckles giving her elbow a little tap with his foot.

"Oh hush. We'll have no problem trying for a girl again, will we handsome?" she yells over at Carter, and he just smirks at her, giving his sons a little kiss. Story's oldest boy stands behind his favorite uncle Blade staring down at the baby.

"That’s my baby Bwade?"

"Yes, buddy. But we're sharing her okay? This is my baby, too," Otto pouts up at Blade, giving him a playful growl, but when Blade reaches out to tickle him, he breaks his angry face.

"Fine. I’ww be Wo's baby."

"But I'm Lo's baby!" Blade juts his lip out to his fiancé, and its Story that kicks at her brother.

"You're arguing with a ten year old. Stop it. And please could you quit squishing that sweet girls face?"

"She loves it though! Listen at her giggle."

Story watches her brother, and how enthralled he is with the little baby, "I can't believe that someone talked you into having a baby. And it was all planned," she gets another playful kick. "Hey, I'm just saying. How old are you mister? Forty-five?"

"I'm thirty-three. And just so we're clear, Lo is the only one I've ever hit it raw with. Thank goodness. Could you imagine me having a kid with the donut?" Story retches, and even Ransom grimaces. "What? If I have to hear about your knight in shining armor having a big dick, from your SON, you're going to hear about me not wrapping it before I tap it."

"Woah! Way out of line. Story, have you learned nothing from me and your mother? We don't just talk about that."

"We weren't even jumping on the bed. I was sitting on the counter, and felt a little poke, and I giggled," Story's voice rolls with laughter.

"This is so wrong. Hand me the squishy girl, Blade," Ransom pulls at his granddaughter. His own hands squishing over her cheeks, like those chubby cheeks are his own stress ball.

"No! Mom, that's not what happened. You cawed daddy a big penis because he said something siwwy. And then he put me to bed so you can jump on da bed," Story’s face falls when you realize which time Otto was referring to.

"That's even worse buddy. How about you go check on Lo and Mimi, this conversation is getting weirder. Oh great, look who's getting out of the pool now," sure enough, Carter emerges from the pool, handing off Brooks to her, and she kisses around his hair.

"You wanna babysit?" he winks at Blade. "Kidding, honestly," throwing up a hand in surrender, before leaning to give Story a kiss.

"You and Lucy are way too open with your jumping on the bed."

"Well, at least we don't live with mom and dad. Little Lucifer says she's never leaving the estate."

"That's why your mother and I are building them a cottage. Far away."

Blade laughs, "You tired of hearing about Lucy's big cocked boyfriend?" Ransom swats at his arm, and Blade rubs along the spot. "Still got it, dad. Ouch."

"Now that, is a fine man," Blade's face turns up in disgust, and even Carter looks at her shocked. "Don't get me wrong Baizen, I love your clean bare skin, but him with those tattoos and piercings."

"You're sick. You're married," Blade looks over at Lo talking to his mom, but even their attention is going to their conversation.

"What? You haven't checked that man out? Blade, he's taller and thicker than you. Mom checks him out."

Blade's head turns quickly to look at you, and you nod your head, "Lo, doesn't."

"I do babe," he grabs his chest, pretending to faint. "I mean, that lip piercing and nipples, you know that man has more pierced."

Lucy walking in leans over her brother, "He does," Blade groans loudly. "Me too," giving him a wink, his fingers go in his ears growling out a lalalalalala.

"Luciana Violet Drysdale! That was uncalled for. To your room immediately. You may be grown, but you live here, my house, my rules," Ransom points a finger back to the house, and Lucy shrugs walking back.

"Dad," Ransom turns to look at Blade, "Not to call out your punishment, but, Chris isn't out here. He's in the estate. You just sent her to her room. Wonder what they're going to do to pass the time."

"Jump on the bed?" Everyone stares at the little Otto who's big blue eyes shine between the family. "I'm wight, huh? Can I go jump on the bed too?"

"NO!" everyone shouts at him.

"You guys are too sensitibe."