𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓈 // 𝒻𝒶𝑒

baby. bunny. emmaline. lilianna. sophia. tatiana. ♡♡♡ mumu blog for rosewood manor hq.

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Milo had been wandering and occasionally he found himself checking up on the people in the infirmary after the accident. Just checking to see if they needed anything or not. He had become pretty friendly with the woman at the front desk and when he walked up to see her he smiled, “Lilliana, everyone doing okay still?” His brow raising, he cared too much sometimes and he knew it but he had to keep occupied somehow and at times he felt like Rosewood was not the place for him.

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The clinic had been nothing short of a mess ever since the night of the fire; Lilianna had been working around the clock to ensure that everyone was being tended to, but there still wasn’t nearly enough staff present to take care of each and every single patient effectively. She ran a tight ship, after all, even when they weren’t dealing with dozens of fire-related injuries and conditions, and she refused to allow anyone to cut corners just because they were swamped. It was as she was scolding a newer nurse for improperly changing the bandages on a burn victim that had come in for their day three checkup that she caught sight of a familiar face entering her infirmary - Milo. He was one of the few doms around the estate that she actually liked and got along with, and in the midst of all her chaos, he was a welcome reprieve. “Shì - as good as can be expected, at the very least, so long as I continue to triple check my staff’s work as if they’re little more than brand-new interns straight out of med school,” she said with a heavy sigh, brilliant dark eyes narrowing towards one of the aforementioned nurses that had decided to pull out her cellphone to check something; as soon as she realized she was caught, she flushed vividly and made her way back towards the trauma bay yet again, and Lilianna clucked her tongue in annoyance before turning back to Milo, offering the older bodyguard a wan, exhausted smile as she began to tie back her long, glossy hair with her favorite set of jade chopsticks. When was the last time she slept? Or ate, for that matter? “But how are you, Milo? Were you hurt in the fire? Is that why you’re here?”

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christian && emmaline / texting

Christian: I couldn't help myself! Plus, I thought you could use a treat, after...everything.

Christian: Cake and...sorry, pickles, darlin? Are you feelin alright?

Christian: Peanut butter?! Em, this is madness!

Emmaline: o - oh, yes, i'm doin' just fine, big brother! just...erm...hungrier than usual, is all. i feel like i could eat a gosh darn house...

Emmaline: is that - not ok? the cake and the pickles and the peanut butter? i'm real sorry, it's just...it's what sounds so /good/ right now...

Emmaline: should i ask the doctor about this? i'm s'posed to go for a checkup sometime soon, somethin' about an ultrasound?

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@rzeqvrtz♡ ; ray & tatia!!

So much had happened in the last week or so, and Tatiana couldn’t even begin to keep track of things. Between the...altercation she had been forced into in the Forbidden Forest, and the fire that had broken out in the grand ballroom soon thereafter, and being startled by the sudden arrival of not just her older brother, but her former bodyguard as well, there had been enough excitement to make Tatiana’s head spin, and it was all the young tsarina could do to keep her stories straight and avoid telling the wrong people the wrong thing. She’d never kept so many secrets at once before, and she felt as if she was on the verge of exploding due to the sheer weight of them. She was endlessly loyal to Viktor, of course, and her family in general, but...what about Raphael, Luca, and Camille? Hadn’t they been raising her as their own for the past two and a half tears as well? But - Raphael had kidnapped her, so didn’t that mean...? 

It was too much, and that was without even taking into consideration the fact that there was a man at the estate who knew exactly who she was and had mentioned both of her older brothers by name. All she wanted was one night where she didn’t need to think about anything that had occurred within the last two weeks or so; not the man that had assaulted her in the dungeons, and certainly not the one that she had given in to so willingly in the forest either. Which meant that...she needed to seek out someone who knew next to nothing about her. Not Christian, or Matthew, or even Luca - no, she needed someone brand new to the estate. Someone like...

Raymond. He was an almost brand-new dom that she had been given to the night of his arrival as a gift from Raphael, and since then, he’d requested Tatiana several times afterward. He might have terrified her at first, as frighteningly huge and beast-like as he was, but after spending entire nights at his mercy and allowing herself to be lost in him over and over again, they’d developed something between them that was fun and exciting, and...kept the pint-sized pixie of a submissive coming back for more. He hadn’t called for her tonight, but she was standing outside of his door nevertheless, a little shy and a little nervous in the strawberry-pink crop top and tiny fluttering skirt she’d worn just for him, and it was after drawing in a brave little breath that she managed to raise one tiny hand and knock three times; in her other hand, she held a basket of freshly-baked mini muffins...just in case he happened to be hungry. “Sir?” she called out softly, standing on the tips of her toes and trying to speak through the door. “Mister Holloway, sir?” 

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@nymphcts​ || for Tatiana

Camille hummed softly as she set her tea kettle on the stove to boil. The submissive was grateful to have been granted the afternoon off, and it was the perfect opportunity to invite Tatiana over for a peaceful afternoon. She adored Raphael, Baby, and Luca with her entire heart, but she also understood very well that the could be rocks and hard places personified. Perhaps that was why she felt a special sort of kinship with the petite Russian. Of course, there was a fair amount of guilt over her kidnapping as well, and a strong desire to protect her.

“Tatiana?” Camille called gently as she started to pull down her tea set. “What sort of tea would you like today? I have earl gray, paris, irish breakfast..” she listed off, setting the cups and saucers down on her counter before crossing the kitchen to get the tins of tea and herbs. “I have rosebuds, lavender, and chamomile as well, if you want something more floral,” the older woman offered as she set the tins out for inspection. A soft smile curved her full lips as she looked to Tatiana for her choice. This will be nice, she decided, as if through will alone she could make it so. Especially after everything that had happened with the party, surely they could both do with a quiet afternoon.

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♡

It wasn’t often that Tatiana was given the chance to spend time with Camille alone. The older woman was kept incredibly busy, after all, as Raphael’s personal assistant and his younger sister’s maternal figure, but she always seemed to make time for Tatiana in her unbelievably hectic schedule nevertheless...especially when the young tsarina needed it the most. Whether it was bringing her in off of the balcony when Baby had once again forced her to sleep outside after she’d accidentally said or done something the head dancer didn’t approve of, or holding her close and cuddling her after a particularly arduous session with one of the VIP guests that Raphael had lent her out to for the evening...Camille was always there for her, even when no one else was, and in her warm and comforting embrace, Tatiana had found a safe place to land in the last place that she could have ever expected it. It might not have made very much sense to the pint-sized submissive, but she was extraordinarily grateful for Camille nevertheless. 

Visiting Camille’s apartment was a rare treat, and a much-needed one after all that had happened at the Fairytales After Dark gala. She hadn’t told anyone what had happened to her yet, not even Emmaline or Saria, and she couldn’t help but feel immensely guilty because of it. Was it fair of her, to hide things from Raphael and Camille? Or was she doing the right thing by maintaining her loyalty to Viktor instead? She didn’t know anymore; she was all mixed up and jumbled and so, so confused. Still, Camille was calling for her from the kitchen, and she scampered up quickly off of the couch, tucking her errant blonde curls anxiously behind her ears as she rushed towards the pretty brunette. 

“O - oh!” she breathed out in delighted shock at the fine china tea-set that Camille was pulling down from the cupboard, clasping her tiny hands in a display of pure, simple pleasure as she looked up at the elder woman with no small amount of innocent adoration. “Is, erm - like fancy little tea party, da?” she questioned shyly, taking a tentative step towards Camille so that she could peek curiously at the various assortment of tisanes and brews that she was being offered. “Is there still being, um, apple cinnamon one from last time, Miss Camille?” 

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lupusrcx​:

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He’d know her absolutely anywhere. In a thousand lifetimes, in a thousand universes, there would never be anything cataclysmic enough to break what he shared with Tatiana Valentina. He’d known her ever since she was a little girl, he’d protected her ever since she was a little girl, and she’d become as much of a part of him as his own beating heart. He’d never expected himself to find him so attached to the daughter of a client, he was meant to be a bodyguard and nothing else, but twelve years had passed since he’d been hired on and now he was a fully-fledged member of the Bratva as well. Loyalty was everything to the Valentinas and he’d pledged himself with everything he had inside of him to Tatiana in particular. He wasn’t a particularly soft man, had never been one to allow his emotions to get the best of him, but he could still remember the day of Tatiana’s kidnapping as if it had been seared into the forefront of his mind.

Hearing her scream, watching her be torn away from him by a half-army of men who seemed to want nothing more than to get their grimy hands all over her. Just like that, she was gone, the entire Bratva had damn near fallen apart as a result. It had taken years to find her but they were here now—they all were, Noah included, even if he just so happened to be late. He was here now and that was all that mattered, it was infuriating for the dom to know that they knew exactly where Tatiana was, that Viktor had even communicated with her, but until they were certain it was safe to do so … they couldn’t bring her back home just yet. All he wanted to do was tear the men that had done this to her apart, limb by fucking limb, and if he’d been there the night of the party he’d heard all about, he would have gladly set the goddamned ballroom on fire as well.

But there she was, in the gardens where the poor receptionist he’d threatened within an inch of their life had promised she’d be, in a sweet little sundress that clung shockingly to curves Noah didn’t recognize. She’d been a baby when he’d last seen her, his baby, and standing before him now was…a fully grown woman. “Tanechka,” he called out, and even to his own ears his voice sounded hoarse and unsteady, Noah had never been the kind of man to stumble over his words but god it took everything he had in him not to tug the tiny little pixie into his strong arms and never let go. Instead he walked towards her, almost as if he was trapped in a dream, and watched the way the sunlit spilled down upon her curls like a halo of gold. “There you are, tsarina.” Once upon a time her Russian title had sounded gruff and awkward in his Aussie accent, now it flowed so naturally that one could have mistaken him for a Slavic himself. 

Despite how much she’d grown in the past two and a half years, he still towered over her, she was so fucking small and that adorable, heart-shaped little face of hers was as angelic as over. Her doe eyes. Her pink lips. For once he was looking at her and he wasn’t fucking dreaming. “We’ve come a long way to find you again, Tatiasha,” he said quietly, intently, reaching out to gently cradle one of her porcelain cheeks in the calloused palm of one large, rough hand. “But we’re here now. Me, Avery, and Viktor. We’re here to bring you home, do you understand?” 

Ever since the night of the Fairytales After Dark gala, Tatiana had been...hiding, almost. Hiding from Raphael and Luca, hiding from Viktor - she couldn’t seem to look any of the three men directly in their eyes, not even her own brother, and it had nothing to do with them and everything to do with what had happened to her in the woods. When the fire had started, she’d been as far away from the ballroom as possible - she’d been on her hands and knees on the forest floor, with her ass up and her face down, as she allowed a man she’d never even met before to use and abuse her in ways she’d never even imagined were possible. The worst part of it all, however, was the fact that, while she might not have known anything about him at all, he had known things about her that only someone who had known her from before would have been privy to. He called her tsarina, and had even mentioned Viktor and Dimitri by name. Out of all the subs running through the woods that night, he’d chosen to chase after her and her alone, and as desperately as she tried not to think about him...he’d been on her mind ever since. 

And it was so much to carry for the petite little nymphet. She felt as if she had far too many secrets to keep, far too many illicit details that she wasn’t allowed to share with the people she cared about the most, and tying them all together in a twisted web was the deep and unrelenting shame that she felt due to how much she had enjoyed her clandestine tryst in the forbidden forest. It - it was all sorts of wrong; she hadn’t even wanted it at first, but there was no questioning the fact that, by the time everything was said and done, Tatiana had all but begged for Alexander’s cock and his cum like some sort of - needy little woodland whore. Now, nearly a week had passed, but she still couldn’t get him off of her mind, and while the bruises and bite marks he’d inflicted upon her baby-soft skin might have already begun to heal, she still found herself tracing the spots on her tiny little body that he’d bitten and grabbed as if they were still there, just so that she could flutter her eyes shut and remember the way that they’d felt. 

But - today she was finally going to do something productive with her time; Raphael and Camille had been working overdrive throughout the past few days, and the young tsarina was grateful to the latter especially for everything that she had done despite having gone through a trauma itself. With that in mind, she had scampered down to the gardens after her afternoon lessons, and it was with a floppy sunhat on her head and a wicker basket tucked over one of her slender little arms that she went about picking a series of roses, tulips, and sunflowers so that she could put together a bouquet for Camille - it was the absolute least that she could do, after all, for the only maternal figure she had ever known since she’d been forcefully brought to the manor nearly two and a half years ago. The older woman was everything to Tatiana. She hummed a sweet little song to herself as she picked a basket full of flowers, but the sudden sound of someone approaching, as well as a voice that she had only heard in her dreams in recent years, was enough to have the little blonde wisp squeaking in shock and slicing open the tip of her finger as she hastily let go of the ruby-red rose she had been planning to pluck next. “O - ow!”

It was as she drew her bloodied finger to her pouted-pink lips that she was finally able to spin around in a circle to face whoever it was that had stumbled upon her in the gardens, and her baby blue eyes opened wide as she realized exactly who it was. Noah. In all of his tall and incredibly muscular glory, he stood out like a sore thumb among the blossoms and the flowers, and it was as if the butterflies she had been admiring just moments ago had now taken up residence in her tummy as he stepped carefully towards her. First Viktor, and now - her bodyguard, too? The man that had protected her ever since she was a toddler crawling circles around him? She was stunned with shock, her tiny hand falling out of her petal-soft mouth so that her lips could part helplessly in surprise, and it was only as Noah reached out to touch her, the calloused palm of his hand easily dwarfing the side of her small, cherubic face, that she was able to convince herself that she wasn’t dreaming. No...just like Viktor, Noah had come for her.

“Bozhe moy - Noah! Noah, Noah, Noah!” She couldn’t help herself - with a broken, quivering little cry, Tatiana was dropping her basket of flowers, and fretfully jumping up into Noah’s arms. She wound her own slim little arms around his neck, her sunhat falling off of her head to reveal her glimmering blonde curls in all of their riotous and bouncy glory as she all but burst in to tears. She was trembling uncontrollably, her small shoulders shaking with each helpless sob that spilled past her lips, and it was all she could do to bury her face in Noah’s chest and cry. “ Y - you are here, and - Uncle Avery, too?” she hiccuped, lifting her head to look up at him with her big, teary blue eyes. “I - I being missed you so much, moy volk, is like dream come true, seeing you again.”

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Maddock & Baby.

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The evening air drifted through the open windows of the stable, light birdsong trailing across the subtle breeze. The bay gelding in front of him shifted restlessly, shaking his head in impatience. “Aye, you’re alright boy,” Maddock muttered, working the leather straps of his saddle free from his underbelly. “I’m almost done here then it’s out to pasture for you.” Basic stablehand duties were perhaps below Nathan’s station, but whenever a stablehand begged off a break, it was hard to turn down the work. It brought him back to childhood, the crisp smell of hay and the simple providing for an animal. The only things missing were a few large hounds running underfoot and his younger sister teasing him. 

He hung the tack back up in its place and grabbed onto the gelding’s lead. The horse eagerly walked beside him, clearly ready to run and graze. A figure made him halt before he could leave the stable, causing the horse to whinny frustratedly. “Miss Doefoot. I’m afraid all the horses are out to pasture, if you wish to ride you’ll have to come back later, they need their rest.” 

Maddock kept his tone formal, although Dominance threatened to creep through. She had always made him uncomfortable, a young and pretty thing who was all too aware of her affect on people. Nearly twenty years laid between them and yet that wasn’t enough to quell the tension in his body. In fact, it sometimes seemed to liven it. Clearing his throat, he muttered, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” and moved to get past her. 

♡

Baby wasn’t the sort of girl that anyone ever expected to see around the stables, but there was plenty enough at Rosewood’s farmland to catch her eye and keep her interested. It wasn’t just that there’d been a horse named after her - the prettiest one in the entire barn! - or that she had a particular fondness for the newborn calves...no, it had less to do with the livestock and far more to do with the people who tended to them. Maddock, especially, was the onsite veterinarian, and Baby had wanted him from the moment she’d first laid eyes on him, which, given how long he’d been at the estate for, had been quite some time before her twenty-first birthday. What wasn’t there to like about him, after all? With his dark blonde hair and deep, soulful blue eyes, and not to mention every ounce of hard-earned musculature that his impressively tall frame boasted...he was exactly the sort of man that drew Baby in like a moth to a flame, and the fact that he was nearly twice her age only served to deepen her attraction to him. That, and the simple truth that she’d never quite been able to resist a challenge.

Especially when it came in the package of a handsome, hunky farmhand. 

 It was nearing nightfall by the time she made her way out to the paddock, and after an especially exhausting combination of barre and dance practice, she’d taken a long, sudsy soak in the bath to ensure that every inch of her lush, nubile little frame was squeaky clean and sweetly-scented, and almost entirely on display as well. She’d wanted to dress the part, of course, and had chosen an especially wholesome ensemble in order to do so. Her long, caramel-colored tresses had been arranged neatly into two curly pigtails, the ends of her tresses still glinting lightly with rose-gold from the semi-permanent dye before last week’s party, and all of her careful preparation was worth it the moment she saw the man that all of this was for: Maddock, in the low light of the slowly-setting sun and with a horse in tow at his side, he made quite the dreamy sight, and there was no helping the way that Baby’s young and impressionable heart fluttered just by merely looking at him. Gods, he was gorgeous.

And, as per usual, he was trying to do away with her. “Oh, but - I was hoping to say goodnight to Baby before it got too late! After everything that happened with the fire and all, I figured she’d be pretty darn spooked along with the rest of the horses. But, if you’re certain that she needs her beauty sleep...” She pouted a little bit, her petal-pink bottom lip jutting out just enough to make her displeasure known, but she was all smiles a moment later, stepping up alongside him to gently pet the horse he was leading between the ears. Maddock was always so carefully formal with her, but she hadn’t missed the firmness of his tone just now, and it had the apples of her cheeks flushing with rosy warmth as she looked up at him then, deceptively innocent as she fluttered her long lashes and pressed on with, “You don’t want me to stick around a little while longer and help you close up for the night?” she asked softly, and she gave the horse’s ear one last scritch before reaching out to gingerly smooth out the front of Maddock’s shirt instead, allowing the dainty tips of her fingers to linger against the broad expanse of his chest in the process. “You’re always so hard at work, sir, and my older brother has been trying to get me to help out around the estate for years. Don’t you think that this would be a good place for me to start?”

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@laluxures​ ♡ ; augustin & baby!! 

Working at the estate’s gentlemen’s club wasn’t something that Baby did for the money; with Raphael as her older brother and an allowance that was seemingly unlimited, she couldn’t recall having ever been short on something as trivial as cash before, and whenever she wanted anything in the first place, it was never further away than a quick snap of her prettily-manicured fingertips. Dancing, though, was something else entirely to Baby. It was her greatest passion, and something that she had worked incredibly hard at ever since she was a little girl, and despite what the other strippers liked to say behind her back, the role of Head Dancer had been given to her solely based on skill and not just good old fashioned nepotism. Either way, she was never quite as at home as she was when she was up on stage at the club, and after the week she’d had...well, it went without saying that a distraction was exactly what the doctor had ordered. 

It was the busiest night of the week, and so it went without saying that Baby would be taking center stage - whether or not her fellow exotic dancers had anything to say about it. She had never been one for friends to begin with, and if they had a problem with the simple fact that she was better than them, then that was their issue and most certainly not hers. After everything that had happened within the past few days, Baby needed this - she needed to get caught up in the music and allow herself to be fully immersed in little more than her own body and the way that it moved. Tonight would be special, too, and there was a reason that all of the strippers were fighting for stage time; it was Fantasy Night, and that meant that they’d been encouraged to dress up in more than just barely-there bits of lingerie and see-through underwear.

There were kitty cats and bunny rabbits as far as the eye could see, but Baby was determined to be different, and her costume was composed of a lacy La Perla set and a brand-new pair of butterfly heels, but the most exciting part of it had to be the set of gossamer fairy wings that fluttered behind her with each and every graceful step that she took. They were a beautiful shade of pearlescent white, with silver shimmer all throughout, and as her name was called and the song she’d specifically requested to open with began to play through the overhead speakers, Baby couldn’t recall the last time that she’d been so confident. With no less than a half dozen other girls glaring at her as she went, she placed a hand on her hip and stepped out onto the glittering stage, and offered the eager, enraptured crowd a beaming, playful little grin and a wave of one dainty hand as she approached her favorite pole at the very front. 

Finally - this was exactly the sort of night that she needed, and the only thing that would make it even better, she mused, as she slowly, sensuously, slid one of her long, toned legs around the curve of the pole and allowed her back to form a perfect, delicate arch, would be a little bit of company. 

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Luca didn’t like the way this felt; vulnerability, an overflowing of emotions he couldn’t begin to comprehend or handle. He refused to acknowledge the possibility that something was wrong with Baby; he refused to deal with the concept that this was a fall she wouldn’t recover from. He’d been so far away when she had been blasted by the electrical hot plates short-circuiting–though he swore he could still feel the faint traces of her pulse, there was nothing Luca could do but beg and plead with her to wake up. He wanted to throw his head back and roar in agonized pain, bu he was too busy choking on the sobs that rolled out of his body in waves to even handle assisting her in CPR. How did you revive someone who was suffering from ingesting too much smoke? What were the fucking rules of fire safety again? Luca tried to roll through the safety classes and training he’d been required to take at Laurent Brodaire’s behest, but everything floated through his mind like incomplete, tangled thoughts. And above it all, he just saw her face reflected in the imprint of his mind, again and again.

Baby Doefoot was the very fabric of his being. He refused to acknowledge a life where she wasn’t beside him.

But then, through the fog of his own grief, Luca heard a soft, exhausted voice call his name. Like an angel descending upon a fallen creature, Baby Doefoot was fluttering her eyes open wearily, gazing up at him with what Luca could only imagine was a mixture of confusion and awe. Was she repulsed, seeing him like this? He felt shame, white hot and heady, surging through his veins at the realization his lover had seen him break down in front of her. Luca had never grown up in a loving home, and so he’d never been taught that expressing his emotions was a healthy thing to do. As such, he felt shame and agony that Baby had seen him in such a strong point of weakness, his brows furrowing together as relief flooded his shaking body. He bent his head, kissing all along her sweet face, as she tried to sweetly tell him she was alright. She was such a brave girl, his Baby was, and Luca felt a surge of warm affection for the submissive sprawled out on the grass beneath him.

His sweet, precious jewel. She was alive.

“Yes, sweet girl, it’s me,” he said at last, his breathing evening as Baby slowly regained full consciousness. He couldn’t stop the way his hands shook as he brushed her rose gold hair out of her face, but–she was alive. She was going to be alright. In that moment, despite the pain radiating in his leg, Luca swore he could fly. He glanced down, his brows furrowed together, when Baby commented that he had ruined her mother’s dress. He felt his heart sink with something close to guilt as he surveyed the damage he had done. But, reflecting on the choices he’d been left with, Luca didn’t particularly regret his decision to tear the bodice of her gown to permit her to breathe. Based on her dazed, disoriented response, it didn’t seem as though Baby was particularly bent out of shape over it, either. As Luca shifted, cradling her body under his arms, he heard her apologize for not listening to him earlier. Luca couldn’t quite explain the sensation or reason behind it, but he felt his chest clench at her apology; his mind flitted back to their argument with one another from earlier. That was almost the last thing they’d said to each other, and Luca’s tongue burned with an acidic taste at the thought of his last moment with Baby being tainted by jealous cruelty. 

One thing was for certain: he wasn’t letting her out of his fucking sights any time soon.

“Let’s get one thing straight, kitten,” Luca began, standing slowly and clutching Baby against his chest. The pain in his knee throbbed, but he felt more stable and secure now that his heart had slowed itself down to a normal heart rate. As he tucked her against his chest and began to walk away from the inferno, plunging deeper in to the woods, he glanced down at his submissive cradled in his arms. Because that’s exactly what she was, wasn’t she? She was his submissive; she didn’t belong to Christian or Matthew or Draven or any other man. She belonged to him, and he…he belonged to her. “I will always come for you, no matter how many obstacles stand in my way. I will never leave you in the dark; if I could not run, I would walk. If I could not walk, I would crawl to you.”

“Come on,” Luca continued, his voice thick with a swirl of emotions as he twisted and turned through the forest. “There’s a cottage out here; somewhere safe for us to hide out in while I tend to your wounds.”

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In all of her years of knowing him, Baby had not once seen Luca cry, and a part of herself had been honestly convinced that it just wasn’t something that he was capable of. The Head Dom wasn’t particularly known for his range of emotion, and perhaps that was one of the reasons why that Baby picked as many fights with him as she did. Getting Luca to feel anything was an accomplishment as far as she was concerned, and she’d long ago learned that she’d take any amount of attention from him that he was willing to provide her with, whether or not it was positive or healthy. Right now, though, the only word that she could possibly use to describe the look on his face was a deep sense of anguish. He...he had honestly thought that he had lost her, that her life had been forfeit to the flames and the smoke despite his best efforts to save her, and the sudden knowledge that her supposed death had been enough to elicit this sort of reaction out of him was a startling realization for Baby to come to terms with. He had to have cared about her then, right? And not just as his best friend’s little sister that he just so happened to fuck on a regular basis? If...if the thought of losing her had been enough to bring him to tears, then surely...

Surely she must have meant something to him. 

She was still dizzy and faint, just barely alert after having regained consciousness, but it was beyond easy for her to focus on Luca nevertheless. Her hazy brown eyes trailed fondly across his face, spanning over each marble-carved angle and razor-sharp definition, and she felt herself smile a little dreamily when he called her his sweet girl. Sex between the two of them came as easily as free-running water, but affection? Affection was something that Baby went looking for in all the wrong places, and very rarely found in Luca. “You aren’t hurt, are you, daddy?” she asked softly as he began to bend down towards her; she’d sworn that, for a brief moment that he didn’t want her to witness, he’d tensed the slightest bit, and she couldn’t help but worry that he had somehow managed to injure himself in the process of rescuing her from the ballroom. Her dark-blonde brows furrowed together anxiously, but she could do little more than that out a tiny peep as Luca wasted no time in picking her up and cradling her against the warmth of his body. 

In his big, strong arms, she felt safe; with her tiny little frame nestled protectively against the toned musculature of his chest, she was able to curl up and rest, one silken-soft cheek laying gently upon his shoulder as she wound her bruised-up arms around his neck. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d carried her like this - had it been when she was a child? She quite enjoyed when he’d pick her up and toss her over his shoulder like a caveman dragging his prized bitch back to the bedroom, but this was...different. It was intimate; he held her now as if she was something precious and valuable, and Baby, as starved for love and affection as she was, eagerly, greedily soaked up as much of it as she possibly could. “I’m s’posed to be the one crawling to you, remember?” she asked with a sleepy little yawn, rubbing her nose back and forth beneath the curve of his shoulder and allowing her eyes to flutter gently shut. She was so tired, and every single part of her body seemed to ache with a throbbing, bone-deep kind of pain.

He was carrying her through the woods as if she weighed absolutely nothing, and Baby couldn’t help but replay every word he’d just said to her over and over again in her mind. He...he had promised himself to her in a way that he never had before; he’d sworn with a fierce sort of intensity that he’d never leave her alone, and after having spent her entire life trailing after men who seemed to want nothing to do with her as soon as she’d spread her legs for them, the knowledge that Luca wanted her even still was enough to jolt deeply into Baby’s very soul. “The - the Bennet cottage, right?” she looked up at him tentatively to ask as he mentioned a place they could go to check over her wounds, and she had to worry her plush bottom lip a bit at the mention of...well, at the vague mention of Christian. “Are - are you sure that everyone else is alright? What about Raphael and Camille, and...” Her nose scrunched up a little bit then, but with a tiny sigh, she continued. “...and Tatiana. Are they all okay?”

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He couldn’t help the way his shoulders stiffened at the sound of her voice, couldn’t help the tightness in his chest and the steel of his eyes as he slowly turned to look at the woman that constantly took his breath away… and when he saw her, his heart ached, but now with an anger and frustration that had his jaw clenching so tight it hurt. Mostly, he knew he was just overwhelmed. Seeing Electra again made his head spin, and when he had set out to look for Baby, to look for the one person that could breathe life back in him… he saw her with Luca. 

Again, he had no right to feel the jealousy that raced through his bloodstream like venom, but it was there all the same, sharp and acidic and too damn destructive for its own good. And so there he was, standing meters away from Aphrodite, more than aware of his mortality to the point that he wondered if that feeling would ever go away. “Baby…” he tried, voice tight and eyes ablaze, but she kept going, her words like scratches that just seemed to infuriate him more till he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He let out laugh, harsh and cold before taking a step forward, but not enough to close the seemingly growing distance between them. “My heart, are you sure you want to play this game.” He hissed, another step forward. “I looked at no one the way I looked at you tonight… but I suppose that can not be said for the both of us.” Why would he when he was so terrifyingly entranced by her. His confession came out almost pained because it was true, and it scared him. “And I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. A plaything?” His mouth twisted into a scowl as he met her gaze head on. “I wouldn’t know anything about that… but you would know all about playthings, my dear, wouldn’t you,” his heart continued to ache as he tried to banish the memory of her wound so tightly around another man. “That’s what I am to you, after all, right?” It tasted like copper in his mouth. “A plaything.” 

Was that all he was? Was that what he was doomed to be? Electra perhaps thought the same way, had strung him along, only to cut at his strings when she realized she didn’t love him. Oh to be mortal amidst the divine. 

“And you of all people would know I can’t afford to do whatever the fuck I want.” He would no doubt lose her completely if he could… and he would much rather do far worse things than have that happen. “If I did, things would be completely different.” 

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Had it really only been a few hours ago that Matthew had pinned her up against the full-length mirror in her bedroom so that he could fuck her like a man possessed? Had it really only been a few hours since she had begged and pleaded for his cock and his cum as if nothing else in the world mattered even in the slightest? A cruel wind had blown in, and it had been more than enough to turn the tides between the two of them completely, and now their earlier rendezvous might as well have happened in another lifetime entirely. Looking at him now - it hurt, twisting the knife that had plunged deeply into her stomach the moment she had first seen him with that beautiful and mysterious woman back in the ballroom, and she could tell just by the way that Matthew was holding himself, like tempered steel that had been left for too long in the hearth and was now white-hot and threatening to shatter beneath the simplest blow, that she wasn’t the only one who was upset tonight. She had no idea what she might have done to earn his disapproval this time, but whatever it was, it invoked a harsh, humorless laugh from Matthew that she had never heard before as he finally turned around and looked at her directly in the face.

And he was livid. There was nothing fond or gentle in the sound of his voice as he said her name, and each word that escaped him afterward was more angry than the last. In that moment, she could have both slapped him across the face and kissed him desperately on the lips; they were constantly walking the thin and dangerous line between love and hate, and right now, Baby could no longer tell one apart from the other. “You look at me the exact same way that you look at every other woman in this fucking estate, Matthew; don’t you dare try to feed me that bullshit,” she said breathlessly, tremulously, fluttering towards him in the rose-gold gown he had all but worshiped her in mere hours ago so that she could jab one of her prettily-manicured fingers hard into the center of his broad and muscular chest. “And of course you have no idea who I’m talking about right now. What’s wrong, honey? Can’t keep track of your ten billion girlfriends?” 

Her voice wavered, quivering just as much as the cool nighttime breeze blowing onto the balcony, and she had to avert her gaze fretfully to blink past the dewy sheen of tears that had marred her luminous brown eyes. As desperately as she tried to retain her furious composure, there was no hiding the hurt that all but radiated off of her trembling frame; he wasn’t the first man to cast her aside as if she meant absolutely nothing tonight, and she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be the last, either. “A plaything. That’s what you think you are to me, Matthew?” she asked with a wobbly, incredulous laugh, looking up at him again beneath the moonlit sky overhead. “It took you less than two weeks of being my bodyguard to give in and fuck me, and even less time to leave me when the position no longer suited you. I think you know better than anyone else in the manor just how easy it is to do whatever the hell you want,” she added shakily, and she was no longer able to reign in her tears or stop them from cascading down the flushed apples of her cheeks. “Because that’s what you’ve always done, right? Collect as many hearts as possible so that you can stomp all over them when you’re done.” 

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Some days were simply meant to be better than others. It was a fact of life Cara had learnt over the years, and one aspect that had never wavered no matter what she did. Some were perfect, well executed, and added a few more noughts to her bank account. While others were – Well, those days you simply had to rinse your hands of. Ones to merely accept would be spent putting out fires of others making, where the end of the night had to be met with an expensive bottle of whiskey and some whiny, needy little thing to toy with until there were tears in their eyes and nothing but her title on their lips. 

Tonight was certainly the byproduct of one of those days, yet try as she might, the hunt for the latter just wasn’t in her. Cara had headed to the Gentlemen’s club with such a notion in mind initially, things progressing as they always did – Flowing drinks she didn’t even have to ask for, a few personal dances with no prompting from perfectly obedient little things that would have certainly been more than willing to scratch that itch. All it would have taken was a few choice words; a graze of teeth here, a light touch there - she’d have them eating out of the palm of her hand. Yet for some reason, the repetitiveness of it all only served to irritate. The similarities she saw in her playthings irrationally vexed her, even as she exploited them, and after a while that began to feel wrong, too. She was in a mood even she didn’t fully understand, and it was perhaps what irked her most. 

Cara always prided herself on her control, in every faucet of her life; entropy pressing outwards from inside her chest was hardly new, but the fact she couldn’t quite seem to quell it had her erring on the side of caution. When she got like this, she knew it was always better to be alone. Simply plucking a new bottle of 27 year Redbreast from the bar with expressed permission to put it on her tab before walking out the door. 

It hadn’t taken her long to figure out where she was going, an elaborate hot springs she’d been told of in passing by some squirmy giggle of a girl before Cara had opted for another of the many listed options. It was secluded, certainly not well known, and perfect for what she needed right now. Enveloping darkness had always comforted the domme a little more that she’d care to admit. While most feared how it muted certain senses she almost found calm in it. The soft pull of moonlight and rapidly dwindling background noise making it just a little easier to breathe. Her destination certainly wasn’t hard to miss at this time of night, the soft glow of light licking tendrils through the trees before she even reached the clearing. Shrugging off her impeccably tailored suit jacket, she was in the midst of unclipping cufflinks by the time she picked up that she likely wasn’t alone. The little slip of silk had her gaze wandering for other items of clothing, following unceremoniously discarded sandals to a girl that appeared almost - ethereal. Like some alluring little river nymph from legend, one that would disappear should she dare turn away – And yet on closer inspection, Cara would recognise that figure anywhere. She had spent months mentally mapping every inch of that sinfully delectable body, filing away pertinent information that had been used time and time again to have her falling apart at the seams. Such delicious torments seared into her mind that even from this perspective, and half enveloped in water, the domme was still confident enough in her assumption. The sense of familiarity a slight balm on her irritated soul.  

Bottle of whiskey left alongside her jacket in favour of picking up the kimono, Cara sauntered up to the girl with a well practiced sort of silence, fully confident in her ability to be heard before she was seen. “You know,” The blonde began, one hand slipping into her pocket while the other toyed with said piece of pink silk. “You really shouldn’t be out here all by yourself, as vulnerable and exposed as you are.” She practically purred, leaning into a crouch when Sophia inevitably turned towards her, hooking a finger under her chin. “You never know what vicious creatures might be lurking in the shadows, just waiting for such opportunity.”   

♡

Sophia was all too graceful for the peace and tranquility that the hot springs provided her; it had been far too long since she had felt wholly and truly relaxed, and there was no better prospect than spending the entire evening basking in one of nature’s finest feats. She wasn’t at all used to being alone, though, and had so rarely ever sought out solitude, even before Yadriel had drawn a constellation of scars along her young and fragile heart, and she found herself wishing, rather longingly, that she had requested the presence of one of the estate’s many dominants to join her. Still, as she dipped her toes into the water’s beguiling heat, looking for all the world to see like a woodland nymph in a watercolor painting, she could already feel a familiar warmth blooming between her milk and honey thighs, and her long, gossamer lashes fluttered demurely at the thought of the pleasure that even her own nimble little hands were capable of providing her with. 

Except - suddenly, coming from somewhere behind her, was the barest rustle in the foliage, and the almost unheard tread of whisper-light footsteps trailing over the grassy ground. Sophia blinked, then, not at all unlike a startled gazelle, and every inch of her bare frame was instantly tense and alert. It couldn’t have been Yadriel, could it? He had no idea where she was in the estate, and she’d certainly never shared the location of the manor’s hot springs with him when they were passionately in love in the heart of France. With a shaky swallow, the fairy-faced heiress forced herself to turn around towards her sudden intruder, but instead of a dark-haired and brooding Yadriel standing in the otherwise secluded hot spring, Sophia was pleasantly surprised to recognize Cara O’Reily instead. There, in all of her tall, blonde, and goddess-like glory, was the female domme that Sophia had spent entire days worshiping in the past, and the sight of her now, just as gorgeous as always, was enough to have her heart beginning to beat hummingbird fast, and she flushed instantly with a flood of rosy heat that spilled from the apples of her cheeks all the way down to her exposed decollete as well as the peaks of her full breasts.

“Madame O'Reily.” Her name, her title, tumbled past Sophia’s pouted pink lips in a breathless rush, and it was as if she was being led by an invisible leash as she moved towards the edge of the hot spring once more, each of her fluttering steps through the steamy water causing her long, faun-esque legs to tremble. Cara exuded power and dominance, and had played a crucial role in Sophia’s training as a submissive; there wasn’t a single inch of her lush, nubile frame that the older blonde hadn’t thoroughly and fully conquered, and already Sophia was just barely resisting the urge to crawl to her on her knees and kiss the very tips of her feet. Even as she shrugged out of her crisp blazer, she was still dressed to kill beneath, and it was all she could do to allow her gold-speckled green gaze to cast upwards, drinking in the sight of Cara’s stunning body that her tailored white blouse made known. She knelt, then, like a reverent deity offering a blessing to one of their loyal followers, and Sophia’s dainty hands instantly moved to rest upon the edge of the spring, her elegant little fingers trembling helplessly as she all but clutched onto the grass.

Cara touched her, then, one hand holding onto the silk of Sophia’s discarded kimono and the other stroking underneath her chin to capture her attention fully, and the young nymph mewed, twining almost all the way out of the hot water like a flower stretching towards sunlight just so that she could be all the more close to the commanding domme. “If I had known that you were the sort of vicious creature that I needed to be worried about, maîtresse, then I would have done my very best to provide you with a sacrifice worthy of being placed upon your altar.” Sophia’s voice was sweet and earnest, her words ringing true with sincerity and the lilt of her Parisian accent, and she turned to nuzzle one of her silken cheeks affectionately against the palm of Cara’s hand, and, with her fervent, eager to please viridian green gaze fluttering upwards to lock onto the domme’s striking blue, she kissed the tips of her fingers, even allowing her pink kitten tongue to flicker out and taste the intoxicating warmth of her skin. “S’il vous plait, it has been entirely too long, déesse divine. I - I have missed you so terribly.” 

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