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One Hundred And Thirty-Eight
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2025-10-31 01:36:22
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Theo's POVI step away for a moment to gather a few other things I’ll need, keeping one eye on them as I move. When I turn back, Mason has finished the structure. He’s stepped back to give her space, his hands falling to his sides.She’s suspended just slightly, her weight cradled in the tension of the ropes. She’s not bound tightly. There’s enough give to keep her comfortable, enough support to hold her fully. Her body is turned slightly to the side, one leg bent, the other extended, arms tied behind her. It’s balanced. Precise. Artful. She doesn’t look restrained. She looks held.Mason doesn’t say a word as he steps away.I move closer and gently kiss her cheek, then her lips. She’s still calm, still settled, still breathing slow. I press the gag to her mouth, and she parts her lips without hesitation. No protest. If anything, she l
Dirty Daddies Underground One Hundred And Forty-Five
Theo’s POVShe watches me closely while I carry her up the stairs, her arms looped around my neck, her gaze unreadable. I try to think of the right thing to say, something that’ll make sense of what I’m doing, but the words don’t come easily.“I’m not crazy,” I start, then grimace. “Okay, I am. Let me rephrase that. I’m… sane right now. Or, well, saner than usual.”She laughs softly, like the whole thing is mildly amusing, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. It’s not that I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I do. I’m trying to tell her that this isn’t about edge play. I’m not dragging her upstairs to lose myself in blood or control or pain. I’m not pushing her into something because I want it. This isn’t for me. It’s for her.
Dirty Daddies Underground One Hundred And Forty-Four
Harper povA cold wave rolls through me, tightening around my ribs like a vice. My fingers grip the coffee cup a little harder as nausea creeps into my throat.“How did you find out what that house was worth?” Mason asks suddenly, pulling me back to the memory I’ve tried to bury for years.I blink, forcing myself to concentrate. “He had paperwork,” I say slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “From a surveyor, I think. He said he’d inherited the house a few months earlier after someone in his family passed. When the fire happened, they ran the numbers, I guess to claim insurance or just figure out what was lost.”“What was the estimate?” Nathan presses gently.It is easy to remember. “Something like one million six hundred. Maybe a little under that.”Nathan lets out a slow breath
Dirty Daddies Underground One Hundred And Forty-Three
Harper’s POVI look between Nathan and Mason, and something heavy settles in my chest. Whatever they’re about to say, I can feel it. It’s not going to be good. It’s there in the tightness around Nathan’s jaw, in the way Mason keeps glancing toward the door as if expecting someone to interrupt. Something’s coming, and it’s not something they’re looking forward to saying.“Theo doesn’t know much of this either,” Nathan says, his voice low but steady.So they kept it hidden from him too.The door opens before I can ask anything else, and Theo walks in holding two cups of coffee. He sets them both down on a side table, then reaches for me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t resist when he lifts me. I let him carry me to the smaller sofa tucked under the w
Dirty Daddies Underground One Hundred And Forty-Two
Nathan POVMy forehead is pressed flat against the desk, cool wood doing nothing to ease the pounding behind my eyes. The room still feels like it’s swaying, like I’m stuck on a boat with no anchor and no hope of finding shore. My mouth is dry, my skull feels too tight, and every blink hurts.I force myself to lift my head, groaning as my vision adjusts. Theo is lying on the floor like a discarded marionette, one arm flung over his eyes, snoring softly.What the actual fuck.I push up from the chair and stumble toward the door, gripping the frame for a second before steadying myself. Everything feels off. Too bright. Too loud. I need water. Or coffee. Or a new goddamn brain.By the time I make it to the kitchen, the sound of laughter rolls toward me, low and familiar. Mason and Harper.Perfect.
Dirty Daddies Underground One Hundred And Forty-One
Mason's POVMy eyes snap to Theo and Nathan, both of whom are still giggling about absolutely nothing.“Are you telling me,” I say slowly, “that these two idiots are high? Because they ate a lot of that stuff.”There’s a long pause on the line.“…Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”I hang up without another word.Theo and Nathan both look at me.“I hate you,” I say flatly.Theo grins. “You say that, but your voice says concerned guardian of two brilliant disasters.”Nathan gives a mock salute. “Permission to hallucinate responsibly, sir?”I groan and walk straight out of the room. They can both stay in there and laugh themselves into a coma.
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