Page 42 of Double Daddies
“I’m listening.” Elle wanted nothing more than to jump up and run, but she knew she was caught in a prison of her own making.
“We need a break from a very hectic schedule and have decided to take a short three-month sabbatical on a private island we own in the Caribbean. You will join us and live with us as our Little.”
“As yourwhat?”
Double D Acquisition Headquarters, The Williams Tower
Drake and Damian
“Our Little.” Drake savored her confusion as he watched the word settle like a puzzle she couldn’t solve. “Our babygirl, to be precise, who we’ll protect, care for, and nurture.”
Her bewilderment pleased him deeply. Her innocence about their lifestyle meant they could shape her understanding and mold her responses exactly as they wished. The three-month timeline was merely a formality since they intended to create bonds that would make her unable to imagine life without them.
Damian observed her with compassion, but dark anticipation gleamed in his eyes as her confusion deepened. Though hisapproach was gentler than Drake’s, his intentions were equally absolute.
“Are you talking about some kind of... dominance and submission?” Elle’s voice wavered with uncertainty.
“You could say that falls under the general umbrella,” Drake replied smoothly, his lips curling into a knowing smile.
Elle’s gaze darted between them in clear disbelief. “Your babygirl? YourLittle?” Licking her lips, she gestured toward Drake’s tumbler. “I need one of those.”
Drake complied and handed her a crystal glass. Grabbing it, she immediately took a generous sip.
“For three months,” he continued, “we’ll manage everything. We’ll take care of all your desires and needs. You’ll be our special Little girl. You’ll have nothing to think about, have no stress, no responsibilities, or the need to make any decisions.”
Her eyes widened to saucers. The amber liquid sloshed over the rim as she trembled violently. “You can’t be serious.”
Their shared glance held triumph as her disbelief registered. Drake stepped closer and said in a firm voice, “You have two choices, Elle. Accept our proposal, or face felony charges for criminal damage.”
A small whimper escaped her. “I can’t just leave for three months. What about Elle’s... my employees…”
Damian produced a thick document that he placed on the coffee table in front of her.
“This contract outlines everything—the terms and our requirements of your stay, confidentiality agreements, and…”—he flipped to the last page—“our proposal regarding Elle’s Delicacies.”
Elle stared at the contract as if it might bite her. Beneath the downlights, the paleness of her face must surely make her look like a ghost.
The power they held over her future was absolute, and they both knew it. Her only choice was to surrender to their protection or face the destruction of her own making.
Elle might not realize it yet, but vandalizing their property had robbed her of the luxury of choice.
“I… I need time to think about this,” she whispered as she paged through the thick document, her eyes widening as she hesitated on certain paragraphs.
“We’ll give you thirty minutes to read through the contract and make a decision. I’m afraid we can’t allow you to take it with you. Either you agree and sign the contract right here and now, or we lay a criminal charge within forty minutes.” Drake’s eyes darkened. “Unfortunately, Elle, your choices are limited… all by your own doing. Our initial proposal was more… shall we say… lenient. Now… you have thirty minutes.”
“What if I can’t agree to certain terms?”
“That is one of the aspects that changed with your recent actions. Make no mistake, Elle, this isn’t a negotiation. That is the contract with set terms and conditions. The only concessions we will make in the future will be based on your own actions once you sign.” Damian smiled broadly. “You can make your transition to our Little as difficult or as easy as you choose.”
“Damian is right, but know this… there will always be repercussions for unacceptable behavior.”
Elle lifted her eyes to look at him worryingly. “What kind of repercussions?”
“You’ll be punished, little vandal. The severity would depend on your actions.”
“Again,”—she glowered at him—“you cannot be serious.”
“Oh, believe him, babygirl. Drake takes caring for our Little in the appropriate manner very, very seriously.”
