It had been nearly over six weeks since the ident.
The bruises were gone, the cast reced by a lighter brace. My arm was healing better than the doctors promised. But the real fracture wasn’t that.
It was them.
Bastion and Luca hadn’t stopped. Every morning a message waiting: take your pills, don’t skip breakfast, good morning, angel. Every night the same ritual before I turned my phone face down: sleep, baby. goodnight.
During the day it was worse. Bastion asking if I’d booked the follow-up appointment, sending me links to braces that looked less clinical.
Luca reminding me to change the ice pack, to keep pressure off the joint. Sometimes it was a car waiting outside with food I hadn’t ordered.
Sometimes it was a courier with flowers that looked like nothing out of a florist, because they weren’t — they were from the greenhouse that I loved.
It felt as if three years never happened.
I told myself to hate it. To see it as control. But every time my phone lit up, the part of me that hated them was drowned out by the part of me that had been starving.
I loved it. I hated that I loved it.
Waking up wasn’t empty anymore. The days had a thread through them, stitching me back to something I thought I’d lost. It was dangerous how quickly my body remembered. Dangerous how quickly I missed them.
And the truth was the same whether I said it or not.
I had missed them every day for thest three years.
Iy in the dark, staring at the ceiling, then I reached for my phone without thinking.
For a few moments I stared at the chat name: OURS
I opened it. This time, I couldn’t stop myself.
Are you awake?
Luca: You okay?
Bastion: Always for you.
I didn’t think—I just flipped the camera. A short video. Close-cropped, nothing but skin: corbone, the drag of my fingers down my stomach, over the curve of my hip, tracing to my thigh. No words. I hit send before my brain could catch up.
Bastion: Fuck.
Luca: Baby, what did we do to deserve that?
Bastion: do it again with sound.
My pulse spiked. I should have been embarrassed. Should have deleted the whole thing.
You reminded me I had a voice.
Bastion: Did they listen when you spoke?
Luca: We can make them.
Bastion: Force them on their knees. Take their hearing if they don’t.
Luca: Hearing your voice as theirst sound is too good for them
You two make me smile
Luca: Good.
Bastion: I miss seeing it.
Bastion: And we miss hearing you beg, baby.
The phone buzzed again. This time, not with a message. An iing call.
OURS — Audio.
My throat tightened. A three-way line. Both of them waiting.
I froze. Thumb hovering. If I answered, there’d be no hiding behind text. They’d hear me. Every nervous breath.
The screen kept shing. My chest tightened. Then, I pressed ept.
“There she is.” Luca’s voice was low, in a way that made my skin flush.
“Our angel finally picked up,” Bastion said, rougher. God. How did their voices have such an effect on me.
I swallowed hard. “Hi.” My voice shook more than I wanted.
“Can’t sleep baby?”
“Um. No. Why?” This time my voice sounded more steady.
“We’re going to help you. Lie back,” Luca said. “Put the phone by your head. I want to hear everything.”
“Touch yourself for us,” Bastion added.
I let out a sharpugh, nervous. “I’m fine.”
“If you were fine, you’d be asleep,” Luca said, with that calm controlled way, that made me nervous.
“Be a good girl. Do as you’re told.”
The heat in my stomach twisted. My hand trembled as I set the phone on the pillow beside me.
“Start slow,” Luca murmured. “Just fingertips. No lower yet.”
My hand hovered against my stomach, hesitant.
“Now lower,” Bastion pressed. “Don’t stop.”
I obeyed before I meant to. My breath caught.
“That’s it,” Luca said softly. “Good girl. Ours.”
“Louder. Let us hear you.”
A sound slipped out, small and humiliating.
“There,” Luca soothed. “Perfect.”
“Don’t hide it,” Bastion muttered. “Daddy wants it raw.”
My thighs trembled. I bit my lip.
“Don’t bite,” Luca ordered. “Breathe.”
Of course he knew. I exhaled shakily.
“Now, hold it.”Luca said.
“Say who it’s for,” Bastion growled.
“It’s—” My voice cracked. “It’s for you.”
Both of them exhaled at once.
“That’s our good girl,” Luca praised.
“Ours,”
The ache climbed sharper, needier. I was already close. Too close.
“Not yet,” Luca warned. “Hold it. Count with me.”
“I can’t,” I gasped.
“You can baby, for us. Count. One.”
I shook my head against the pillow. “Please.”
“Two,” Luca continued. “Three. Breathe. Four. Hold. Five?—”
“Beg,” Bastion said, “Daddy wants to hear it.”
“Please,” I whispered, voice breaking.
“Louder,”
“Please,”
“There she is,” Luca murmured. “That’s our angel.”
“That’s my good girl,” Bastion praised, rough but proud. “Now slow.”
My body was trembling.
“Hold it again,” Luca ordered.
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“That’s it,” he said, satisfied. “Control. That’s what makes you ours.”
“I hate you,” I panted.
“You love us,” Bastion said.
“We love you,” Luca added.
The cage snapped tighter. Their voices pressing from both sides.
“Now,” Lucamanded, sharp. “Let go.”
“Come for us, baby,” Bastion demanded.
“That’s our girl, nice and loud,”
The rush broke through me. My body arched, shaking, climax ripping raw as I gasped into the phone. My voice echoed in my own ears, mixed with theirs.
I copsed back against the sheets, chest heaving.
“Breathe,” Luca murmured. “Slow, angel.”
“Good girl,” Bastion said, softer now. “Daddy’s proud.”
A shakyugh slipped out of me. “I hate you for knowing exactly what I needed.”
“No,” Luca said gently. “You love us for it.”
“Only ours,” Bastion added. “You hear me, angel? You touch yourself, it’s for us. You breathe like this, it’s for us.”
I bit my lip, breath uneven. “It was… good.”
“Good because we told you how,” Luca said. “Good because you obeyed.”
“Next time youe, we’ll be doing it for you.” Bastion said.
“You promise?”
“It’s a promise baby. We’ll have you dripping on our fingers, tongues, our dicks.”
I pressed my thighs together.
“We’d do it now if you like,” Luca said, voice dipping darker. “Break into Alexander’s penthouse. Sit you on my face where you belong.”
Heat flushed through me.
“Mmm. Then what?” I asked, soft.
A sound like Bastion’s growl tangled with Luca’s exhale. “Baby, you’re teasing us.”
“I’m not teasing,” I said, almost innocent. “I’m remembering.”
The silence on the line broke with their breathing—sharper, heavier, like they couldn’t stop themselves from picturing it.
“What happens after that?” I asked, letting my voice change, softer, lower. “When I’m on your face?”
“We’d edge you,” Bastion said. “Because you need it.”
“And we—” Luca began.
“We fucking love it,” he finished with Bastion, the two voices ovepping.
My thighs clenched.
“I’d lick your pussy,” Luca said.
“And I’d hold you still, baby,” Bastion followed. “Not letting you finish until you fill Daddy’s mouth.”
“I’d be good,” I whispered.
Both of them groaned, rough, involuntary.
“We know,” Luca said.
“Our good girl,” Bastion added.
Their words tangled in my head, heat crawling across my skin. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, needing them closer.
“You’d cry for us,” Luca said.
“You’d shake, beg, try to pull away,” Bastion murmured. “And we wouldn’t let you. Because that’s what good girls do—they stay where Daddy puts them.”
I gasped. “Both of you…”
“Yes,” Luca echoed. “Your daddies. The only ones who know how to break you open and keep you safe at the same time.”
A sharp sound slipped out of me, raw.
“Good girl,” Bastion praised immediately. “That’s it. That’s what we wanted.”
“You’re perfect,” Luca added. “Ours. Our angel.”
I whimpered, the sound humiliating and intoxicating all at once.
“Say it,” Bastion demanded.
“My daddies,” I whispered, shaking.
Both of them groaned like the word undid them.
“That’s it,” Luca said, rougher now. “That’s all we need.”
“Don’t stop, baby,” Bastion urged. “Touch yourself for us again. Do it while you say it.”
My hand slid back down, still trembling from before.
“My daddies,” I said again, softer, needier.
“Good girl,” they said together.
The sound of their breathing filled the line, low curses tangled with praise.
“Pick up the pace baby,”
“That’s it, now slip your fingers in.”
“Your pussy is nice and wet isn’t it baby?”
“Yes,”
They groaned together, which nearly finished me.
“Rub your clit baby.”
“Such a good girl doing this for us,” Bastion rasped. “Fuck. We’d ruin you if you were here.”
“We’d make you beg until you couldn’t speak,” Luca added.
“And then we’d still keep going,” Bastion finished.
“I’d let you,” I whispered, voice breaking.
“Because you’re ours,” Luca said.
“Because you’re Daddy’s good girl,” Bastion corrected.
The praise pushed me over, the moan was louder this time. The sound echoed on the line, answered by both of them groaning, breaking with me.
They didn’t hide it—the way their breath dragged like they were finishing too, undone by the word daddies on my lips.
The line went quiet except for breathing.
Then Luca’s voice, soft. “Good girl.”
Bastion’s followed, lower. “Our perfect angel.”
I closed my eyes.
It felt likeing home.