Three was Mila's lucky number, it was also her favourite number. Something about it calmed her. She enjoyed having three of everything or doing something three times. So surprisingly, when three men appeared in her life, it was a good sign. Like the...
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It's eleven in the morning, and honestly I really feel like being lazy. So when Mila asked us to surprise her, I quickly shouted to have a day in with food, tv and the three people that matter most to me.
Luckily, they all agreed.
Mila insisted on building a fort. After we gathered all the blankets and pillows we had in the house, we immediately got to work. Grabbing some chairs from the kitchen and draping blankets over them, then placing a few blankets onto the ground so we'd be comfortable, to finish it off Mila threw all the pillows onto the blanket on the ground. She looked at the masterpiece we all created and smiled, clearly very pleased.
"Now we need snacks!" Her eyes turned to Badr as she spoke.
Obeying to her command, he left the room to gather some of the snacks he has kept locked away from us. He claims they are very unhealthy and he is the one in charge of whether or not we're allowed to have them. I inwardly roll my eyes at that, he acts like he's our dom sometimes. I understand he likes to take care of us but he must be crazy to think I'll, or Marcel, ever submit to him. That's Mila's role.
He returned with crisps, haribos, chocolates and some fizzy drinks. "I've ordered some food as well."
Marcel caught Mila in his arms and kissed her all over her face. "Thank you baby, you've managed to make B loosen up and allow us the scran of our lives. You wouldn't believe how much he has deprived us of that cupboard."
She giggled, "You do realise if you were so desperate for sugar you could've bought it yourself."
"And spent my money while knowing full well there's about eighty quids worth of it here, fuck no!"
Badr rolled his eyes at Marcel's dramatics and placed the food at the entrance of the fort, that was in-front of the tv. We all got in and got comfortable, Mila in middle of us with her body relaxing into Badr's, while me and Marcel lay on either side of them both.
"So little miss, what we watchin'?" Marcel asked as he tickled her sides. Mila giggled loudly and squealed when he wouldn't stop, eventually she held up Badr's arm and hit Marcel with it. I choked out a laugh as his face dropped. "Did you just hit me? And here I thought you cared about me."
"It wasn't me, it was B. I would never!"
"Erm, excuse me," Badr spoke and gripped Mila's chin so that their eyes connected. "What did I do?" His voice was deep and stern, I could tell he was testing the waters on how she'd react.
With wide hazel eyes still on his, she pointed at Marcel, who was looking at this interraction just as intently as I, and whispered, "You hit him?"
"I hit who?" Badr liked respect, whether it was to me, him, or even Marcel, and referring to Marcel as 'him' irrated B. Especially since Marcel is right here. "Doesn't 'him' have a name?"
She nodded and I gently tapped her thigh, so the boys wouldn't noticed, to remind her to use words. "He does."
Badr nodded approvingly at the fact she spoke her answer and proceeded with the conversation. "Then I suggest you use it. So lets start this again, what did I do?"
"You hit Marcel."
Badr chuckled darkly, "I gave you an opportunity to correct yourself here. Are you lying to me, baby?" She frowned, clearly not understanding what he meant. "Did I really hit Marcel?"
She whispered a no as her gaze fell to her lap.
"Look at me when I speak to you." Her eyes met his once again. "Well, if I didn't do it who did? I suggest you think very clearfully when answering sweetheart."
"I hit Marcel."
"You really upset Marcel baby, so what do you say?"
As if glass had dropped and shattered into pieces, she broke into tears and directed her words towards Marcel, "I sorry."
It fasincated me at how quickly Badr managed to break people into bending at his will and also at how gently he did it. Badr is the only one out of us three who didn't care about easing a person in, once they've consented then he was free to do whatever he willed. Out of us three, Badr is the hard dom and Marcel the soft dom, whereas I lay somewhere in-between. I'm capable of being sadistic and strict but no way near at Badr's level.
I look at Marcel and Mila, now he's holding her and whispering to her what a good girl she is. Even though he is being soft with her, it doesn't change the glare he's sending Badr. The latter just shrugs and mouths 'we need to push her limits'. Marcel shakes his head and speaks no words but we all know that meant 'not so soon'. We all knew B's just sent her into little space, he could've just made her submit but no, he pushed the exact buttons so that she'd slip.
"Why?" I whispered to Badr.
"I'm testing her limits."
"You could've just made her submit."
"She never told us if she's slipped into little space before and if so, her age range."
"Then we could've talked about it or done something else to make her slip, rather than scolding her until she cries and slips!"
"There's nothing wrong with what I did, I just spoke to her on how she should behave. This will also show her she can trust us to take care of her."
"You remember in vampire diaries when Klaus told Caroline how he saved her life twice and she retorted how that was only because he put it in danger twice. Well, this is feelin' pretty similair." I glared at him with narrowed eyes, he knows how I felt about that show we watched it together after all.
Badr rolled his eyes and sighed. He knew very well there was other ways about this and he was harsh on her over nothing.
