Chapter 1
Knock knock knock
The doms heard the soft giggles and rustling of bed sheets still for a moment, then quickly erupting louder and more rushed than before. “Coming!” Shouted Marley, the lies already cooking up in her head dripping through her tone. Both men, of course, had keys to their sub couple’s apartment, but before Colton could jam his into the lock with the fury his brat was up to no good, Jace shot him a knowing smirk. “Let them sweat, Cole, I was almost hoping my little angel would pluck up the courage to break some rules in our absence.”
Both men’s faces snapped stern as the door was flung open. The more mischievous of the pair inched the door closer to her, as she saw their doms eyes scan the mess they had planned to clean up by the time they got home - which was supposed to be tomorrow. “Sir’s! We ah- what a surprise!” Marley beamed, engulfing Cole in a hug. He was rigid, but melted under her touch, sighing before running a hand through her hair and returning the hug. “You two behave yourselves?” Cole questioned, the raise in his eyebrow apparent enough in his voice, Marley shuddered while keeping her face buried in his chest.
Jace gently pushed the door open, hearing soft giggles escaping his little from beneath the Ana-shaped mound in her comforter. “And where could my little girl be?” He beamed, edging closer to the bed, the giggles grew in volume as he continued the impromptu hide and seek, he was too elated to hear how relaxed his babygirl was to be concerned she had slipped while he was away, and that Marley hadn’t called them. The covers were ripped off as the giggles turned to fits, Jace’s fingers buried in Ana’s sides as he teasingly scolded her for hiding from him. He picked her up effortlessly, tucking her long hair behind her ears. “Oh goodness, what's wrong, my angel? Has my princess been crying?” He coos, her face contorts, finding his words both hilarious and confusing. “No silly Daddy, I wasn't crying,” She says, her usual shyness returning to her voice. He pulled her close, making a mental note to brush up on the telling daddy the truth and telling daddy how you’re feeling rules once they’d settled back into routine. Her eyes were clearly red from a good, long cry.
Marley was rambling from one topic to the next, giving her dom a play-by-play of all the fun they had, although Cole could tell a few stories had been edited for his ears. His little girl was a magnet for trouble. “How long as Ana been like this, baby? You know you're supposed to call if one of you drops, or go wait down the hall with Master Chris until Sir or Daddy can come help,” He interrupts, scolding her lightly before looking her over in more detail. “You don’t seem all the way up either, young lady.” He appraised lowly, as he hauled her up into his arms. He leaned in, planting a kiss on her head, the pang of worry for either of the subs, but especially Marley was always intoxicating and flung him quickly into his own dom space. The sudden proximity to the much shorter girl's hair gave him pause, he leaned in to smell the usually addicting scent of her apple shampoo, only to freeze when he caught the faintest whiff of something else green.
A quiet rage washed over him as he set his girl down abruptly. “Girls,” He announced like a headmaster, glancing at Jace, who quickly stiffened at his change in tone. “You.” He shot at Marley, “Put your nose in that corner,” He ordered, trying to contain his rage. Jace followed suit, placing Ana on the floor in front of him, “And you, get your nose in that one.” He demanded, his attempt to soften his tone for the more fragile sub failed miserably, her discipline was usually left to Jace. Ana’s eyes welled immediately as she patted over to the corner, the more intimidating dom of the pair had pointed towards. She looked back towards Jace as the tears began to stain her cheeks. “Turn around and stay still. I better not hear a peep from either of you until we call you.” Cole snapped, running a hand through his hair.
Cole darted to the hallway, the anger palpable as a very confused Jace followed quickly behind. “What was that for?” Jace whisper-yelled, brows knitting together. Cole took a few deep breaths to steady himself. “They’re fuking high Jace. High!” Any attempts at steadying were short lived as Cole began to pace and ramble about how much danger the girls could have landed themselves in. “...and Ana’s reclassification is so new! They're smart girls Jace, they passed as Dom’s for years for heavens sake, i know they know how dangerous this shit can be, particualrly while we’re miles away!” Cole fumed, Jace looked skeptical but knew better than to add to the fire the man in front of him had become engulfed in. “Ok, ok. We’re here now. They're safe. You’re safe.” He reassured as Cole’s spiral edged on becoming a black hole, finally encouraging him to take another breath.
“And I mean, are you sure? How can you even tell?” Jace questioned full of disbelief. This seemed too far even for Marley and he especially couldn’t believe his angel Ana would be so reckless in their absence. “Are you blind, man? The red eyes, the giggling, the wrappers of all the snacks for the week scattered around the place?!” He asserted, Jace stared blankly, his experience with drugs was non-existent, while Cole was the reformed party boy. “Weed Jace! They smoked weed while we were away! Unsupervised! I smelled it in Marley's hair.” Jace's mouth fell open, “Well, I mean, look, w-we really don’t know if it was bo-” Jace was cut off as Cole stormed back inside.
He marched with long strides to stand behind the sniffling Ana, “Turn around, Little girl.” Cole demanded, Ana flinched deeper into the corner and hoped her Daddy’s soothing voice would take over, cutting through her Sir’s grating harshness. “Now.” Cole punctuated. She slowly turned around, “I’m going to ask you once,” Cole softened his voice as much as he could manage, the sight of Ana so upset tugged on his heart strings. Her eyes darted to find her Daddy’s, which were still in the doorway. “Look at me when I'm speaking to you, little girl,” He barked. She snapped her attention to her much more threatening Sir. “Thank you.” He sighed, “Now, did you and Marley do something naughty while Daddy and I were away?” He questioned, cool anger seeping through his calm tone. Ana cowered, looking to her daddy’s crossed arms before her gaze locked on the ground in defeat. She nodded, her tummy twisting in knots as a soft whine escaped her. “We use our big girl words with our Daddy and Sir little girl.” Jace called from the doorway. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” she admitted weakly.
Cole oriented her gaze back to his with a finger on her chin, “Did you take something?” He asked gently. “No, Sir,” she shook her head, eyes growing wide. “Did you smoke something?” His tone was softer again, which made Ana’s blood run cold with fear. How did he know? Marley had assured her that they couldn’t know. Her shoulders rose towards her ears, her mouth wouldn’t cooperate in weaving the kinds of stories she’d heard Marley spin a thousand times. Glancing over at her girlfriend in the opposite corner, she shook her head, averting her gaze once again.
She could hear as Jace paced over to join them, and the frustrated concern all over his face only made the tears flow more freely. “Little girl. I think Sir asked you a question.” Jace folded his arms as his tone cut through her last defences. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry, Daddy. I- I-I’m.. so sorry!,” She blubbered as the flood gates opened. Ana wasn’t the seasoned brat Marley was. Jace stepped towards Ana, only fueling her cries as she realised she wasn’t getting the hug she was so desperate for, instead she was turned around, her hands placed on her head and told in no uncertain terms not to move a muscle.
Cole marched over to Marley's corner, ripping her out of position without warning. “Go get it,” he demanded coldly. Her eyes had welled, not at the familiar tone of her enraged Sir, but at the sobs coming from Ana, which she felt responsible for. “Now. All of it.” She jumped into action, as he followed like her shadow towards a small box tucked out of view on the fire escape. She hung her head, handing it to the Dom, who thankfully seemed more at ease with the source of his worry now in his possession. “Now go get your phone and your bag.” Her stomach flipped. “My bag?” She repeated, hoping she had misheard. “Yes, brat. Your phone and your bag. And make that anything else that you know I’d be disappointed in finding,” He fumed as Jace directed his little to do the same.
The subs sat on the bed, their phones safely stashed in Cole's pocket as he held up the first bag, “What am I going to find in here, Ana?” He threatened, causing her to wiggle in place. Marley knew better than to leave evidence of her mischief lying about where the Doms would look, but she had through she would have more time to go over that with Ana before the Dom’s return. This weekend was supposed to be about harmless fun and if the doms had come back tomorrow as planned, they would have been none the wiser. “Girls, now is the time to come clean. We’re going through these one way or another, but you won’t like what happens if we find something you’re still hiding.” Ana squirms more furiously as Jace’s strict tone feels foreign, making her skin feel too tight and her mouth drier than it already feels. “Um, m-my, ah-h, my o-old ID card is in t-there.” She stammers, knowing the last connection to her old life was about to be cut into pieces.
“Why was it in your bag, Ana?” Jace demands, his newfound anger now overtaking Cole’s icy calm fury. She didn’t dare speak, there was no good reason a reclassified little would need a Master classification ID card to get into anything but trouble. “So let me guess. After Mr Chris tucked you girls in and we said our goodnights, you girls thought it would be fun to play Dom Sub at.. Oh!” Cole grabbed Ana’s wrist, flipping it to expose a faded stamp from Play Chalet . The Doms had seen enough and couldn’t begin to fathom the number of rules likely broken at the club.
Jace started on his tirade of how irresponsible they had been while Cole disappeared to pack the girls a bag each. “Marley, this is a shock even from you, and I can’t help but think you had more to do with planning this than anyone else, but Ana? I would never have dreamed my sweet angel would land herself in all this trouble! Drugs? Sneaking out to god knows where in the middle of the night with whats now a fake ID? You girls have really done it this time.”
As cole reappeared, the girls were dragged to their feet and out the door. The panic coursing through them only beat harder as they walked past the Dom’s apartment and towards Master Chris’s door. “Daddy, please no,” Ana whined as she attempted to break free of Jace’s iron grip. She had never been punished by Master Chris but had been close enough to hear more than one little boy and girl yelping for dear life over his knee. “No. You both owe Master Chris an apology. He was kind enough to help keep our precious girls safe while we were away, and clearly we should have taken him up on his offer of you two staying with him.” He muttered that last part as he tugged his wayward sub towards her impending consequences.