Dangerous black ties

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All of them seem to do their own thing, going off in different directions. Edison took me into the bathroom, setting me on the counter. He takes off his jacket and folds it up, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up.

"They are just getting everything ready so you can eat and relax before bed. Don't worry, baby." He says it as though he could read my worries.

He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Nodding in approval.

He looks at me with a smile, his eyes softer now but no less dominant.

Softly undoing the braid from my hair.
"How did we get so lucky?" He asked me softly, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

I look down at the tile of the ground.
Before he uses his two fingers to make me meet his gaze.

"Ready beautiful?" He asked me.

"Yes, sir," I say, looking at him.

"Let me help unclip this; it must be difficult with your arm hurt." He says as his fingers trace my back softly, making shivers go down my spine as he undoes my bra.

He turns the water off and picks me up again.
"You know that I can walk?" I ask him as he sets me in the water.

"I know that you can, but I like carrying you. After all, you are our principessa." He tells me, softly brushing my hair out of my face.

I didn't always understand why they wanted to do certain things or wanted to take care of me; the concept was pretty foreign to me at this point in my life.

He grabs a cup tilts my head back and pours the warm water over my head.

Repeating the process a couple of times before grabbing the shampoo and putting some in his hand before closing it and working the shampoo in my hair.

Before once again tilting my head and washing the shampoo out of my hair.

"I can do this, you know?" I ask him as I look at him as he works on cleaning me up.

"Babygirl, I know you can do things. It makes us happy to take care of you, so please just let us." He said, his thumb brushing over my cheek.

"Okay," I say with a small smile, looking into his blue eyes.

"Good girl." He says, placing a soft kiss on my slightly wet forehead.

He was still kneeling beside me, a strange sight that I hadn't gotten used to seeing yet. He grabs the conditioner and puts some on his hand, primarily focusing on my ends.

Dumping his hands in the water, he grabs my chin again, pecking my lips.

He grabs a dry washcloth and body wash, starting to wash my body gently.

"You are so perfect, he says softly, having hands washing my body and not lingering too long in one area.

He dips his hands back into the water and washes the conditioner out of my hair.

Once he was satisfied I was clean, he unplugged the drain. The water is escaping the tub quickly as he grabs a big fluffy towel.

I stand up, and he wraps the towel around me, picking me up again. He sets me back on the counter.

Just then the door slowly opened, and Alex peaked his head in looking at both of us. He holds a pile of clothes in his hand.

"Food is almost ready." He tells us. "Can I do that?" He asked as Edison plugged in a hairdryer.

"What do you say, Princessa?" Edison asks, still holding the hairdryer with a small smile.

"Okay," I say quietly, still wrapped in the towel.

Alex takes the hair dryer from Edison and picks up the brush off the counter, brushing and blow-drying my hair. Edison kisses my temple before walking out of the room quietly.

Once my hair was dry, he picked up the pile of clothes he brought me and helped me get dressed, being mindful of my arm.

"Let's go see if the food is ready, Tesoro." He says he is picking me up.

I laugh at him. "I can walk," I say trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

He hits my bottom one time. Before scolding me softly. "Don't do that; I could accidentally drop you."

He carries me into the kitchen.

Dexter is setting the plates on the table.

"What's with the pout?" he asked, looking down at me.

"She just got scolded; nothing to worry about," Alex replied with slight amusement that I was pouting.

Jeremy chuckles, shaking his head softly.

"What did you get in trouble for?" Edison asks for both his arms on the island, his muscular tattooed arms more noticeable along with the veins in his arms.

I shrugged, feeling embarrassed.

Dexter arched his brow at me. "Wanna try that again?" He asked seriously.

"He just got onto me for moving around while he was carrying me," I whisper.

"Do you understand why he got onto you?" Edison asked me.

"Yes, sir. I just don't like it." I say.

"Well, you are already hurt. I don't want to drop you because you're moving around and you end up hurting yourself more." Alex explains sternly.

Dexter says, "Pouting because one of us corrects a dangerous behavior isn't very nice, Bellissima. You should apologize to Alex."

Alex looked down at me.

"I'm sorry for pouting. Im just not some precious little," I say before getting cut off.

Jeremy says. "I'm going to have to stop you right there before you get yourself into trouble. That's exactly what you are. Not really, we know that. You are probably one of the strongest people we know. But to us, that's exactly what you are.

"Our little, our sub, our pet, our slave, and simply just you, but regardless, we will always try and care for you because to us you are our precious little thing," Edison says he is continuing his thought.

"Meredith. Listen." Alex says he's sitting me on the counter where I'm closer to looking at them in the eyes but not quite. "It's part of our dynamic that we have the desire to take care of you."

"You will get used to it, Bellissima; in fact, I think once you get used to it, you will find you enjoy us taking care of you and spoiling you," Dexter says softly, brushing his hand through my hair. His fingers. Working to quickly braid my hair to get it out of my face.

"Alright, beautiful, which one of us would you like to sit with?" Jeremy asked me.

After I look at all of them.
"I don't know it is too hard to pick," I say, looking at him.

"We had a feeling you'd say that," Dexter says with a chuckle, kissing my forehead.

Before Edison picked me up again and started to head to the table, pulling me in his lap. My plate slid in front of me, and Edison began to eat himself.

I glanced down at the chicken breast and all of them eating, exchanging small, boring talk.

I keep trying to cut the chicken, but my hurt arm makes it next to impossible.

After a while, Dexter glances at his watch as he just looks at me elbowing Alex. Jeremy, at this point, looks at me too. I feel the heat of the intense gaze as they look at me.

Edison whispers in my ear.
"Are you going to be a good girl and ask for help to cut your chicken?" He asked me.

Finally cluing me in on their looks.

Dexter arches his brow while Alex crosses his arms, waiting for me to ask for help. This was a test and one I was already failing at.

"Can you please cut my chicken for me?" I ask Jermery whose plate is the most empty.

"Oh course. gattina."  Jeremy said, sliding my plate to him.

While I thought it would be simple he would cut my food up and slide the plate back. He doesn't; instead, he cuts a piece and brings it to my mouth.

"I'm doing this because you spent the last 15 minutes trying to cut your chicken rather than asking immediately. I'm trying to show you that we just want to take care of you." He says he is still holding it out by my lips.

"Okay," I say softly, taking a bite of food. Edison kisses my temple as if to praise me for giving in a little.

Once the food was gone, we all sat down and watched a movie.

It was close to bedtime when Jermery took the lead. "Tomorrow, let's you and I bake together," he suggested. It'll be a good way to unwind and spend some time together. After you get your cast."

I smiled back, appreciating the thought. "That sounds great. I'm looking forward to it." Fully absorbing what he said. "Wait, do I have to do that? I've never had to have one before." I ask him

"Yes," Alex says firmly, answering for Jermery.

However, as I began to open my mouth to argue, Edison stepped in with a firm tone. "Yes. Meredith, you do; that's how you properly heal broken bones; there isn't any use arguing about it."

Jeremy nodded in agreement.

"Meredith, we know you have a hard time letting people help you. However, that is our job now. Your health, both mental and physical, is our top priority. So don't ask again." Alex says scolding.

I tried to protest, but their stance was clear. Reluctantly, I pouted; my frustration only seemed to increase their determination.

Dexter's grabbed my unhurt arm. "Pouting won't change anything. Just because you don't get your way, there are certain things we will not be lenient about. Your health is the very first one. So it's time for bed, and we're not going to debate this again." He tells me sternly.

I bit my lip and looked at them with a hint of sadness. "Can one of at least you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Yes," Dexter says, looking at me standing up.

"Tell everyone goodnight," he says to me.

I nod. "Yes, sir." I swallow my spit.

Look at Edison's intense blue eyes in me.
I walk to him and stand in front of him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, beautiful," he says, pulling me in for a kiss. "Sweet dreams."


I was softly pulled to by Alex.
He kisses me firmly. "Goodnight, angel, you are perfect for us; don't ever forget that. We are just trying to take care of you."

I walk over to Jermery.
Who has a warm smile, his kiss much softer and tender than the rest? It was a nice contract.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay, beautiful, goodnight," he says softly, brushing my hair with his fingers.

"Alright, baby. Let's get you to bed," he says, leading me back to the bedroom.

After I brushed my teeth, Dexter helped me get settled into bed.

I watch him strip down to just his boxers; all his tattoos are now on display.

Dexter settled comfortably beside me. As I lay there, my curiosity got the better of me, and I reached out to trace the tattoos on his exposed chest. My fingers followed the intricate designs, gently exploring the detailed artwork etched into his skin.

Dexter watched me with a soft, appreciative smile, clearly enjoying the attention. "You like my tattoos?" he asked, his voice warm and playful.

I nodded, continuing to trace the lines and shapes. "They're really interesting. I've never seen all of them up close."

Dexter's eyes sparkled with amusement as he relaxed further into the bed. "I'm glad you think so. They each have a story. Maybe I'll tell you about them sometime."

He let out a contained sigh, and the way he leaned into my touch made me feel more at ease. "I'd like that," I whispered, focusing on the delicate artwork beneath my fingertips.

Dexter's hand reached out to gently hold my other hand. Letting me continue to explore the tattoos,
I yawned one single time, and that was enough for Dexter to turn off the nightlight. Pulling me close to him.

The patterns are now gone from my eyesight, and I finally notice how tired my eyes are.

"Goodnight baby girl. I'll see you in the morning," he says softly tucking the blanket around me.

With the warmth of his body, he takes his hand off of mine and softly brushes his fingers on my back aiding in me falling asleep despite my best efforts.
The steady rhythm of his heart and breathing easily pushed me over the imaginary edge.

His strong arms wrapped protectively around me. I snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body as he whispered, "Sleep, baby girl. You're safe with me."

His hand continued to softly brush my back. Places a soft kiss on the top of my head.
"Goodnight, Bellissima," he whispered one last time before I finally succumbed to sleep, feeling safe and cared for in his arms.