18 - Italian Barbie

"Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word."

― Virginia Woolf

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

I woke up on Xerxes' chest. He was sitting up with me straddling his waist. "Baby?" Xerxes tipped my chin up.

I blushed furiously. What had gotten into me?

I got out of his lap, stepping on the floor. I looked at them. Xerxes was on the bed. Zavier was sitting on the kitchen counter with his laptop on his lap and Ashton was sitting at my desk, making it look ridiculously small.

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling humiliated. I couldn't blame them. I had not asked them to stop.

"Kitten." Zavier got off the counter and walked towards me. He pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms securely around me. I dug my face in his chest, my hands clenching the material of his shirt. "Don't be embarrassed."

He tried to pull away. I grabbed him tighter. "Baby."

I stayed where I was. My face was going to blow up, his muscular arms surrounding me weren't helping either.

He picked me up bridal style and kaid me down in the middle of my bed. I sat up and whimpered as my ass throbbed. They watched me with dark eyes. Xerxes shifted to sit beside me. Ashton came and sit on my right. Zavier sat down in front of me. They looked at me, eyes traveling my body.

"We need to talk," Xerxes murmured.

I wrapped my blanket around me, feeling myself blush more as my ass throbbed.

"I-" I bit my lip. "I ruined it?" Ashton frowned. "Ruined what?"

"Our friendship," I whispered. "I couldn't control myself and I..." I felt tears fill my eyes. I blinked them away. "I don't know...I feel weird."

Ashton shifted till he was sitting behind me. He pulled me between his legs, tucking me to his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything," Xerxes said, looking troubled. "We are the ones who spanked you..." He sighed. "Scared?" He asked.

I nodded. "A little," I whispered.

Zavier tilted his head. "Do you want us to leave?"

I bit my lip and gave him a tiny nod. I felt vulnerable...and small. "F-For some time." I wanted to think about this. I suddenly felt woozy.

"Are you sure?" Ashton asked, running his hands up and down my arms. "How do you feel?"

"Weird. I-I want you to leave. I-I will call you." Would I?

"Okay." They got off the bed. I wrapped the blankets tighter around me. They watched me for like a minute while I squirmed under their gazes. Zavier cupped my face. "She's in her subspace."

I felt weird. "What?"

"We can't leave you," Xerxes muttered. "You don't have to talk. Just let us take care of you, yes?"

He sat down and pulled me on his lap. I curled on his lap. I didn't want to talk. Ashton and Zavier sat closer. I felt their warmth surrounding me. I felt good and safe.

. . .

ZAVIER CREED

She had not run for the hills. Instead, she got into her subspace. What the fuck.

She was laying on my lap now. I pressed gentle kisses to her face, avoiding her lips, holding her tightly to my body. She was too fucking gorgeous.

"Baby?"

She scrunched up her nose. Okay, still in her subspace.

My phone rang. I silenced it and looked down at it.

Italian Barbie.

I laid Olivia on Ashton's lap. She curled on his lap. He tucked her to his chest.

I walked to the kitchen and attended to the call. "What do you want, Dante?"

"Who pissed in your cheerios?"

"You," I grumbled. I wanted to take care of her. Not talk to this asshole. "What's up?" I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, cringing at the contents of her fridge. She needed to eat better. She ate too kuch junk. Was that a half-eaten apple?

Xerxes would when a stroke seeing this. He was currently looking at Olivia's bookshelf. She had classics, which I had read, and some young adult fantasy novels.

"You got anything on the Russians, yet?" He asked.

"No," I said. "We caught some Russians running around the city. They don't know shit. They get orders from someone anonymous and then money delivered to their doorstep."

"We know it's Alexi."

"He'd be a fucking idiot to come to New York."

"That is true," he muttered. "But who else can it be. We know Alexi is the pakhan now, if he's anything like his father, he must rule with an iron fist. Whatever is happening, he's the head of it."

"Then we cut the head."

He hummed. "Then we cut the head." A pause.

"So, how's little Liv?" I hung up.

I texted Edrick.

Alexi's location. Find him.

There had been random bombing but no contact had been made. What the fuck were they playing at?

We had tightened the security around our every property. Cameras were installed all around them. If someone fucked with us again, we'd know.

We needed to kill Alexi and then make our way down the pyramid of hierarchy in the Bratva. Kill Alexi then his underbosses and then make out way down, killing every fucking one of them till Bratva was nothing.

I looked at Olivia. She was now mumbling something to Ashton and Xerxes, seeming to be slowly something out of her subspace.

I walked towards the bed and picked her up from Ashton's lap. I sat down on the bed.

"Kitten?"

She blinked slowly. "Hm?"

"Can you get up on your own?" If she could then she was out of her subspace. She frowned and shook her head. She didn't want to come out. Subs enjoyed subspace.

"Kitten..."

She closed her eyes, tuning me out. I chuckled. Little brat.

"Let's take you to the office, yes?" We had work to do but one of us could be with her all time.

She nodded. She liked our office. I could tell that much because she kept looking out of the window walls, at the city.

. . .

She came out of her subspace soon.

It happened because her mom called her. I wanted to throttle her mom. My Kitten looked at peace in her subspace. More importantly, I didn't what to talk about how she felt about the spanking. She had taken the spanks like a good girl, but I doubted Olivia knew much about what she liked in the bedroom which could result in her freaking the fuck out now.

Subs normally got into their subspace only if they trusted their dominant, they could get into it after hours of a scene. I had not expected her to get into her subspace. I had expected crying and then 'get the fuck out' or more like 'get the heck out' because she didn't curse.

She got out of my lap, something which made me frown, walked to the corner of the room to talk to her mom.

"Yes, mom?" "No." She hung up.

She turned around and looked at me. I picked my phone up from my desk.

She's out. I texted Ashton and Xerxes.

About half a minute later they both charged inside my office. She looked at them and then me, biting her lower lip.

I braced myself.

. . .

I'm not experienced with subspace.. so this was a hard chapter to write.

-_-