Unwelcome Flashback
**FRIENDLY WARNING**
Unwanted Daddy, Books 1 & 2, is a BDSM story focused on the Dominant/submissive lifestyle. In this book, you may find the monikors given and used by the characters, not to your liking. Even the 24/7 dynamic practiced in this narrative can seem strange if it's something you are not used to. However, if you are confused by the dynamic written on these pages, and are curious about what you are reading, I would suggest taking some time to look into the Ddlg dynamic.
The relationship between our protagonists, Bobbi, Riggs, and Oliver is definitely fluid. Just like any other relationship, it is filled with twists and turns, and many layers. No one in this story is simple. They are complex beings that maneuver through a complex world. This is a story of polyamory, Ddlg, bisexuals, and above all else, family.
If you are still interested, then read on. I hope you enjoy some of the most memorable characters I have ever had the pleasure of writing about!
The thunder roared so quickly after the lightning manifested in the darkened night, it caused Bobbi’s heart to began to race. “This means the storm is over us,” she told herself out loud.
Out of nowhere, the sound of metal bins slamming together, along with a flash of light, seemed to cut the power to the house. Bobbi wanted so badly to start crying, but she knew she had to be mentally strong.
Riggs and Damon were away from home dealing with a problem, and Oliver left to check on Rodger and Brit. Bobbi had told him she was fine. She assured him that leaving her alone would not be something he needed to worry about.
Visions of her past life began to flood her memory and inundate her senses. The last time she remembers riding out a storm this bad was two years ago at Inigo’s, one of her many drug dealers. She clearly recalled laying on the sofa next to another girl and Inigo’s male roommate. He called it a ride or die party. Either they were going to ride out the storm together or die trying.
Inigo always had the good stuff for her. He said he kept it stashed away for when she came to his door. Bobbi could recall watching him heat up the powder and pull it into the syringe. The smell of the bubbling substance began to flood her senses, as if she was really there in the moment.
Her mouth began to water with the instant craving she was experiencing. If it wasn’t for the room being thrown into pitch blackness, she would be up right now trying to find something to satisfy this need.
Bobbi sat up in bed and pulled the covers over her head. She rocked back and forth, trying her hardest to fight the demands her body was insisting she act upon. When she wrapped her hands around her knees that were plastered to her chest, her fingernail accidently raked across her skin. For the briefest moment, her intense desires disappeared. Maybe if she continued to scratch herself, then the yearning for the syringe would stop. Holding her arms, she gave in and continued to scrape her flesh.
Oliver entered the room holding his cell phone in front of him as a flashlight. Following immediately behind him was Rodger and little Brit.
“Baby Girl, come sit over here.” Rodger directed Brit over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He leaned over the grate and quickly lit the gas fire by turning a knob and sparking a match.
Within seconds there was light in the darkened room. Oliver could see a lump sitting up under the covers. Bobbi was letting out a small hum as she rocked back and forth. A smile stretched across his cheeks at the sight of his babygirl.
“Bobbi, I’m back. You can come out of there, baby.” As soon as Oliver pulled the covers back he gasped at the sight.
“Bug, what did you do to yourself?” he shrieked.
Bobbi stared up at him while continuing the only motion that was soothing her.
There was blood covering both of her arms and hands. Reaching towards her, Oliver grabbed hold of Bobbi's fingers, stopping her from doing any further damage.
“Rodger, I need you,” Ollie yelled across the room.
Leaving Brit to warm herself by the fire, he jogged over to see the horrible display of self-harm. “What the hell?” he said to himself, unsure of what to do. “Why did you do this to yourself, Bobbi?”
With tears in her eyes, she stared up at both of the men while continuing her rocking. “I-I could smell it and taste it. I need some, but Daddy said no more.”
“She’s not making any sense,” Rodger told Oliver.
“She means the drugs,” Brit informed them. She had heard Rodger’s surprise and decided to come see for herself what all the commotion was about.
“Bring her into the bathroom. I need some medical wrap, gauze bandages, two sterile towels, and some antibiotic ointment.” When neither of the men moved, she barked her order. “Now!”
That seemed to get them moving. Rodger headed downstairs to retrieve the medical and first aid bags that were kept in the pantry of the kitchen. Oliver carried Bobbi into the bathroom and set her on top of the counter next to the sink. He watched as little Brit quickly transformed back into the Registered Nurse she was trained to be.
“Bobbi, this is going to hurt a little bit, but I need to clean these wounds.”
Oliver heard the same softness in her voice that she had the first day they had met Brit.
“Okay, here’s everything,” Rodger panted, dropping two bags on the counter.
Continuing to speak softly and carefully, as if she was dealing with a spooked animal, Nurse Brit continued instructing the men on what to do.
“Oliver, I need you to go through the bags and find some antibiotic wipes. They are inside the first aid bag on the right-hand side.
"Rodger, what I’m about to do is going to hurt her so I need you to hold her hand so she has something to squeeze.” Rodger did as he was told, holding onto Bobbi’s bloody fingers.
“Bobbi, can you tell me about the craving you were trying to get rid of?” Brit continued to talk as she prepared the wet towel.
“Is that a good idea?” Oliver asked. “Shouldn’t we be trying to stop the memory instead of keeping it alive?”
Giving Bobbi a reassuring smile, Brit pressed the towel against her arm, eliciting a hiss from her patient.
“When we talk about the cravings, we bring them to the forefront, allowing us to associate the memory with something new. This helps keep this particular memory from taking hold again. Isn’t that right, Bobbi?”
Nodding her head, Bobbi began to cry. “I-I…the storm…”
“What about the storm? Did the storm trigger a memory?” Brit continued to speak softly and slowly, helping Bobbi to recollect a specific moment in time.
“I was at Inigo’s house. He had the good kind, you know? He kept it just for me.
"There was a storm, like the one tonight. When he put the needle in my arm I didn’t care about the thunder and lightning. It felt so good to lay on the couch with the others. It felt as if I was the storm. It was magical.”
As Bobbi continued to explain, the tears stopped and a serene, peacefulness came over her. She closed her eyes and smiled as she relived that moment in time.
Rodger and Oliver shared a worried look, but Nurse Brit didn’t seem to be affected by it at all. “What else, Bobbi? What else made that night so desirable?”
“The feelings,” she continued on. “Inigo always took me for payment. He and his roommate made all the sounds disappear and replaced them with pleasure. It made my head swimmy with what they did to me.”
“How long were you there for?” Nurse Brit asked, trying to keep the discussion going.
“Oh, a long time,” Bobbi shared with her. She nodded her head and smiled at the memory. “When I tried to get off the sofa, Inigo would shoot me up again. He kept me feeling good for a couple of days. It was wonderful.”
“But what happened after a couple of days?” Brit continued.
Suddenly Bobbi’s smile went away and a frown disfigured her face. “He threw me out of his house. I scraped my chin on the concrete. It hurt a lot.”
“Why did he do that?” Brit asked.
Bobbi continued to recollect the memory with her eyes closed. It seemed to be playing out like a movie in her head.
“Because my bottom hurt. He let his friends use me so much that I was bleeding. When I told him no more, he got mad and threw me outside without my pants on. I had to pound on his door so someone would give me my clothes.”
A deep growl began to come from Oliver. He seemed to be taking meticulous notes in his head. The story he was bearing witness to made him angrier and angrier.
Nurse Brit finished what she was doing and laid her hands on Bobbi’s legs. “That sounds like a bad memory, Bobbi. Not a good one.”
Tears began to run down Bobbi’s cheeks as she nodded her head. “It was a bad memory. I don’t like it.”
“Maybe next time there’s a storm, you can remember how you felt when he got mad at you. All those feelings and emotions seem to outdo the good ones. Don’t they?” Bobbi sniffled and bobbed her head.
Nurse Brit began to pat the sides of her legs to pull her out of it. “Guess what? We’re all done!”
Bobbi finally opened her eyes to see her arms bandaged with purple medical tape. She smiled when she realized the color. “I didn’t feel anything. You’re really good at this!”
“Now we get to wash those hands,” Brit informed her.
She turned around and motioned towards the door with her head. “Maybe you two can wait for us out there?”
Rodger nodded and gave her a kiss on her head before leaving. “You did really good, Baby.”
His words made Brit blush and instantly feel like his little submissive again.
After Oliver and Rodger closed the bathroom door behind them, Rodger sat down and watched Oliver pace in front of the fireplace. “You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?”
Walking back and forth, Oliver shrugged his shoulders at the comment. “You don’t know that.”
“The fuck I don’t! Hell, if you don’t do it, then I will!”
There was giggling coming from behind the bathroom door which stopped the pacing. Oliver and Rodger shared a similar smile knowing they just heard the sounds of having their little sub's back with them.
Knocking on the door, Oliver raised his voice so he could be heard. “Alright, little ones. It’s time to come out of there so we can get you back to bed.”
Rodger began to laugh once he heard their little-speak coming closer to the door. If only the men knew what their girls were saying!
Bobbi opened the door slowly and peeked out from around the back. When Oliver took a step towards her, she squealed and hid herself away.
“Well, it looks like they don’t want their special nighttime snack, Rodger. I guess we’ll have to eat the chocolate-chocolate chip cookies that Nanny made, all by ourselves.”
Jumping out from behind the door, Bobbi and Brit let him know what they thought of that idea. “Nooo! Nanny made those for us!”
“She may have made them for you, but little girls that don’t do what they’re told don’t get to eat Nanny’s cookies.” Oliver was becoming stricter than Bobbi liked.
She stuck out her bottom lip and gave him a pout. Seeing her attempt at manipulation, Oliver scooped her up in his arms and threw her in the air. Bobbi screeched at the surprise of his actions.
When he caught her, Oliver gave her a sweet kiss on her head. “Ollie would never keep cookies away from a good girl and you are a very good girl.”
There was another crack of lightning followed by a long rolling thunder. Bobbi’s eyes opened wide in fear.
Oliver set her on his hip and squeezed her tight. “Ollie's not going to leave you again. I promise.”
“What about my cookies?” she asked concerned.
“I’ll go!” Rodger volunteered. “How about you two get in bed with Ollie, and I’ll be right back with a plate of treats.”
Bobbi shimmied out of Oliver’s grasp and ran over to the bed. Brit was right behind her, willing to do whatever Bobbi did.
After eating an entire plate of homemade cookies, both girls laid down in their daddy’s arms to drink their night time juice.
Once they were asleep, Oliver grabbed his phone and began snapping pictures of Bobbi’s fingers.
“What are you doing?” Rodger whispered.
“I’m taking pics of the blood that is still under her nails.” He then aimed the camera at her arms that were wrapped from her shoulder to her elbow.
“What are you going to do with those?” Rodger was curious now. Was Oliver going to use them when he killed the drug dealer?
There was a sound of a whoosh as a text message was quickly sent. Within less than a minute, his phone was chiming.
Riggs: What the fuck am I looking at?
Oliver: Our Princess did some damage to herself tonight. The storm triggered some old cravings. This is what she did in an attempt to curb them.
Riggs: Can you talk?
Oliver: No. She’s laying in my lap sleeping. I gave her some broth and she passed out.
Riggs: I’ll be home in the morning. Keep her in submissive-little mode so this doesn’t happen again. Do we need to bring a doctor with us?
Oliver: No. Nurse Brit immediately kicked into gear when she saw the damage. She is a lifesaver!
Riggs:… Damen said he’s proud of his girl and she’s going to get something special for this. Is she back to being a submissive-little again?
Oliver: Yep. She’s laying in Rodger’s lap sleeping. We’re all in our suite staying warm by the fireplace. Powers out. Be careful out there. Love you.
Riggs: Love you too. See you in a few hours.
Rodger laid his head back against the soft headboard and closed his eyes. “He’s pissed, isn’t he?”
Oliver let out a funny sounding snark. “Not as pissed as when I tell him the story she told us. It might have been a couple years since that incident, but little does that scumbag know, he signed his death warrant.”
There was a private smile that crossed Rodger’s cheeks before he found himself drifting off to sleep.
“Ollie! Ollie, wake up!” Oliver could feel the pressure of his babygirl’s hands against his chest. When he peeked his eye open, he was greeted with a big smile.
“What is it?” Oliver asked after yawning.
“Ollie, I have to potty and I can’t hold it much longer.” Bobbi was precariously balancing her bottom on the heel of her foot.
She had slept all night, but due to her injury, Ollie had forgotten to have her use the restroom before going to sleep. Now she found herself in such a dire situation, she wasn’t sure she was going to make it to the bathroom.
“Then why didn’t you just go?” Oliver asked, trying to understand the situation.
Bobbi let out a little squeak when she felt a wetness on her foot. “I don’t think I can make it!”
“Oh God!” Oliver quickly scooped her up in his arms and ran towards the bathroom.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get there in time. Now they were both in need of a shower.
Oliver stared at the reflection of himself and Bobbi in the mirror. His entire right side was soaking wet. The look on Bobbi’s face was of shame, but Oliver saw the humor in the situation. He began laughing, causing Bobbi to do the same.
“What do you say we get in the shower then get some food in your belly?”
“Choco chip pancakes?” Bobbi asked.
“No. No more chocolate. You had enough last night. How about some bacon and eggs?” Oliver tried to reason, but he forgot who he was reasoning with.
“Choco chip pancakes!” Bobbi demanded. “No bacon and eggs!”
“Fine. No bacon and eggs. How about some waffles with strawberries?” Certainly, that can’t be a no-go for his submissive-little. She loves strawberries!
Bobbi stared up at the ceiling as if in deep thought. The options were bacon and eggs, or waffles. Hmmm…what to do…
“No. I want choco chip pancakes,” she reiterated.
Ollie had just about enough of little Bobbi’s obstinance. He set her down and started the shower without giving her an answer. Instead, he silently left her standing in the bathroom for a moment before coming back with some scissors.
“Give me your arms, Bug. I need to take the wrappings off before we get in.”
Unsure of how to take this turn of events, Bobbi held her arms out without making a sound. When Oliver cut the bandages off, she looked down to see a mangled mess.
Tears began to form in her eyes as she forgot all about the choco chip pancakes and instead, worried about her arms.
“What happened, Ollie?” Bobbi’s fingers made their way into her mouth. She began sucking and crying at the same time.
“Don’t you remember, Bug? Last night you scratched yourself, but it’s all going to be okay. Nurse Brit fixed your owies. After the shower we’ll have her check you out and place new bandages on them.”
Oliver wasn’t worried that she didn’t remember. He was used to how her mind worked. Trauma responses in Bobbi’s world came with a lot of memory loss and a lot of explaining over and over again.
More sniffles were heard before Bobbi nodded her head. “Okay Ollie.”
Oliver realized that some part of her mind must’ve remembered something, even if she couldn’t tell him what it was. Understanding he was going to have to soften his approach, Oliver undressed her himself and led her into the shower.
Once they were both cleaned up, Oliver carried her into her private room to get her dressed. He sat Bobbi down on the side of the bed, then sent a quick text to Rodger.
“Hey Bug, I need to get some clothes on you, but I'm going to have Brit come in and rewrap those arms before you get dressed. Are you okay with that?”
He heard the door of the bedroom open as he was explaining the plan to Bobbi. Surprised at how quickly Rodger and Brit made it to their room, he yelled so they would know where to go. “In here!”
“I figured that.” A deep voice startled Oliver. He turned around to see Riggs standing in the doorway.
“Daddy!” Bobbi yelled, trying to push past Ollie.
Oliver quickly caught her and helped her down from the tall bed frame. The moment her feet hit the floor; her naked little body made a run for it. Thankfully Riggs was ready and scooped her up and attached her to his front.
“How’d my little bug do without Daddy here?” Riggs plastered kisses all over Bobbi’s cheeks and neck, making her giggle uncontrollably.
“Stop it Daddy!” Bobbi perched her fingers in her mouth while still trying to wiggle away from his kisses.
When Riggs reached up to pull her fingers out, he caught sight of her arms. Giving Oliver a precarious look, he placed Bobbi back down on the mattress to get a closer view.
“Knock-knock!” Rodger’s voice called out from the other room.
Oliver yelled for them to come into Bobbi's bedroom. He smiled when he saw Brit dressed in one of her favorite little dresses. Rodger had done her hair in pigtails and attached big pink bows to each one, that matched her outfit. When Bobbi saw her she immediately began bouncing up and down on her bottom.
“BrieBrie! Wanna have some choco chip pancakes?”
Brit giggled and nodded her head in excitement. Just before she was about to skip over to Bobbi, Rodger stopped her and pulled her aside.
Lowering his voice so only she could hear, he explained what he needed her to do. By the time she turned back around, BrieBrie was fully into Nurse Brit mode once again.
“Can I see your arms?” Brit asked with the same nurse voice she had used the night before. Bobbi gave her a face that said she didn’t understand why, but she did as she was requested anyway.
Turning towards Rodger, Brit began placing requests. “Pater, can you please get the first aid bag for me?”
Rodger gave her a quick kiss on the head before leaving the room. “Whatever you need, BrieBrie. Pater will be right back.”
“Thank you for this.” Riggs followed up Rodger’s kiss with one of his own. “Do you think you got this? I need to speak with Ollie in private.”
“I’m okay, Riggs. I’ll yell for you if I need you.”
Following Riggs into the main bedroom, Oliver motioned for him to head out to the balcony. Once outside, he explained to Riggs what had happened the night before.
Sitting down in one of the deck chairs, Riggs folded his hands and rested his chin on his fingers. “So when are you killing him?”
“Why does that question keep coming up? Rodger said the same thing to me!”
“Probably because it’s obvious you are planning it. I know you too well, Ollie. There’s no way this guy is going to go unpunished now that we know.” Riggs continued to watch Oliver for any sign he was correct.
Sitting down in the chair next to him, Oliver ran his fingers frustratingly threw his hair. “I’ve already sent out messages to some of my old buddies. I should have some information on who this guy is by the end of the day.”
Riggs reached over and jostled Oliver’s hair. “Good boy.” He knew his boyfriend hated it when he did that, but Riggs could not resist.
“She really did a number on herself last night, didn’t she?” Riggs was still watching Oliver closely for any indication of how bad last night really was.
“When I pulled those covers off of her… I thought I was looking at a murder scene.”
“I’ll put in a call to her psychologist.” Riggs rose from his seat and held his hand out for Oliver to take. “Let’s get back in there. Our little girl wants choco chip pancakes.”
“I already told her no,” Oliver informed him. “She said no to bacon and eggs also. The only thing she didn’t disagree with was waffles.”
“So she agreed to eat waffles for breakfast?”
Shaking his head, he began to chuckle to himself as he recalled their earlier argument. “Not exactly. I think she’s trying to break me.”
Riggs gave Oliver a quick kiss before they entered Bobbi's room. “It’s very possible,” he agreed.
