Was there a choice...

You hadn't received your final bill from the hospital, but you imagined it would easily be in the $25 to $50000 range. And 50k from each family is another 600 thousand dollars. That's a lot of money... potentially life-changing money.

Despite having told the girls you were planning to take whatever was offered. A part of you really wanted to throw the offer back in Mr. Marley's face. But really there was no reason not to take it. Originally you weren't planning to sue; if for no other reason, you couldn't risk discovery due to your current lifestyle.

"What are you thinking?" asked Mr. Marley.

"Part of me wants to tell you to take your offer and stuff it," you grudgingly tell him. "But..."

But if this were in front of a jury. There's no telling how the fact that your fiancée is 31 years younger than you will play out," he stated, finishing your thought.

"I don't like it," you tell him after a long moment. "But I'll take it."

John Marley nods in satisfaction, saying, "I'm glad you're being sensible; dragging this out would only pad mine, and your lawyers bills after you retained them."

Resolved, you ask, "When do we sign everything?"

John sat back in his seat as he did the mental arithmetic. After a minute he nodded to himself, saying, "It will take two to three days to get the paperwork drawn up and the funds placed into escrow... so how about next Monday?"

"Monday would be good," you agree.

Getting up, he walked around his desk, shaking your hand, before escorting you to the door.

"Maggie, will see you out," he said, opening the door. Sure enough, she was already there waiting. Stopping at her desk, she had you sign a receipt and handed you a flash drive. Then she led you back through the warren of hallways to the reception area.

The girls immediately popped to their feet, hustling over to you. "How did it go, Uncle?" Krystal immediately asked.

Flashing them a smile, you murmured, "I'll tell you in the car; let's go."

You could see the tension bubbling in the girls as you made the trek back to the car. Finally unable to contain herself, Krystal loudly blurted out. "Tttteeeellllllllll uuuuuuusssssss, Uncle."

Putting the key into the ignition, you start the car. "They're paying the hospital bill plus six hundred thousand dollars," you finally tell them.

You wince as the three teens all start loudly squealing. After several seconds, you bellow out, "Settle down."

The girls immediately quiet down, and you let out a breath. "Thank you."

"Sorry, Daddy..." Lili quietly related. It's just that that's a lot of money.

You smile, saying, "Yes, and after taxes it'll still be a lot of money." Your eyes shift to Dallas, but now we have another stop."

After pulling out of the parking garage, you made your way back across the bay. Which was far easier with all the northbound lanes being open. Soon enough you were pulling into the familiar strip mall containing the tattoo parlor Fallen Angels and the sex shop next door, Sinners Sanctum.

Pulling in, you cut the engine, and remember that Angela had paid to have your car towed home that day instead of impounded.

Opening the door, you say. "Girls, we need to make a quick stop at Fallen Angels."

Closing the door, you walk over to Fallen Angels with three very curious teens following behind you. Opening the door, you could hear the electric buzz of tattoo guns. Looking around, you saw two people were currently getting worked on. One was getting a large eagle across his back, and the other was Trump's face, bandaged ear and all, on his arm. You were shaking your head when Angela came out of the back and saw you.

"Well, well, well, I wasn't sure we'd ever see you again after they hauled you away in the ambulance." She called out, approaching the counter.

You shrugged dismissively. "Well, it takes more than a bunch of drunken frats to keep me down."

Approaching the counter, she shakes your hand, remarking. "I recognize the first young lady, but these two make it now 5 young ladies..."

Her eyes twinkled with mirth as you visibly cringed. She then laughed, saying, "Hey, I don't judge; to each their own, so what can I do for you?"

Krystal leaned her hip against the counter and playfully quipped. "Yes, Uncle, what can she do for you?"

Angela's right eyebrow disappeared into the bangs of her hair. "Uncle issssss it."

Red-faced, you raised your hands defensively. "Yes, Krystal here is my niece... Now I understand you paid out of your own pocket for my car to be towed home after the fight."

Angela looked at Krystal, then you, then back to Krystal. The whole time her smile got wider as your face reddened further.

She then laughed in your face and leaned in close, whispering. "I don't know what you're packing, but if I weren't married..."

"Angela, it's nothing like..." you stutter, even as all three teens start nodding with Lili holding out her hands a good two feet apart.

"Like I said, I don't judge," tittered the woman. "But back to your question. I did pay for the tow; figured it was the least we could do."

"Well then, I'd like to reimburse you for the expense," you quickly say, wanting to change the subject.

"If you want, sure, we were planning on writing it off. If you give me a minute, I'll find the invoice." She replies.

Nodding, you reply, "That would be great, Angela."

Angela headed back to the office, leaving you and the girls alone at the counter. Krystal's hand inched over till you felt her run her fingers along your forearm.

"Ssssooooooo, Uncle, just how many tattoos have you paid for?" Krystal asked with a purr. "I mean, I know about Lilies, but who else..."

"He tattooed a Black D and a Scarlet W on the back of Bailey's neck." Lili quietly volunteered.

Krystal looked over, asking, "Who's Bailey?"

At the same time Dallas cocked her head, asking, "The goth girl?"

Sighing, you wearily confirm, "Yes, I paid for Bailey's tattoos."

Latching on to that, Dallas gasped, "Tattoos, as in multiple."

"Yes... multiple," you confirm, realizing the minefield you'd walked into.

Out of nowhere Krystal's eyes widened as she thought out loud. "I bet it was Bailey you were with after the car wash last night."

Exasperated, you say. "Yes, Krystal, I was with Bailey last night. "You then added defensively, "We went and saw the new Beetlejuice movie."

Lili then jumped in, adding, "You may have seen something, Daddy, but I doubt it was the movie."

Then you noticed that the tattoo gun from the chair nearest to you went silent. Looking over, both the tattoo artist and his client were staring at you as if questioning what they were hearing.

"Please, someone just shoot me and end this," you moan when Angela comes out from the back office.

"Found it," she announced, rejoining you.

"Thank god," you breathe out before asking. "So how much was it?"

Flipping around the invoice, she showed you it was $183.76.

Pulling out your wallet, you pull out your debit card and hand it to her. "Go ahead; just swipe this."

"I'll happily take your money," she joked while she ran the payment.

After a moment the machine started printing out the receipt. Pulling it free, Angela handed you the receipt, asking, "By the way, seeing as you're here, did you want to go ahead and book an appointment to finish the coloring of your friend's back tattoo?"

You mentally cringed as Krystal's eyes flared. Quickly, you reach over, slapping your hand across her mouth, muffling her.

"How does Saturday at 4 sound?" you quickly blurt out. Angela laughed as Krystal moved your hand, objecting. "Uncle, I was just going to..."

"I know what you were going to ask Krystal Darby," you blurt out, cutting her off.

Angela shakes her head in amusement, telling you. "Saturday at 4 sounds good."

Nodding to the door, you announce, "Okay girls, let's go."

Turning to leave, you hear Lili say, "I saw Bailey's shirt ride up when she bent over in the library and saw a T and a B."

Following, Krystal snapped her fingers, announcing to everyone close enough to hear. Which was everyone from the volume? "So she's a teen breeder."

Dying inside you marched out of the tattoo parlor. "What did I do to deserve this?" you ponder out loud.

Thankfully you were no longer in the parlor when Krystal, who doesn't know when to quit, belted out. "By slipping your dick in... uuurrrrffffkkkkk."

Looking back, you see Lili had hauled back on the back of Krystal's blouse while covering her mouth.

"Thank you, baby girl," you called back as you entered Sinners' Sanctum.

Angela's still very pregnant daughter greeted you from behind the counter.

You raised your hand in greeting, calling out. "No need to get up; I know what I'm looking for."

Ding Dong sounded behind you as the girls entered the shop. Krystal let out a loud squeal before asking. "Uncle, do you mind if we browse around?"

Looking over at your niece, you growl. "You'll be lucky I don't buy a gag and some paddles."

Krystal giggled as she turned away from you and halfway bent over. Looking back over her shoulder, she wiggled in a teasing tone. "Sounds hot; let's try it."

Shaking your head, you crook your finger at Dallas, saying, "Come with me."

Turning, you lead the teen back past a display of various lubricants and another of edible underwear. Dallas's eyes were everywhere as she followed you closely. Finally, you turn into the aisle with the collars and leashes, and she stumbles to a stop with a gasp.

Dallas's eyes were round like saucers as she gazed in bewilderment at the various bits of leather, cloth, and metal. Licking her suddenly dry lips, her left hand drifted up to her throat and visibly started to shake.

Turning, you approach Dallas, who was looking past you at the collars. Approaching the teen, you hook your index fingers under her chin and coax her eyes up to yours.

"Scared?" You gently prompt.

Not saying anything, the teen minutely shakes her head.

"Really," you ask. "After today, you belong to me." Raising your left hand, you cup her breast. Using your thumb, you rub Dallas' nipple through her shirt, causing her eyes to flutter as a tiny moan escapes her lips. Your right hand lowers as you flatten your palm against her smooth belly. "You'll crave my touch and I'll forever change your body."

Dallas leaned into your touch; her voice was thready as she whispered. "I-I-I know."

Removing your hands, you motion to the collars. "Then choose one."

Breathing heavily, Dallas approached the display. Out of the corner of your eye you see Lili and Krystal appear at the other end of the isle. Raising your hand, you shake your head, motioning for them to stay there.

Lili nods her understanding and latches on to Krystal's arm, who, despite a rebellious frown, stays put.

Reaching out, Dallas ran her fingers along the metal of several styles of forever collars. You could feel yourself start to get hard at the thought of her and Lili side by side staring up at you in adoration while twin circlets of metal encased their delicate throats.

Stepping close, you were about to ask her which one when Dallas gasped and moved past, then to the leather collars.

As if following a laser, her hand flew to a pink leather collar. It was 3 inches wide with a buckle in the back. Holding her breath, she ran her fingers along the hide as if learning how it felt.

Then as her fingers wrapped around the leather collar, she released the breath she had been holding and whispered a name. "Tabitha."

Gently, you place your hand on her shoulder, asking, "Who's Tabitha?"

Dallas's fingers tightened around the leather as she removed it from the rack. Looking down at the collar she was gripping, she whispered. "Tabitha was one of my best friends."

Turning around, she locked her gaze with yours, whispering. "Last time I saw her, she was naked, with th-this collar circling her throat."

Going down into your left knee, you take the collar from her shaky hands, asking. "When was this?"

"The night I was betrayed," she breathlessly announced. "Th-the owner of the strip club we were at was holding her leash..."

Dallas started to shake, and you placed your hand back on her shoulder, whispering. "It's okay; you can tell me."

A tear welled up in Dallas's eyes and slowly started steaming down her cheek. Breathing heavily, she tells you. "Gabby and the others all looked at me with pity, bu-but not Tabitha."

Dallas eyes flutter shut as she relives that night. "Tabby had her arms wrapped around the man's leg. And—and she had this... look of contentment."

"Contentment," you ask coaxingly.

Dallas nods, opening her eyes. "Yes, like she had found the place she was meant to be." She then looks down at the collar in your hand. "It was the last thing I remember before the drugs took me."

Your conscience started poking at you to end this and stop torturing the girl. Dallas's hands then wrapped around yours.

"Please, Daddy, please put it on me; show me where I belong." She whispered the need palpable in her voice.

How the fuck could Andy Reese do what he did to this girl? Anger welled up from deep within you. Begging, no demanding that you leave here, find the man, and rend him limb from limb.

But that was the last thing Dallas needed at this moment. So instead you beat it down, caged it, with a promise of later retribution.

You then wince as your knee complains as you stand up. Taking her hand, you say, "Let's go pay for this."

Your conscience in the background was angry, incensed, and accusing you of being no better than the man who abused and betrayed her.

But you fight the same internal fight. Locking it away because if Dallas Cabrera was going to belong to anyone, it was you.

Walking to the counter, you handed the collar to Terri along with your debit card. Lili and Krystal followed along behind the two of you, but blissfully Krystal was no longer acting out as she had been.

She now, for once, looked more thoughtful. You were sure she had questions, but that was for another time.

Terri processes the payment and bags up the collar. Handing it over, she says. "Thank you for shopping at Sinners Sanctum. I hope you have a good day."

You thank her, and you and the girls head back to the car. Instead of getting in the back with Krystal and Lili as she had done earlier.

She shyly asked, "Can I sit up front with you, Daddy?"

Opening the car door, you flash her a smile and nod. Getting in, you all buckle up as you pull out for the 30-minute or so drive home. The drive was accident-free and went quickly.

As you were making the turn into the neighborhood, Dallas reached over, placing her hand on your thigh. "Daddy, can you drop me off at home, please?"

Seeing no reason not to, you reply, "Sure thing, sweet pea."

Turning onto your street, you slow to a stop in front of home and tell the girls. "I'll be quick, girls."

"Okay, Uncle," Krystal replies as she and Lili get out and charge up the lawn.

You watch them disappear inside and tap on the gas. Pulling out Dallas reminds you, "I'm at 2216 Moccasin Way."

Giving a tiny nod, you turn left at the end of the street and go two streets to Moccasin Way. Pulling up to her house, it was a cozy 3-bedroom home that had two maple trees in the front yard.

Coming to a stop, you saw there was no car in the driveway when Dallas sucked in her breath. Her hand, which has been sitting on your thigh, abruptly shifted to your cock.

"Daddy, my mom and dad aren't home tonight. Can you collar me... in my room?"

You look deep into Dallas's eyes. You've seen many things there today: playfulness, need, and even pain. Now it was pure desire, the look of a female wanting to be taken and owned.