Page 12 of Twisted Bonds
"But you best be buying me the most expensive dress, and it better be the most gorgeous one there," I muse with a cocked brow.
"I wouldn't have my pretty little whore dressed any other way. Dressed like a queen, you will be." His smile stretches across his face.
Smirking, I lean in and drag my tongue up through the opening of his pants. Inhaling the scent of sex still lingering on him, I ask, "What's that saying... A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets, or, in this case, a queen in the streets?"
Throwing his head back, he laughs. "Yes, I guess you can say something like that." He raises my head. "I need your measurements so my designer can make you something to wear."
"What? You don't know what they are?" I tease.
"I could guess and be close, but I want it fitting like a glove." He brings me back to my feet before sliding his hands over my curves. Turning me slightly, he looks at my ass as his hand caresses it…just before he slaps it. "I want to show you off, Ryan. I'm proud to be able to have you on my arm for the night."
My heart begins to race with the words he's saying, and I know I had better leave. This is why we fuck and then part ways. The longer we stay within each other's company, the sappier shit starts to be said.
"I should let you get back to work…"
"Is everything okay?" I watch as the lines on his forehead crease.
Smiling, I lean in and lower my voice. "I'm going to shower while Liv is resting because I plan on going upstairs tonight…in case you're interested."
Bain's hand is around my neck instantly. "Stop being a tease. You know damn well I'll be up there with you. In fact, I want you to plug that beautiful ass after your shower, because it deserves a little loving, too."
My back hole clenches, but I love anal with Bain, so I'll say yes, every single time. "As you wish,Sir."
Slapping my ass, he then shoves me away playfully. "Get the hell out of here and let me work."
I make sure I put a little extra sway to my ass as I walk to the door. Peering over my shoulder, it's just as I thought. Bain's chocolate brown eyes are glued to my rear. Without another word, I close the door behind me, lean against it, and close my eyes, needing to settle my racing heart.
Six
Ryan
I knock on Liv's door after my shower. Surely, she hasn't been sleeping this long. When I don't get an answer, I crack the door open and immediately become alarmed. Rushing over to her bed, I drop to my knees to where she sits on the floor with her back to the bed. Her knees are bent with her arms wrapped tightly around them.
Noticing the phone in her hand, I place a gentle hand over hers and dip my head to see her eyes better. "Hey, Liv. Talk to me. What's going on?"
"He can't find me…" She whispers.
"He won't, honey. I will not allow him to get to you again," I tell her.
"No, I mean, he can't find me. He's pissed, and he wants to know where I am. He's threatening me, Ryan. Maybe I should go back. I don't want to cause you any trouble." My friend trembles as she sits here contemplating about leaving.
"I won't let you go back to him, Liv. Have you seen your face? You need to think of the baby…"
She finally lifts her head and smiles sadly. "Maybe if I tell him, he will be happy, and things can return to how they were before we got married."
"Do you really want to chance that, Liv? You're talking about playing Russian Roulette, only it's not just your life anymore."
It's frustrating when people try making excuses for their abusers, and they go back to them only to wind up back here within a few days. I had one who I never saw again. He was here for a month before going back.
His situation was no different from Liv's. Camden was a quiet guy. He had been a stay-at-home father while his wife ran her own law firm. She was ten years older than Cam and very abusive toward him. Their son was a little over two years old, and when he went back to her because she bawled on the phone, telling him that she was going to counseling and that she wanted her family back, he believed her.
Camden and their son weren't home a full twenty-four hours when they went to bed and never woke back up. Being a lawyer and such, the wife thought she had covered her ass. Little did she know that we now have all our victims sign waivers when they come to us, allowing us to bug their phoneswith a listening device in case evidence is ever needed. People always have their phones on them or nearby, so this would be a good way to help out when we couldn't be there with them.
In Cam's case, it was, but unfortunately, it was too late for both him and his son. His wife is now serving two life sentences for their deaths. I don't want this happening to my friend, and thankfully, after telling her Cam's story, she decided to stay.
"Would you like to get rid of that phone and get a different one?" I ask.Then I go on to tell her, "Bain's tech guy has made it so this phone can't be traced, even if it is your husband's account. Your husband is a cop, though, and I don't know how far his reach is. It's up to you."
"Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea," she says as she looks down at her phone. "I've already left them a message, but he's threatened me with my parents. Thank God they’re working on their Bucket List and are out of the country for a few months, but still. How can he think that what he's doing is okay?"
