Page 20 of Twisted Bonds
I stare at the hurt on her face, and all I want to do is take it away. "I'm sorry that I can't control my possessiveness when we’re out and about. He noticed me holding onto your waist earlier. There has only been one other woman I've held like that in public…"
"Chloe…" she whispers, and I nod.
"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful…"
"It's not that I'm ashamed of people knowing about us, Bain. I just don't want to be ambushed like I was tonight. If you mention us to someone, please tell me so I know. You're not a dirty little secret, Bain."
I squeeze her neck tighter. "But what if I want you to bemydirty little secret?"
My body calms the moment I see her sexy little smile. "I think you mean your dirty little whore, and we both know that I already am." She reaches out and grabs me, instantly making me hard.
"You're asking for trouble, pretty girl…"
"Are you going to give it to me?" The wickedness oozing from her is too much for me, and before she knows what I'm doing, I'm spinning her around and pinning her against the wall.
I pull her dress up, making sure not to rip the lace, and then I undo my pants. "I'm going to show you what trouble is, pretty girl."
Moving her thong to the side, I kick her legs apart and thrust into her hard and deep. She cries out for more, so I give her more. I'll give her whatever the fuck she wants.
"You will not come; remember that. This is for me. I'm going to fill you and then let it drip so you’re reminded throughout the night who owns this sweet cunt. I want you to remember that you’remydirty little whore."
"Bain, please…"
“Beg…all…you…want! You're…not…coming!" I shove my cock deep inside her and release myself. "Do you feel that pretty girl?" I grunt, "All that batter painting your insides…fu—uck!"
I squeeze her hips as I press my forehead to her temple. "Such a good girl," I whisper as I jerk a few more times before pulling out slowly. I watch some of my cum drip out before smearing it into her thighs and moving her thong back in place.
Pressing a kiss to her temple, I turn her around. "I'm sorry for Benji, Ryan. I'll talk to him."
"I'm sorry for blowing up on you without talking to you first."
"Are you really?" I lean next to her ear. "Because I plan on punishing you for it later."
I hear her gulp before looking me in the eye. "No, Sir. I'm not sorry."
My grin is wicked. "That's what I thought. Now, be a good girl and get yourself together. Then come join me so we can enjoy the rest of the night." I move toward the door to leave but turn for one last glance at her. She has thatjust been fuckedlook. Smirking, I admire how her dress is still over her waist as she stands there in a post fucked stance with swollen lips and a sheen covering her pretty thighs. "Such a pretty little whore." I wink before walking out.
Eleven
Ryan
Our table sits dead center in front of the stage, so everyone can watch our every move. Unlike Benji, everyone else just sees a good relationship between stepfather and stepdaughter. We keep our touching to a minimum and try not to look at each other like we have a dirty little secret smeared between my thighs.
When Bain goes up on stage to make his speech and to congratulate and thank everyone for a successful year, I can't help but be proud of the guy. Bain's had it rough, too, and I keep forgetting that. Yeah, I may have become a captive because of him, but most people deserve a second chance.
"My late wife was very proud of her daughter," Bain begins to say, and I look up to see him smiling at me, but not like a lover. This is a proud smile, and I think I like it just as much as his sexy smile that I know he will give me in a few short hours.
"Lacey always talked of her daughter with such high regard, even from the beginning." My eyes widen once his words hit me. Mom and I weren't on good terms at that point. Chuckling, Bain says, "You know how teenagers are these days; most have a chip on their shoulder, and they know everything. Ryan was no different, and even though Lacey would break down sometimes trying to figure out a way to fix their relationship, she still defended her daughter every chance she got.
I'm not here to tell you that Ryan was a brat." Bain grins knowingly at me. "Because she had her own demons that she was dealing with. Thankfully, shewas able to work through them with the help of my son, and today, she stands before you as an amazing woman who went through hell, spit in the devil's face, and crawled back out, all while pulling the other victims with her.
Ryan has saved an enormous number of people. Victims who probably would have given up on themselves after the hell they went through, but because she didn't give up on them, they refused to give up on themselves."
The room fills with clapping, and I blush, but then Bain calls me up on stage, and I glare at him. It only makes him and the people at our table who witness the glare laugh harder. I'm unsure if it will be better up on the stage beside Bain or sitting at this table, not knowing anyone, but regardless, I hate being the center of attention.
Scooting my chair out, I drop my napkin onto the table and head for the side of the stage where the steps are. A young man around my age who works for the venue takes my hand and helps me up the stairs. He gives me a smile I know all too well, and I give him a polite one back.
I don't miss the slight tick in Bain's jaw as he smiles while watching me approach him. While the crowd continues to clap, he leans in and says, "I told you that you would have heads turning. Do you think that pup over there would even notice that you were covered in another man's cum as he slides his pathetic, pussy-hungry cock into you?"
