Page 38 of Twisted Bonds
"That's right… Promise me you won't ever forget that…"
When all she does is moan, I fuck her harder. "What the fuck did I just say?"
"I promise I will never forget that I love you, Sir!"
"That's my good girl. Here you go, baby…take it all," I tell her as I spill myself inside her.
I drop onto the bed as she remains as I had her while we catch our breath. After a few minutes I get, slapping her ass as I do, and say, "Stay just like that, pretty girl." I go into the bathroom and wet and wash cloth to clean Ryan up. She looks so delectable as she's bent over, now waving her ass back and forth. "Keep it up and I will fuck that cute little ass."
Ryan giggles and allows me to clean up our mess between her legs.Just as we finish up, the doorbell rings. "Oh, pizza!" Ryan jumps up and grabs my shirt from the chair where I left it. "Last one down gets fucked in the ass," my girl sings, and I laugh.
"You should stay here, you're dripping with my cum, baby." I laugh as I throw on a pair of basketball shorts.
Ryan takes off out the door, and I give chase… I'll be damned if I let her stick anything up my ass. She squeals as I close the distance, and we both end up slamming into the door simultaneously. We laugh as we open the door, but suddenly, all goes quiet as we stare at the person on the other side.
So many emotions run through me as I stare at my son, who I haven't seen in two years. My heart swells briefly before Beau speaks, "God, you have no idea how much I've missed you, Ryan."
I glance at Ryan, and my world begins to shatter…
"Beau?" Her voice cracks with emotion.
My son nods as he smiles and steps toward her, but then she's gone, running away from the door, and I don't miss the small cry that slips out. I'm about to go after her, but another person steps into view, and my heart stops beating.It can't be!As if I'm staring at a ghost, I reach my hand out, expecting it to pass through the body, but it stops on their shoulder.
"Chloe?"
"H-Hello, Bain…"
Twenty-One
Ryan
How my life has changed over the years. Who would have thought I would end up here, in Bain Huntley's arms and in his bed. I'm truly in love with the man, but I'd be lying if I said I love him more than his son. I've fucked up a lot in my life, and maybe this is one of those times, but I'm tired of living with the what-ifs. I never planned on falling for Bain; he was just a means to help curb a craving, and well, shit happens, I guess.
The man definitely knows how to pleasure a woman, and he knows precisely what my body wants. Staring into his warm brown eyes as he uses his fingers on me, I have to grab hold of his shoulders as the pleasure builds and he adds a final digit. I'm so stuffed with his fingers that if he added any more, he'd be fisting me. I love trying new things, but fisting is not on that list. In fact, it's listed as one of my hard limits and will not be coming off that list—ever.
I come by his hand alone, which isn't the first time. Before I can come down from the euphoric high, I'm being turned over his thigh and getting spanked. I'm his little pain slut, and I'll beg for more every time because, for some reason, my fucked-up mind is wired this way. Pain, specifically pain during sex, is what gets me off the most. There is so much shit going on in my head that I need the taste of pain to forget about it; some days are worse than others.
Bain loves doling out the pain my body wants. He gets off on how wet I get from him hurting me. He's not a sadist by any means; at least, he wasn't before I came into the picture. Bain, or Sir, needs to dominate. Pain never has to be involved, but on the days that I need to feel the kiss of the whip, he always fucks me a little harder than usual. It's only because he knows that he's getting me off by doing it, not because he's physically hurting me… There's a difference.
Because it isn't a pain session for me, he only spanks me until he sees his favorite color painted all over my ass—dark pink. Then Bain lifts me and bends me over the edge of the bed, where he kicks my feet apart, and he's inside me instantly. He fucks me just as he said he would, like he hated me, and he doesn't stop until my request is fulfilled and I'm dripping with pleasure.
I'm giddy by the time we’re done. This was only a quickie while we wait for our food to arrive. We have plans to play in the playroom and take our time with one another once we've eaten. Had I known it could be our last time together, I would have made it more memorable.
Feeling in a playful mood, I challenge Bain with a race to the door, knowing that by threatening to fuck his ass with something, it would light a fire under him. He gives it his all to beat me to the front door when the delivery guy rings the doorbell. I love it when Bain is in a playful mood. I forget his actual age when he's like this, not that I have a problem with his age; there's no hindrance in that department, so why fuss over it?
The fact that I have Bain's cum running down the inside of my thighs doesn't go unnoticed, but it only amuses me. Will the delivery person notice it? The thought sort of turns me on. Ever since doing that scene at the club back in Italy, the thought of someone watching or even seeing the aftermath of what my Dom has done turns me on.
Bain's body slams into mine just before I get to the door, and I laugh as his hand hits the wood while his other one wraps around my waist to keep me from hitting the door and hurting myself. Laughter dances in his eyes as his smile broadens before he chuckles.
I open the door as his hand grabs it just above my head, opening it wider, and I step forward to greet the delivery person. A tall, handsome guy stands before us; his eyes are a familiar green as he grins back at me. I almost don't recognize him; he's lost so much weight and muscle. The guy before me isn't the buffed-up Marine like the last time I saw him.
Words are caught in my throat as I just stare at him. That is until he speaks, "God, you have no idea how much I've missed you, Ryan."
The whole world drops away as I stare at the only guy that has held all of my heart. After two long years and not a word from him, my bully-turned-lover stands on the front doorstep, smiling at me as if these last two years didn't happen.Did he just say he missed me?
"Beau?" My voice cracks as I say his name out loud, making sure I'm not hallucinating.
Itishim, I realize, and my thoughts go to Bain.Oh God!When Beau starts to step toward me, I do the only thing I can think of—flee. A sob escapes as I do, but there is no helping it. My life just got complicated once again. When I see that nobody has followed me. I stop around the corner and close my eyes as I press my back against the wall.
