Page 92 of Twisted Bonds
"Don't fight me, pretty girl, unless you want me to turn you over my knee. Your ribs aren't healed, so it won't feel too good."
"Your wife is in the same house, Bain! She may not sleep with you yet, but eventually, she will return to her marriage bed."
"No, she won't, Ryan." Bain had sighed, and when he used my name, I knew something was up.
"What do you mean? Has something happened?"
"I meant to tell you—I was going to tell you, but then you disappeared. Chloe and I had already decided that we would get a divorce just before you went missing. Everything has been finalized. Ryan," he had said my name so intimately as he laid me in his bed and then briefly kissed my lips. "She knows that I love you."
Tears pricked my eyes as I asked, "So, you're a free man again?"
He nodded. "Yes, and I've talked to Beau. We want to try and make it work between us—if you're okay with that."
I was stunned. The Huntley men are very possessive, and for them to agree to share me was shocking and turned me on. I stared at him in disbelief, and he chuckled. I loved his laugh, and I loved him even more as he leaned over and kissed my lips while still smiling.
"I love you so much, Ryan," he had whispered. "I'll share you with my son if that's what it takes to be with you."
"Are you serious right now?" I looked around the room to see if someone would pop out and say, 'Gotcha!' because it all felt like one big prank to me. "I mean, the two of you do know that would mean I'd be sleeping with both, right?"
His smile faded just a little before he said, "You forget I'm a Dominant, pretty girl. I've shared before; never anyone I loved, but I can share with my son. Knowing that you have enough love for the two of us, helps me to be able to do so."
He tucked me under the covers, and I watched him move around the room, tidying up before he began undressing. Climbing into the bed wearing only his boxers, he had my lady bits firing up, but then he gave me a chaste kiss and told me goodnight. Sleeping in his arms after all that time apart was the best thing ever, and although I was injured it was the best night of sleep I had got in a long time.
My limbs are freed from the restraints, and Beau lifts me from the cross, carrying me over to the bedwhile Bain puts the whip away. "Tell us what you want, Ry-Ry."
When in the playroom with his father and I, Beau has reverted back to calling me what he used to call me when he bullied me back in high school. He claims he can allow himself to do more things to me that may be depraved if he's in his bully mode. He's learning, and since I know his true feelings for me, I don't mind it at all.
"I need you both inside me, Beau."
"How do you want us inside you, pretty girl?" Bain comes to stand at his son's side.
The two of them are standing there in a pair of jeans, their upper bodies bare and built like a couple of gym junkies, staring down at me as if I were their last meal. I'm the only one completely naked, and they intimidate me as they stand there partially clothed.
"Does it really matter how she wants us inside her?" Beau asks his father before I can give my answer.
Bain shrugs and continues the conversation with his son as if I'm not even here. "Not really. I thought I'd be nice and at least let herthinkshe has a choice."
The more they talk about me like this, the wetter I get, and I finally find my voice. "Please, just fuck me any way you want," I beg like a needy whore.
"Oh, we will be inside you momentarily, pretty girl. The question is, which hole do we each want?"
"Spread your legs, Ry-Ry. Show us that pretty little pussy, so we can decide."
I whimper as I open my legs wider, feeling embarrassed and turned on all at once. Bain, not able to help himself, drops to his knees and covers my pussy with his mouth. He sucks hard and tortures my clit once again.
"Daddy Bain," I call out, which I've been ordered to call him from now on whenever we are in a scene or in this playroom. "Please…" I grind against his face.
He moves away and orders, "Don't you dare come." He slaps me hard on my pussy lips.
I moan and arch up for more.
"Fuck. Look at that; did you hear her? Do it again," Beau orders his father.
"Yeah. Pretty girl sure does love her pain." He slaps it again and I do the same as the first time.
"I never knew it would be hot watching her like this," Beau states and then says, "Show me; I want to learn how to do it."
Bain then spends the next few minutes teaching his son, how to spank my pussy and other body parts correctly; just enough so they hurt but not enough to injure them. Once he does, Beau takes over, and boy, is he a fast learner. I’m delirious by the time their fun is over and I’m a sopping and throbbing mess.
