Page 94 of Twisted Bonds
Fifty-One
Ryan
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my ensuite, I slowly untie the sash to my silk robe and let it float to the floor. I stare at my naked form; light splotches from fading marks, evidence of my time with the guys, sporadically decorate my body.I will have to see about earning some new ones,I think to myself. The last ones were so much fun to make, I grin as I think back to when some of them were made.
I was just getting out of the shower when Beau surprised me by grabbing my arms in a vice-like grip and pushing me against the wall. His eyes burned into mine, and they told me everything I needed to know. I opened up for him and he pushed his throbbing cock into me until he couldn't go any further. He never said a word as he took me hard and rough against the wall that morning. When he was finished, he simply helped me into a pair of panties, pausing once they were up, and gave me a look as if saying 'don't clean yourself.'
My thoughts then turn to a few days later when Bain cornered me in the library. He had closed and locked the door, smiling at me as if he knew a secret that I didn't. By the time I realized what his intent was, it was too late.
"Stand up, pretty girl."
I did just that.
"Now be a good girl and bend over the table."
My Dom took me how he wanted, and I enjoyed every bit of it. His grip on my hips was brutal, leaving his finger imprints to linger, but that was because he didn’t want my ribs slamming into the table when they were still healing.
Now, they're all fading, and it saddens me. I like seeing the marks of my lovers upon my body; it makes me feel wanted and loved. I know their feelings for me, but there is always the lingering doubt that maybe they will tire of me. The marks just reaffirm that their feelings for me are still as strong.
My thoughts return to my scars. "Look at yourself, Ryan. Look at what you have done to the only body you will ever be given." I say softly as I examine the faded scars sprinkled over the insides of my thighs.
There are a few on my hip and stomach, but the newest ones are on my wrists, more pronounced on one than the other. It's been two months since that day I tried saying goodbye to the world. Two months since I finally gave up and was just going to do what I thought I should have done back in high school. After all, I couldn't keep my full promise to my father.
With everything that has happened, college is no longer in my future. My life has taken a turn, and I can't say I'm all that upset about it. After experiencing everything I have, I want my life's mission to be about helping others in that same position. I'm on the right path with the Foundation, but there are so many more to help.
The scars on my body tell my story, and I should be proud of them—Iamproud of them. Do I wish my life had been altogether different? Of course. Who wants to have the life I've had? But it could have been so much worse. I want to do something for myself; I never do anything for me, and I think it's about time that I do.
Beau and Bain are in Bain's office having a video call with the board members of Bellini Formal. They said they would be a few hours, and since Laney and Heather are doing workshops with some of the residents today, I'm going to head to town and take care of a few things. Maybe I'll ask Chloe to go with me now that we seem to be getting closer. It's still weird for me, but I'm getting better at being around her.
Cayley is at school, so there are only a few places that Chloe can be. I check the library and the sitting room where I typically find her reading, but she isn't there either. When I meet Cal coming downstairs and ask him if he's seen her, he informs me that she's taken Baxter out for a stroll.
"Thank you so much." I say with a smile, and head for the back of the house.
I know how much they like walking the garden maze, so I head in that direction. The sun warms my face as I walk toward the maze, and I revel in the feel of it across my bare skin. It's a bit cooler as I enter the garden maze because the tall bushes block some of the sun. I head straight to the center, where I know there is a fountain with benches all around it, and I know that it's Baxter's favorite spot.
However, as I near the center, a noise catches my attention, and I slow my steps. The noise is muffled, but as I get closer, it becomes more pronounced, and I immediately come to a stop. My eyes widen at what I think they are doing. Not wanting to assume, I tip-toe to a spot where I can see through the bushes, and I'm stunned.
The heavy breathing and panting were precisely what I thought it was. I should leave, but just like that day with my mother and Bain, I remain frozen as I watch what is happening on the other side. Utter disbelief pumps through me as I watch and listen to Chloe ride Baxter on the bench.
"Oh…Baxter! It's been so long…"
"Chloe…" Baxter sighs.
I watch Chloe as she straddles the elder Huntley and sinks down onto his shaft. The look of pleasure is pasted on her face as she takes him in all the way.
"Uh…oh…" Chloe moans.
"I remember just like it was yesterday, Chloe. I felt horrible when I learned it was you, but I can't say I'm all that disappointed. You gave my life meaning again, Chloe, and although Bain may be mad, he will have to get over it."
I watch as Chloe holds her breast in one hand and directs Baxter's head to it. As his mouth descends onto her breast, he grips her hips and fucks her hard. Harder than I thought a man his age could, and a blind one at that. Once the surprise wears off, anger bubbles up inside me because of what Bain had told me. Chloe didn't know if she could be this kind of wife to him, and yet, here she was, riding his father like she was a damn rodeo clown.
"I'm too comfortable with you, Bax; you're all I've known for all these years aside fromthem.I'm not fit for anyone else. I can’t help it. I’ve been fighting it since you got here, but I can't do it anymore." Chloe grinds herselfdown on Bain’s father and they fuck like rabbits for about a minute before she slows the pace again. Chloe’s next words drift toward me as she continues to fuck her father-in-law, "Besides, he has someone much younger who is a freak like he is," Chloe says.
I wince at her words and take a step back. She called me a freak; we are nothing but freaks to her. Why? Because we like kinky sex? She liked it too at one time; Bain told me so.
"God… Let's not talk about them. Make me come, Baxter…please."
I take a few steps back until I know I'm a safe distance away, then turn and run. I need to go; I can't stay here now because I will be too tempted to interrupt the guys and tell them. So, instead, I run back into the Manor, grab my purse, and let Helen know that I'm running to town, and I'll be back in a few hours.
