Page 35 of A Father's Insistence

“Wet as always. Are you like this whenever I’m around?” Theo rubs a finger over where we join. He then captures my legs and pulls them up to rest on his shoulders so he can drive deeper within me.

“I have to go and change my panties whenever you walk into the room.”

“I think you should just stop wearing them. I can have you whenever I want, then.”

“I’ll hold you to that if I do.”

The bantering between us is carefree and easy. It’s a normal couple in love. That’s what we are. Here and now, we are free from all the oppression and fear created by the Oakfield Society.

Slowly, he starts to move, and the mood between us shifts. Our playfulness dissipates, and silence fills the room with the seriousness of what we are doing. We are making love. My legs are lowered to the side of his thighs, and we settle into a missionary position, Theo’s eyes meeting mine as we move as one. We have years ahead of us to explore the many different ways you can have sex.

“Tell me what really happened the night my sister was taken to the society.” Theo leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips as he breathes the words into my mouth.

“I can’t.” A single tear falls from my eye and weaves a path down my cheek. I want to tell him and end all of this, but the fear within me is still ingrained. I’m not ready to jump over that final hurdle yet.

“I’ll protect you. Nobody will hurt you.”

“You can’t protect me from the monsters you can’t see.”

“What does that mean?”

Another tear falls, and I shut my eyes as Theo continues to undulate his hips, thrusting in and out of me.

“Joanna.”

“I love you,” is the only reply I give before an orgasm bursts out of me from nowhere. It erupts deep within me and cascades through my body with a powerful surge of pleasure. I’m shuddering and shaking underneath him. I’m calling his name and milking him to his own orgasm. His affirmation of the love we share is spoken on a final groan as his cum explodes into my inner warmth.

We both go still and silent. The sounds of our rapid breaths the only noise filling the room.

“Theo.”

He pulls out of me and gets off the bed. His shoulders are slumped, and he looks defeated. He’s no longer the tower of strength I rely on to protect me.

“If I go to Victoria, will she tell me the truth?”

The question causes my breath to hitch. It’s not something I’ve ever really thought about. I thought he would have already asked her, and she would have told him. I just thought he didn’t believe her because he thought she’d been influenced by Nicholas.

“Haven’t you spoken to her before about the night she was given to the society?”

He shakes his head and looks down at the ground forlornly.

“I think I feared the answer, and then later when she tried to tell me, I chose to believe her mistaken. I was convinced she’d been brainwashed by her husband.”

I can’t believe the words I’m hearing from him. The walls he has built, based on a solid belief in what is right and wrong, are breaking down around him. I should open my mouth and tell him it was his father who bought me, but I can’t. I try, but nothing comes out. In the end, I pull the sheets up around me and curl into a ball in the bed.

“Go to her, Theo. Listen to her. She’s your sister. She can tell you what I’m too scared to admit. She’s the only one who can save us, now.”

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