Page 91 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“Who’s my good girl?” he repeated.

“Is this all you have?—”

He sank his fingers lower and pushed them into my pussy. I whimpered as softly as I could, but when he found my G-spot, I couldn’t handle it anymore. He massaged it in small circles, the pressure unbearable, then drew his nose up the column of my neck.

“If you’re trying to make me moan, you’re going to have to do better than?—”

He moved his fingers in a come-hither motion quicker, and I lost it, screaming to the high heavens—a place that I didn’t even believe in—for him to stop because the pleasure was all too much. And yet this man didn’t stop until I was a crying, trembling mess in his hands.

When he finally pulled his fingers out of me, he stuffed them into my mouth. “Welcome to your first day as my full-time submissive, Heather.” His lips curled into a smirk. “I’m going to love having my fun with you.”

CHAPTERFIFTY-FOUR

HEATHER

I twirledmy spaghetti around on my fork and gazed out of the foggy restaurant windows into Market Square in the heart of Pittsburgh. Outside the window, snow blew through the breeze. Christmas lights twinkled all around the city for Christmas Eve tonight.

After sucking the strings of spaghetti into my mouth, I gazed across the table at Mom. Soft, flickering candlelight danced across her face as she spoke to Hector, who sat next to me. I still hadn’t stopped thinking about the conversation that I’d eavesdropped on at Carnegie Coffee.

Children with their parents giggled and walked through the square, going to and from the ice-skating rink that the city had set up a couple of streets over. I frowned at one father-and-daughter duo, holding hands and smiling widely.

I had absolutely no reason to feel this shitty. I had been the one to betray my father, and people had it way, way worse than I did in regard to their families. Hell, Sierra’s entire family had died before Christmas a few years ago. Hector didn’t have a family either.

And here I was, complaining that I had disappointed mine. I should be thankful.

“Heather?” Hector asked to my right.

Once I snapped out of my daze, I placed my fork down and wiped my mouth with a napkin. “Sorry, I was just thinking.” I set the napkin back down and attempted to clear my mind, glancing at him. “What is it?”

“Are you okay?” Mom asked.

“Yes,” I lied. “I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong?” Hector pushed.

I narrowed my eyes at him, sending him my most menacing glare, then frowned. “Actually, I saw Dad the other day at the coffee shop. I overheard his conversation with Evelyn. And …”I’m not sure if I should call him or not. It is the holidays after all …

Mom’s expression softened, and she reached across the table to squeeze my hand.

“Do you think that I should call him tomorrow for Christmas?” I whispered.

What if he didn’t answer? Would this really be my first Christmas without him? I’d texted him so many times the day after it happened, but he didn’t return any of my messages, so I stopped trying.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d caused him this pain, which was so stupid because I had apologized over and over again. Yet … he had walked in on me literally sucking off his best friend and business partner.

On the other hand, how would he react when Evelyn’s father found out that he was sleeping with her? I would bet that their relationship was a secret. All of this was so messy and only became messier by the day.

Hector traced soothing circles on my hand with his thumb. “It’s your decision, Heather.”

Mom offered me a smile. “Your father can be a grinch sometimes. I would know. But I think he’d really like that. If you’re ready, maybe giving him a call could be a step in a positive direction for you.”

I nodded, still unsure if he would actually answer, and turned back to the restaurant window. I didn’t know why he couldn’t be the bigger person, why it had to be me, even after I had messaged him endless times already.

My stomach tightened into knots. What would he think when he found out that I was now Hector’s full-time submissive? Surely, that would make matters even worse, and I didn’t have the energy to deal with that right now.

“Heather,” Mom interjected, “your father loves you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t feel like it,” I mumbled to myself. “But I know.”

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