Page 92 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Soft Christmas music played through the restaurant, the ambience of Christmastime just making me feel all types of ways, some good and some bad. This was the first Christmas that I would spend with a boyfriend … and I couldn’t wait to wake up next to Hector tomorrow.

I didn’t want the thought of calling Dad to dampen my mood.

After sipping my wine, I placed down the glass. “I’ll think about it, Mom.”

Mom’s smile widened. “That’s all I ask, dear.”

Once I finished my wine and spaghetti, I set down my fork and nudged Hector. “I’m going to use the restroom before we go home.” I scooted past him as Mom excused herself, too, and walked with me to the women’s room.

“So, you’ve moved in with Hector?” Mom asked on our way.

My lips curled into a small smile. “Only for a bit.”

“I hope that you’re doing okay,” she said, slipping into a stall.

I walked into the one beside her and locked it. “Honestly, it’s the best.”

Better than I could have ever imagined. Better than any other relationship I had been in. There was no competing, no fighting, no accusing or blaming or not feeling like I was good enough. I usually avoided relationships, but I loved being in one with Hector.

“I can see how much he cares about you, and one day, your father will too.”

After finishing my business, I washed my hands in the sink and gazed in the mirror at Mom stepping out of her stall. She walked to the sinks and let the water rush onto her hands. Warmth filled my chest.

Nodding, I grabbed a towel and wiped off my hands. “He does, but I know that he’s struggling with how to help me through this whole thing. I’m sure you already know that he’s never had a father figure, so he doesn’t fully understand. Sometimes, I wonder if all this drama is too much for him, you know?”

“Nonsense,” Mom said. “That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know basic human decency. He’s a very intelligent man, Heather. He’s worked extremely hard in business, and he must’ve worked through a lot emotionally, growing up in that kind of environment.”

I nodded.

“I know that this is probably weird for you,” I said. “But you know the terms of my relationship with Hector. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, even after all these years in undergrad and grad school. I’m going to finish up this year in grad school and be a submissive for Hector full-time until I figure it all out.” With every word I said, my voice became more strained.

I didn’t want her to be disappointed in me, too, for this decision. I needed her support, needed her to say that it was okay, because this was actually beginning to feel like something I’d wanted for a long time.

“What do you think?” I asked hesitantly.

Mom smiled at me through the mirror. “I think it’s a great idea.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes, of course.”

“You’re not … mad?”

She laughed and dried her hands. “Why would I be mad at you? It’s your life, Heather. You don’t owe me anything, and you don’t owe your father anything either. We both want you to be happy.”

Lips quivering, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me. She hugged me back the way she used to when I was just a little girl. A hug that I had craved for so, so, so long.

I closed my eyes as a weight lifted off my shoulders. “Thank you.”

CHAPTERFIFTY-FIVE

HEATHER

Spit rolleddown my chin and onto my bare tits. I pressed my thighs together around the vibrating saddle that Hector had strapped me to this morning and sucked the ball gag into my mouth, whining against it.

“Hector,” I cried, my voice muffled.

Tinsel bounded my arms together behind my back. I had been moving my shoulders back and forth in an attempt to escape since he’d tied me up as a Christmas morning present, but the binds had only gotten tighter, and the bells that Hector had attached to the nipple clamps chimed with even the slightest of moves.

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