Page 13 of Twisted Bonds
"It's their thought process. There is no sense in trying to figure out the mind of an abuser because you will go crazy doing so. Just save all those messages, so we can use them when filing for a protection order and your divorce."
Her dam breaks as soon as I say the D word, and my heart hurts for her. Liv and her husband should still be in their honeymoon stage of marriage, not her running for her life because her husband has a God complex. I pull her into my arms and let her cry it out until all I hear is her breathing.
"Hey, I hear the cook made your favorite dish for supper," I tell her.
"Macaroni and cheese with hamburger in it?" she questions.
"Yep. Of course, it will be homemade macaroni and cheese, not the box stuff, but I promise you, you'll love it. Oh, and we can't forget the cherry pie for dessert."
Liv pulls away from me and gives me a genuine smile. "I can't believe you remembered after all these years!"
I wipe the wetness from her cheeks with my thumbs. "I could never forget our friendship, Liv. I'm the one that left it, not you, and it wasn't because of anything you did. I just didn't want to dirty you with all the shit going on in my life. You deserved better."
"No, Ryan. I deserved to have my best friend."
"I'm sorry, Liv. Really, I am. I was angry at the whole world back then…"
"Beau didn't really help the situation either, did he?" She cocks her head and asks, "Where is Beau these days? I heard the Corps. discharged him, and nobody has seen him since."
I shrug, and now it's my turn to look away from her. "Bain and I have no idea. Beau told him to never call or text again, and then changed his number. I guess knowing that your wife…um, girlfriend was getting fucked by three mafia brothers was too much for him. Then again, the videos they were sending him didn't help, either. I don't blame him."
Everyone learned of my captivity after the bust. It made the front headlines for over a month straight, and it still makes the news occasionally, although that's due to my work now."Captive Woman Now Saving Others From The Same Fate,"and my all-time favorite one is"Captive Woman Was Believed To Have Had Stockholm Syndrome After Leaked Sex Videos Show Her Participating Without Being Under Any Duress."
Oh boy, did the press have a field day with that when it leaked. I guess that would be the only thing that has caused me any pain, but only because the only one that could have leaked it was Beau. We knew the brothers were sending him videos, and there was no way that Sergio could do it from underground. That only leaves Beau.
Bain was livid when that story broke, and he actually got two people fired and blacklisted from all the news outlets here on the East Coast and into the Midwest. I'm pretty sure he's still working on the rest of the country. Bain is very protective of me these days, but I know he's still trying to make up for the past. Outsiders see it as a stepfather protecting his late wife'sdaughter, but neither of us wants to be reminded of that bond that was between us for such a short amount of time.
If anything, his protective nature comes from me being his submissive. You don't touch what belongs to any Dom, especially when his name is Bain Huntley. With my mind on the topic of said Dom, I'm reminded of the plug that I inserted after my shower. Of course, Bain already knows I'm wearing it. He demands that I record myself inserting it each time he orders it.
Bain likes to watch me touch myself, and he uses every chance to humiliate me by making me record it because we have learned humiliation and degradation is another kink of mine. Shaking myself free of my perverted thoughts, I find Liv observing me with a critical eye. She won't judge me, but that doesn't mean she won't weigh my actions, good and bad, and make me think hard about it. It's what the old Liv did all the time. Hopefully, Liv hasn't changed as much as I have.
Bain is smirking as Liv and I walk into the dining room. He looks up, and maybe it's just me, but he looks different. The smile he greets us with is genuine and tugs at my heartstrings.
"I assume Liv likes this meal?" Bain cocks a brow in amusement as he lifts his fork and studies the contents on his plate.
"I'm sorry. Had I known they would make it as a main course, I would have told them ribeye or prime rib," my friend teases.
Bain waits until we are both seated before he digs into his food. "Mm, this is surprisingly good."
I stare in disbelief. "Have you never had mac and hamburger before?"
"My mother always made three-course meals while I was growing up. Sure, we had Mac and Cheese for lunch, but never for supper, and never with hamburger."
I watch Bain gobble up the food on his plate with a big ole smile, but then Liv's moans draw my attention to her. "Oh God, Ryan. You have got to try this! It's even better than the OG!"
Rolling my eyes, I bite and then look at the two of them. "Wow, no wonder the two of you are practically creaming your pants!"
Liv starts choking on her food as she looks back and forth between Bain and me. Bain, on the other hand, wears a smirk and continues to eat. Seeing that the last comment made her blush, I keep the perverted banter up. "I've never had anything so thick yet—creamy."
"Ryan…" Bain's warning has me shutting up even though he's still smirking.
Then again, it has been a long time since he last punished me. Biting my lip as I think, I take another bite and close my eyes. "Oh God, yes… Mm... It's so good…"
Liv covers her mouth as she chuckles, and I wink at her. When I look at the man of the house, I notice the tightness in his neck, and his jaw is clenching. However, it isn't out of anger. Oh no, it looks like he's about to bust a nut. So, what do I do? I kick off my shoe and begin playing footsie with him before running my foot up and then back down his leg.
Teasing your Dom can be a good thing, or it could be a bad thing. After the day I've had, I hope it's the latter. The worst part is I still have a few hours before going toourroom. Liv requires some TLC, and I am determined to give it to her before I let Bain tend to mine. However, that doesn't stop me from continuing to tease Bain throughout the meal and dessert. Finally, he’s had enough and excuses himself, but only after I getthelook. Oh yes, my job is done.
Seven
