Page 15 of Twisted Bonds
"Come for me, pretty girl. Sir wants a treat before he really begins to play." I pull my fingers out and give her three consecutive slaps to her pussy before thrusting them back in,and growling, "I said come for me."
"Oh, God, Sir… I'm almost there!"
"Almost isn't what I'm looking for. Now be Sir's good little whore and fucking come." I slap her pussy again, and it does the trick.
"AGH! Oh…yes…Sir…uh…don't stop…please don't stop!" she cries out and begins jerking her hips, so I hold them down as I attack her cunt with my mouth. Drinking her down as she continues to come.
"Fuck, pretty girl, you were such a good girl coming all over my tongue. Now, I need you to move to the head of the bed for me."
When Ryan notices the Shibari ropes, she questions me with her eyes, but I ignore her. Once she's in place, I tie her to each corner of the bed. She's now ready for the taking…and take her, I definitely will.
Using the nipple clamps and hot wax on Ryan was a good substitution for the pain she needed to feel. She cried out the loudest when I poured the wax on her clit, and then she asked me to do it again. I had worked her over well, edging her each time. I fucked her multiple times and came myself, but I never allowed her to go after that first time.
Ryan is a needy little whore on a good day, but now, I'm hoping that Madame can get her to squirt since she's so worked up. Yes, I have her set up to be whipped and tortured by the most sought-after Domme in Italy. Madame absolutely loves the squirters, so call me a prick if you want, but I'm dying to see my little needy whore come for the Domme. Does Ryan know that a woman will be giving her what she needs? No, but I did tell her I would be testing some of her soft limits there.
I glance down at the woman in my arms right now, who I'm carrying back to her room since she passed out in the playroom. I didn't dare leave her in there all night because, knowing her, she'd be waking up in the middle of the night, and playing with herself. I promised her that she would thank me once she did come again. I'm not holding her orgasms just to be an ass or as punishment. I just want her to have the best experience.
Laying her down in her own bed, I caress her face as she sleeps. I remember the first day I met her. It was her eighteenth birthday, and I had gotten her some diamond studs. I told her that I didn't have a daughter to spoil, and it was true. I was genuinely looking forward to having her as a daughter, but I fucked up when I thought it would be okay to treat her like one of my submissives when she was naughty just so I could still have that in my life.
Lacey did what she could and tried being submissive. She just couldn't let herself completely go, which was okay; she at least tried. We may have married so I could help her with Ryan, but I did have love for her. Lacey was a good woman.
I should be ashamed of what I'm doing, and I am—to an extent, but Ryan came to me for this. I should have turned her down, but I knew she would turn toward other things, so I agreed, and we devised rules. No kissingon the mouth and no sleeping in each other's beds. Only now, there are many mornings that I wish I could wake up and just slip inside her warmth.
Just one more night, and then we will have Italy. One thing I just so happened to forget to mention is that our villa only has one bedroom, and I'll be damned if I sleep on the couch. Rules are made to be broken occasionally, as long as we don't make it a habit.
Running my finger over her cheek, down her neck, and across her collarbone, I then gently glide it over her nipples. They come to life, and my cock begins to stir once again, but instead of slipping into the bed and taking her yet again, I turn and leave her room. A cold shower will have to sufficein calming this raging hard-on. I'm getting too close and need to take a step back, but I think I'll let Italy happen first. I just want one taste of what it would be like if I allowed myself to have my stepdaughter completely.
Eight
Ryan
Our Driver pulls up to Bain's private jet and we exit the car. It's a bit windy and I have to pull the loose strands of hair that the wind blows away from my face as I try to take in the sight before me. I've never been out of the country before, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I'm anxious enough leaving Liv behind, but with flying out of the country, too, I wish Bain would have given me a session. The one thing I am definitely looking forward to is going to his club. I need to feel the pain like I need food; my body is starving.
The Driver grabs our bags from the trunk as we head toward the jet. Bain's hand is splayed on my lower back as he leads me to the stairs. He stops when we get to them, allowing me to go first and giving me a warm smile. Believe it or not, Bain is the perfect gentleman at all times. Well, if you don't count what he does in the playroom.
There's no room for being a gentleman once you're inside the play area. In fact, I prefer the opposite. Either whip me, spank me, or paddle me, and call me your good girl—your filthy whore also works— or don'tbother taking me into the playroom at all. I love that he has two sides to him, and I understand why all the ladies love him.
"Watch your step, pretty girl," he says as he takes my arm just as we get to the top. "I don't understand why you wore heels when all we are doing is getting on a plane." He chuckles.
I glance down, see the gap between the steps and the plane door, and smile. Just another gesture that melts away part of the iceberg surrounding my heart. I tell him, "I wanted to ensure I looked nice when we arrived in Italy. I didn't want to embarrass you."
Bain halts me just inside the jet and turns me, so I look at him. "You could never embarrass me, Ryan."
I gaze into his warm brown eyes and see the truth in his words. Smiling, I look down shy-like. If I stare too hard, I will do something stupid, like breaking a rule and kissing him. I can't fall for him. Not Bain. It's bad enough we have the relationship that we do, but sex is all that it's supposed to be—an outlet for each of us.
"Your luggage, Sir." The driver's voice startles us from behind.
We move away from the jet's door so he can bring our bags in. Bain shows me to the seats he wants us to sit in and makes sure I'm buckled in before he sits beside me. He checks his emails before we take off, and I check in with Liv. It's only a matter of time before her husband finds her, and I don't want it happening without me there.
Bless Bain's heart. Before we left, he showed Liv a hidden room in the Manor that I hadn't even known about. He instructed her to go in that room if her husband or the police show up. I'm just hoping that it isn't needed.
Turning my head to look at Bain, I rest it on the headrest and watch him as he types an email. He's still so handsome for his age; it's no wonder Beau is as good-looking as he is. Good genes run in the Huntley family, that's for sure.
Displeasure crosses his features. I knit my brows as I lift my head and ask, "What's wrong?"
"What? Oh, nothing for you to worry about. Just a work email." He pockets his phone and relaxes as he looks at me. "So, did you get enough of me yet?"
"Huh?"
