Page 25 of Twisted Bonds
"Are you going to share that, or tease me with it?" I groan and bring my hand up to my temple.
"You should know by now that I don't share,Sir."
I study her momentarily, taking in her beauty so early in the morning. Her cinnamon locks sit on the top of her head in a messy bun, with whisps of hair falling out sporadically. She's in my black dress shirt from last night, and I can see part of her pretty little pussy peeking out.
"Even for me? I would share with you…"
"To each their own, Sir," she says, lowering her mug and blocking one of my favorite views. "Not knowing where someone's mouth has been is a bit of a turn-off."
She nods to something behind me, and I turn, spying the hot cup of black coffee and a couple of painkillers. Ignoring them for the moment, I want to return to the comment she just said. "Put the coffee cup down and come over here, pretty girl." I leave no room for argument when I use my stern Dom voice.
Moving the pillow aside, I open my arms and wait for her to come to me. When she crawls across the bed and lays down with her head on my bare chest, I pull her in tightly and ask, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours? What's with the cryptic comments?"
"You said you weren't going to be long. You left me by myself for hours…"
Isigh and kiss her head. "I know, I'm sorry. I don't quite know what happened."
I feel her stiffen in my arms, and then she says, "She's gorgeous."
"Huh? Who's gorgeous?"
"Domina…"
"Oh, yes. Well, she…"
"Did you fuck her?"
I'm left stunned that she would even ask me this. I'm trying to form words, but she takes it the wrong way and flees my embrace before I even know what she's doing. My throbbing head isn't helping me to think fast at all, and the next thing I know, Ryan is walking out of the room, leaving me completely baffled.
Fourteen
Ryan
I hear him call after me, but I keep going. Damn tears are threatening to fall, and I can't have him thinking that I feel more for him than what I'm supposed to. He's not Beau…but he is his father, and they are more alike than either one will admit. So, of course, we have gotten close regardless of what we had initially planned. I’m not in love with him, not like I am Beau, but feelings are still involved.
However, I thought we would talk about it if we wanted to sleep with other people. I guess that's what hurts the most.The one time that I turn him down, and he's running off to a sex club to get his dick wet!
"Ryan, will you just wait a minute, damn it?" I hear him close behind me as I near the kitchen, so I hurry and put the island between us before turning to face him.
"There isn't anything to discuss, Bain. Really." I busy myself by turning and pulling eggs and other items from the fridge. "Are you in the mood for some French toast?"
"No. I'm in the mood for you to talk to me…"
I jump when I realize he's directly behind me and almost drop the eggs. "Jesus!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Will you just stop and look at me, please?"
"Bain, I'm fine. We both knew that one of us would get bored eventually. It was only a matter of time…"
I'm grabbed by my arms and made to face him, but I can't look at him with the tears threatening to fall. Bain isn't having it, though. He pulls me closer, and when I still won't look at him, he slips one arm behind me and lifts my chin with his fingers.
"You think I slept with Domina?"
"Well, didn't you?"
"No! Ryan, I don't need to sleep with anyone because I haveyou."
"Then why did you have to think about it when I asked you?"
