Page 5 of Twisted Bonds
"Once I get into this pussy, I will take it whenever I want, so again, are you sure?"
He's so cute, but I'm getting really frustrated. "Yes! Fuck me, Bain…please!"
The moment he enters me, we both moan. He's had me suck him off, so I knew he was girthy, but the stretch I get as he slides into me feels so good. "Oh God, Bain…keep going."
"You don't care that your stepdaddy is putting his cock into you? This is so naughty, pretty girl. You're so naughty…"
My God, the way he says it does sound so taboo, but I know he's only doing it to turn me on. So, I play along with him. "Yes, Daddy Bain, keep fucking me just like that!"
"Fuck, Ryan! You feel way too good… it's sinful, really. There should be a sign on your cunt that says, 'Enter At Your Own Risk'."
"Fuck me harder, Daddy Bain. Make it hurt…please!"
He pulled out then slammed back into me. "Like that, pretty girl? Do you want to be treated like my dirty little whore now that your stepdaddy is fucking you? Do you like knowing that what we are doing is so fucking wrong on so many levels. Does it turn you on?"
"God…yes to all of it, Daddy!"
And he did, but it was a delicious hurt, and then he did aftercare on me once he was done. I think about that day every time, and just like all those other times, as soon as I do, I think about Beau. I wonder if he's doing another girl and living his best life. I'm hurt that he never returned to me,but I don't hate him. Accepting that three other men had used me for over a year is a tough pill to swallow. I will forever be in Beau's debt for helping me get off drugs and allowing me to feel what being loved felt like.
However, today feels different. It's all the same, my thoughts of my and Bain's first time and then of Beau, but it's more. It's almost like he's watching, or he knows what I'm doing with his father, and I feel ashamed, but at the same time, I scream out another orgasm as Bain shudders and comes inside me.
Sending me away afterward, I go to my room, and instead of going to bed like Bain likes me to do when I'm full of his seed, I go in and take a shower. For some odd reason, I feel dirty and need to clean myself. I can't be doing this. Beau chose to not come back, and so I'm moving on. Maybe not in the traditional sense because I don't know if I can ever love another person. Beau was my everything until he wasn't, but his love still haunts me daily.
"Are you okay?" Laney asks as she stands in the doorway to my office.
"Hmm?" I look up.
My friend chuckles, "I was asking if you were okay. You seem like you're far away this morning." Pausing, Laney's eyes widen. "OH EM GEE, did you have sex?"
"What?" I look at her as if she's crazy.
Neither of my friends knows about Bain and I, and I prefer to keep it that way. My private life is just that, private. As much as I love sharing with Laney and Heather, I have no desire to tell anyone that I allow my stepfather to whip me and call me his good girlor that I let him put a plug in my ass this morning. They wouldn't understand.
"You have that 'just been fucked' look about you," Laney says, grinning.
I scoff and reply, "I wish! I'm as dry as the Sahara Desert these days."
She stares unnervingly at me before pushing away from the doorframe and walking toward my desk. "Fine. If you say so, Ryan."
"I do," I tell her, and then I notice a file in her hand. "What do you have for me?"
"Oh! I almost forgot why I even came in here." She laughs and hands me a new file. "I set up an appointment this morning. It's a local woman who's been in an abusive marriage for the past year, and she needs help getting out of it."
My brows furrow. "A local, you say?"
I open the folder and stare at the name in disbelief. No, it can't be the same woman, can it? Although I only know one person by this unique name from town, she could be from somewhere else and married someone from this area. However, my gut is telling me that isn't the case.
"Laney, did this woman happen to say anything else? Like how she heard of us…or anything?"
"Well, we do advertise a lot," my friend says, chuckling. "But now that you mention it, she did ask for you specifically. She said she was an old friend. You weren't in yet, so I couldn't transfer you, but she will be coming in just after lunch."
"Thank you, Laney. Yes, we went to school together and were close once. Do me a favor and clear my afternoon off. This may take a while, and I don't want to rush her," I say as I continue staring at the name on the file.
Olive Harrison
Maiden name: Stanton
Age: 21
