Page 53 of Twisted Bonds
His face twists in disgust. "So, you would want me to give you an enema but fuck you with my cock and fingers first?"
I laugh audibly. "I'll pass on the enema, but the rest...yes."
His hand tries to slip between my thighs again, but I tighten them once more. "Let me in, Ryan."
"No."
"Ryan…" Beau says my name in warning.
"If you want in, you’ll have to pry my legs open yourself."
"You don't think I will?" He cocks his brow.
"I never said that…"
He sits there studying me, then stands and walks out. All the air leaves my lungs. I was hoping he would do it. I thought Beau would take control andtakewhat is his. No matter what my feelings are for anyone else, Beau will always have my heart. However, deep down, this—darkness or whatever it is—will never be satisfied with what Beau offers me, regardless of what my heart and mind may want.
"You lost your virginity to a Huntley, did you not?" Luca asks as he paces back and forth in front of me.
After finding me in the basement playroom, trying to protect Amelia, Luca dragged me to a room I'd never been in. One that looks like it belongs in a kink club and is a lot nicer than the one in the basement. He's strapped my wrists and ankles to what Luca called the punishing bench. I'm draped over a padded structure with my legs kneeling and strapped to the padding. They are wide open so Luca can get to whatever pussy or ass may be waiting for him to fuck, in this case—mine. My wrists are strapped up by my head, and a strap is across my neck, but I can still turn it from side to side.
"Yes, Luca," I reply.
"That alone deserves punishment," Luca says sternly just before the sting of a paddle comes down on my ass, and I hiss. "What you did today was stupid, poppet. We have warned you not to disrupt Mario when he's working. The product needs to be ready by the night of the sale, and although virgins used to bring a good price, our customers are finding that they enjoy the ones with experience more."
"I'm sorry, Luca. Normally, I wouldn't disturb Mario…"
SWAT!
"Do not speak unless I ask you a question," he barks and finishes delivering twenty swats with the paddle. My ass is on fire, but I don't cry; I'm too embarrassed to cry. Luca chuckles, and I feel his finger run through the folds that showcase that embarrassment. The paddle turned me on. "Fucking pain slut, hell yes. Sergio will love to know this when he gets back."
My punishment that night ended up being a recreation of the fucking Amelia got; only Luca used a very large dildo to fuck my pussy with while he used my ass. I remember his exact words that night because it was the first of many nights of punishment when left alone with Luca and Dante.
After inserting the dildo, Luca spit on me, and I felt it run down my crack. Spreading my cheeks open, he notched his tip at my small, puckered hole and chuckled. "I'm going to fucking ruin you, Huntley whore." He thrust into me without care, listening to me scream until he was nestled deep inside. "Oh, fuck that's tight!"
I sit up screaming, feeling the phantom burn of my asshole being stretched open. Dropping back to my pillow, I roll to my side until it all goes away, and I'm left panting. It's one of the many nightmares I wake up to these days.
Thirty
Beau
Her screams wake me up every night, and I want to go to her so badly, but it isn't what she wants. It's been four days since we've come back to the house. That first night was so full of emotions from both of us that by the end, I couldn't bring myself to try staying in the bed with her, even after she disturbed my pity party drinking session downstairs with her screams. I knew I wasn't welcome.
I ran up the stairs to see what the fuss was about, only to find her on her side panting really hard. I tried to get her to talk to me, but in the end, after being told three times to leave her be, I did just that. I've been sleeping on the couch in the living room, afraid someone will come in and take her away from me again.
Any sane person would take the hint and leave after being told so many times, but I've never claimed to be sane. Ryan has been through more fucked up shit than I have; I know this, but I've been through some shit, too. All I wanted was to get back to her and hold her in my arms to hear her tell me she loved me.
Instead, she runs away from me and then fucks my father upstairs while making my mother and I wait. That's fucked up, and yet I'm still here. My father isn't the one for her—I am, and I will prove it to her somehow. At least, I thought I would, but now, I'm beginning to worry that may not be thecase. She seems to be getting worse; even throughout the day, she has these fits and needs to leave work to return home.
I don't bother Ryan while she's working. I'll help if they need something moved or something fixed, but for the most part, I stay up at the Manor and visit with my mother and sister. Since my father works in his office all day long, they're left alone for the most part. I should be working but decided against it for a while; I need time to get my life in order.
"I hear you're going to be starting school on Monday, squirt." I find Cayley in the entertainment room with Mom and poke her in the side, smiling. "Are you ready to get back to the land of the living?"
She giggles and moves away. "Stop! You know I'm ticklish. And yes, if it means you will stop being so annoying."
"I'll show you annoying…" I rush her, but my father's voice stops me.
"Beau, I need to see you in my office." My father barely looks at my mother but makes eye contact with me and then smiles down at my sister before pivoting and disappearing out of sight.
