Page 71 of Twisted Bonds
My heart does a little pitter patter hearing those words. I'm not sure if he's only saying them for my benefit, but I won't sit and think about it. I'm going with it for now, especially when all thoughts leave me once he's got both fingers in my ass.
"I'm gonna come, Beau!"
"Fucking do it, then I'll take your beautiful ass." I hear the amusement in his voice as his command works, and I almost squirt, but not quite. The next thing I know, my pussy is empty, and there's pressure on my tight ring. "Sit on my cock, Ryan. Work it into your ass until it swallows the whole length."
"Fuck Beau…"
"You can do it, baby. Be my good girl and use my cock to fuck your ass." He loosens his hold on my throat, so when I'm able to look him in the eyes, his green ones burn into mine, daring me to back out.
I raise my brow and push myself on him slowly. I revel in the slow burn of my walls stretching around him. Once my ass cheeks touch his thighs, he growls, pulls me to him, and takes my mouth like a madman.
Beau is unhinged as he devours me like I'm his last morsel, and then he begins to move. He holds my hips so I can no longer move myself, and he fucks me—hard. I whimper from the pain, but as usual, it turns to pleasure, and my whimpers turn to moans.
Yanking his mouth away from me, he grinds his teeth as he watches my face each time he drives his cock into my ass. "Yeah, you're taking it like a really good girl, aren't you, baby. I may not be able to take a whip to you, but I will tear up this ass any time you need me to."
"Uh…Beau… I'm going to come…uh… Oh…fu—ck!" I clench as I come hard.
"Damn it!" Beau curses and stills. I feel the warmth as he paints the inside of my ass with his seed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Our climaxes lasted longer than usual and, we're left panting with our foreheads pressed together. We may have fucked days ago, but this one has been long overdue. With our pent-up anger and lust, we came together and brought forth the storm we both knew was coming. My ass will be sore for days, which in turn should keep everything at bay, but we shall see.
Forty
Ryan
I've avoided Beau and Bain for almost two days now. It's not that I'm ashamed of what I did with Beau; it's actually the opposite. I loved what we shared the other day in his truck. I loved it so much that all the shared memories have rushed forward and are at the forefront of my mind, and there lies the problem. Not only do I have all those fresh memories of my time with Bain, but I also now have the ones I had shared with Beau, the ones that had me fall in love with him.
It's not like I had fallen out of love with Beau, but with it being so long since we saw each other, I was a bit standoffish. Now, having spent that time together over lunch and being with each other the way we were this last time, that love is back in full force. Yet, the thought of giving up Bain altogether tears at my heart. I know Chloe is back, but after he brought me in and helped me a few days ago, somewhere deep down, I was hoping that our sessions could continue.
I know, I'm insane for even thinking about it. Just picturing what it will be like to be in the same room as Bain and not be able to beusanymore overwhelms me. He is Beau's father, and unless I make Beau give up his family, I will have to learn to endure it. Still, I feel that I owe Bain an explanation of sorts. I don't know why I feel the need to do it, but I have to tell Bain about Beau and me. However, I don't know how I will do it if I keep hiding away from them both...
"Knock, knock," a familiar voice says from my office doorway. "Do you have time for an old friend?"
Grinning, I stand and come around my desk. "Old friend or old partner?" I ask as I open my arms to hug Agent Brant Castor.
"Always a friend, Ryan—always." His cologne tickles my senses, and I smile as I pull away.
"I see you're still buying the cheap cologne. No wonder why you don't have a woman." I tease him like I did when I went with him on assignments. We both know that it's the exact opposite; Brant Castor's cologne isn't cheap, and it definitely doesn't smell cheap.
"Yeah, well, you can think what you want, Ry; you know it isn't my cologne that keeps the women away…it's the job," he states, sitting in one of the two chairs in front of my desk.
I walk around to my chair and sit, staring at the agent before me. "Will you ever take a break, Brant?"
"Will the skin trade ever take a break?" He smiles sadly, and my own smile drops.
"Hm, well," I say, wanting to change the subject. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you gracing me with your presence?"
Agent Castor sighs heavily before replying, "I know Bain doesn't want you going back into the field, but I could really use your help with this one."
"Well, that doesn't sound good. Tell me about it. Who is the ring leader, how many are we talking about, and are there underage victims?"
"There are over a hundred at this location, ranging from fifteen and up. About forty-three of them are underage," Castor states.
"Jesus! Who the hell is this guy?" I turn on my computer screen and type in the name Brant tells me to. Maulik Shaan. All I can see are profiles of the man, and in most, he's wearing sunglasses. The man is constantly surrounded by bodyguards.
"Yeah, I couldn't get a great picture of him online either. I got mine from the Bureau, but I don't have it on me at the moment." Brant is leaning over my shoulder, staring at the screen with me.
"It says he resides in India. Is that where you want me to go?" I ask with some concern.
