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"No, by acknowledging the difference between a whore and one who you give your name to and pump full of heirs." My uncle watches my reaction closely, so I ensure that my game face is always on.
I nod, tight-lipped. "I see."
"Good. Now, watch the scene play out, and then we will discuss it."
Liam leans back in his chair again and continuously trains his eyes on me. I can't zone out because he will be able to tell, so I have no choice but to watch. Thankfully, I can give him my emotions honestly as I watch my father restrain my girl to the wooden cross and use, first, a flogger and then a wooden paddle on her perfect ass. When he brings out a whip, I tense up, and my nails dig into the arms of my chair.
Ten.
That's the number of lashes my girl received by my father's hand. It's also the number of times I'm going to beat the ever-loving shit out of him when next I get the chance. My blood is boiling by the time he comes back into the camera view, and when I think he's going to release her, red fills my vision as I watch him open his pants and start fucking Ryan from behind while he reaches around, more than likely to play with her beautiful clit…my clit!
There is no sound on the video, thank God, but I can tell by the way Ryan throws her head back that she's found her climax. However, my father doesn't have his before he pulls out and releases her. Carrying her over to the bed in the room, I watch as he carefully lays her on her stomach and begins to rub a salve on her back. He's—taking care of her.
Just when the anger begins to subside, and my feelings start to go awry because I'm not sure what to think of my father's actions, it rises back up. He's done caring for her backside, but now, he's lifting her ass into the air and thrusting back into her. Ryan turns her head so I can see her face perfectly, and—she's smiling, biting her lip. My father grabs her hair and pulls back on it hard. She's enjoying it, and God help me, I'm getting a stiffy just by watching her.
As promised, the video plays until the end, once my father spills himself inside my girl—without a condom. What's odd is that when they are done, he helps her back into her silk robe and kisses her forehead softly. I can read his lips as he says thank you. Why would he be thanking her after fucking her? You only do that when…
Then it dawns on me. Is Ryan his whore? No, that wouldn't be right. My father doesn't fuck whores, but he's a Dominant, and he does fuck submissives. Could it be that Ryan is now my father's submissive?
"So, how do you feel about what you just watched?" my uncle asks with a smirk.
I know I have to be careful about how I answer him, so I choose carefully and ask, "How am I supposed to feel? I just watched my father fuck my ex."
"Yes, you did, and as you could see, she enjoyed it immensely. How do you feel about that?" He's scrutinizing my every reaction, and it angers me. Still, it only benefits me in the long run because he then says, "Ah, yes. There it is…the anger. I knew it. Nobody can sit there and watch a person who lied by telling them that they loved them, then turn around and fuck their father, without getting angry. Ryan is a whore, Beau." He says my name for the first time in over a year. "She doesn't deserve you. Hell, she doesn't deserve your father, and that's saying a lot, but he's still a Huntley."
"May I ask what this is all about?" I cock my brow.
Movement from under the desk draws my attention. I was so wrapped up in the video that I never heard anything. Liam buttons his pants and yanks Pretty Bird out from between his legs, making her kneel beside his chair.
"This, my dear nephew, is about taking back what is yours. When I am through with you, you will not only be sitting in the CEO's chair at Bellini Formal, but you will take back your dignity and manhood by taking your father's new whore by the hair.” He demonstrates on Pretty Bird, yanking her head back and then spitting in her mouth. "And showing her how a real whore serves her Master, all while doting on the perfect wife."
I know Liam is delusional, and I don't flinch once while he spews on about taking over the business or even making Ryan my whore, but when he mentions a wife, my hackles rise. He doesn't seriously think I will marry anyone other than Ryan, does he? Obviously, I don't want him thinking I still want Ryan, but to think I will marry at all…
My uncle chuckles. "Ah yes, I haven't mentioned that little tidbit, have I?"
"What tidbit are you talking about?"
"The part where I have a wife planned for you." He pets Pretty Bird's head, flashing her a knowing smile even though she can't see it, but I notice her stiffen anyway. "Granted, she's quite a bit younger, so it won't be for some time. You will have plenty of time to get that whore of yours in line before you take your new wife."
"Exactly how young is this girl?" It's not that I'm interested, but after Pretty Bird's reaction, I'm curious. "Do I know her?"
Liam scoffs, "She's what? Eleven now? You've never met her because she's been away at boarding school. All you need to know is that her name is Cayley, and her parents are from two powerful families. She will make a great bride for you and be pure and innocent. Her name even means innocent; it's one of the reasons she's spent her whole life tucked away from the evil world. Nuns raised her, and then she went straight to an all-girl boarding school."
Instead of arguing, I give him what he wants, my subservience. "Okay. Seven years should be plenty of time to prepare for marriage."
"Five," Liam replies.
"Hm? I thought you said the girl is eleven? Seven will put her at eighteen."
"Yes, but her parents will sign off once she turns sixteen," he informs me.
"Don't you think that's a bit young?"
My uncle shrugs. "You should want them young; it's easier to train them and get them in line, but you're the one marrying her, so if you want to wait until she turns eighteen, so be it. However, you will become her guardian when she turns sixteen. It's the only way to ensure her innocence until the wedding. You may want to have your whore train her in the ways of the bedroom, so she will know how to please you."
My gut is in constant chaos the longer I sit in the same room as my uncle, and as I study both Liam and Pretty Bird, I can sense that something is very off about this. However, I nod and agree for now, "Okay, then. I think I can handle that."
Ten
