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"Oh God…"
He chuckles this time, "I'm sorry, Ryan, but it can't be helped."
Once he's done, he helps me stand; this time, I catch him looking at me. I mean, really looking at me. Even if it is only briefly before his eyes dart away. I saw it in his eyes; he's attracted to me. I try telling myself that it's wrong, that I'm still flying high from the whipping, but I'm increasingly beginning to think that it isn't the case at all. Watching him closely now, he’s looking a bit sheepish, as he rubs the back of his neck, and that’s when I notice a vibrator on the bed. I cock my brow at him.
"I, uh, noticed you were aroused from the whipping, and I brought it out so you could use it on yourself once I left, but then I saw the piercing. Of course, you shouldn't use it now due to possible infection. No sex for four to six weeks. That is, if you don't want to chance it getting infected."
I scoff, "Like I have anyone to have sex with."
"That includes getting yourself off, Ryan. You should refrain from coming until then," Bain says, not caring that his words are only making my arousal worse.
Before I can say anything else, Bain turns and walks out of the room, but not before I notice the bulge in the front of his pajama bottoms.God,am I seriously having all these thoughts about my stepfather? I need to get out of the house more and stay away from him as much as possible. Well, after he teaches me how to whip myself first.
Fifty-Two
The days following my lesson on how to whip myself were not my greatest. I will tell you now that I'm not like other women. The way my life has been, I've never been one to hang with the girls and gossip about boys. I was the outcast through high school because of my drug use and because I chose to be the outcast. My only experience with men was my ex-best friend, who ended up taking what he wanted in the end and is now deceased, my high school bully turned the love of my life—my husband, or so I thought—who is currently MIA, and last but not least, the mafia brothers who owned my every waking moment for over a year. So, yeah, you can say I'm confused as fuck when it comes to how things are with my stepfather.
I know my thoughts are wrong. My mother is probably rolling around in her grave, but aside from Bain being the widower of my mother, is it really that wrong to be attracted to my stepfather? Most will say it's taboo, but honestly, it's like it was with Beau. I didn't grow up with Bain as a father figure, so it can't be that wrong...right?
Of course, there is Beau. How long should I have to wait for him to get his head out of his ass and come back home to me?What if he's found someone else and is too afraid to tell me? Could I really blame him?At this point in my life, I don't have time to date, nor do I want to go through all the highs and lows of getting to know someone new. Too much has happened for me to just move on and pretend that the last few years never happened. I'm damaged goods now, and nobody wants a woman like that.
Bain had it right after his first wife died. He took on submissives, so he never had to get close to another female. Granted, it was more for their protection, but mine would be for my own protection. I don't think I can ever let anybody else back into my heart again. Everybody I love leaves me at some point, so I don't need another man in my life just so he can leave me, too.
Unfortunately, my body had said otherwise. The needy little bitch screams for pleasure that isn't self-inflicted. It just so happened that regardless of whether there was something taking place between me and my stepfather, I couldn't do shit for weeks because of that piercing. Bain so painfully reminded me of this after I threw myself at him the night of my birthday.
My stepfather had taken me out to an expensive restaurant, and then we went to a private club he attends to have a few drinks. At first, I thought it was just a classy club for the rich, but all too soon, I realized that it was the non-kink side of the exclusive sex club he used to go to before my mom. Naturally, I took it as an invitation, but I was wrong.
Bain was livid with me as he drove us back to the Manor, even after I apologized to him. He didn't want to listen. He just kept saying how wrong it would be and that people wouldn't understand, blah, blah, blah. So, after that humiliating turndown, I had no choice but to try and move on.
Throwing myself into my work, I keep myself busy from morning until night, only walking through the front door once I'm dead on my feet. As promised, Bain had his construction crew start on the extension of the shelter house. In the past two weeks, we had six of our guests head back home, but we gained another ten, having to bunk a few of them together until rooms opened up. There is no limit to how long each person can stay. We want them to be comfortable and know that this is their home for however long they need it.
Besides checking in on his crew, whom he sent to work on the shelter, I rarely see Bain, and it's for the best. I've broken my promise to my mother about watching over him, but I don't think she will mind so much due to the reason for breaking it. We are just shy of two months after my birthday, and I haven't the slightest idea as to what my stepfather's been up to.
"Well, only two more locations left on the file you gave me, Ryan. Do you have any plans for what you will do once we have finished?" Agent Castor asks as he drives me back to the Manor.
We just completed yet another mission in clearing out a trafficking location, only this time, shit got deep, and people got hurt. No one on Castor's team was injured, only the bad guys, so I don't feel sorry for them. It serves them right.
"Is it ever really finished, Castor?" I roll my head on the headrest to look at him.
He chuckles when he realizes what I ask is very true. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He glances over at me, studying me briefly before turning his eyes back on the road. "What I should be asking is, are you ready to be done?"
"Honestly? No, I'm not. There is a problem in this world where sick fucks think they have power over the ones that are less fortunate than they are. There will always be men and women wanting to make a few extra bucks off selling other people." I turn my head and look out the windshield before finishing. "I don't want to be done until every bastard is thrown away in your underground cell."
Silence fills the car. "You know, that prison isn't too far away…"
I snap my head back to him. "And?"
Castor only shrugs. "Thought maybe you would want to go in and peek at what the brothers are doing."
Do I?
"It would probably be for the best if I didn't. It's not like Sergio would want to see me anyway, and I couldn't care less about Luca." I tilt my head. "Is there a reason why you would ask me this?"
Castor glances over at me, sighing. "I've seen many victims, Ryan. I've also witnessed what being held captive for a long time does to the victim, especially when there are multiple captors. I saw it in your eyes the night we took the D'Angelos out at the Manor."
"What are you talking about, Castor?"
"You felt something for Sergio D'Angelo. Didn't you?" he asks.
