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"Okay, I promise. I'm sorry." I sit back in the seat. "I was only trying to help."
My stepfather sighs, "I know, and I'm sorry for harping on you like that. It's just that those are very dangerous men, and we need to tread carefully."
"I'll stay away, I promise," I whisper and turn my gaze out the window.
What does Bain have that is so important that people like Dante and his brothers want it? I don't get it. I understand that Bain's company deals in high-end fashion, but seriously, do mobsters really care where their clothes come from? Another thought comes to me then, and I stare at Bain's profile. Is he laundering money for the Mafia? It isn't unheard of and happens more than people realize. I can't dismiss the idea.
After Mom leaves for the hospital the next morning, I find Bain coming down the stairs as I leave the kitchen. "Can I talk to you, Daddy Bain?"
Using the name he likes, I may get some answers by buttering him up, and it works when he smiles at me and says, "Of course, pretty girl. Come to my office."
I follow him down the hall to his home office and frown because he usually leaves for work by now. "Are you not going to work today?"
"I have a few things to take care of here, and then I'll be leaving." Bain takes his chair behind his desk and powers up his computer. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"
I had a huge speech that I wanted to spew at him, but now that I'm here with him, I'm unsure how to say what I want to say. My palms start to sweat a little. I remember seeing Mom kneel beside him a few times as she talked to him. Maybe I should do that too. I quickly walk around his large desk until I come to stand beside him. I then drop to my knees and look up at him.
I don't get the reaction that I thought I would. He always smiles when my mother does it, so why is he scowling now that I'm doing it? I go to say something, but Bain grabs my arm and tries to pull me up.
"What are you doing, Ryan?"
"I want to talk to you, and I've seen Mom kneel like this. I thought you would be happy if I did so also."
He lets go of my arm and sighs, "Ryan, you must understand that your mother is my submissive. She is expected to kneel at my feet. She gets rewarded when she does so. You are my stepdaughter, and yes, I expect you to submit to me as well, but in a different way. You submit to me by obeying my rules and doing as I ask… it's not the same."
My brows rise as my eyes widen with understanding, and I scramble to my feet. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know…"
"Ryan, it's okay!" Bain chuckles and points to the chair before his desk, "You can sit there, and we can chat."
Hurrying to the chair, my face heats at what I just did. I want to crawl under a rock and hide from the embarrassment. Of course, Bain won't allow me to remain in this state and is already looking at me with that stern look he gives me when I'm being ridiculous. I tend to put myself down often, and my stepfather doesn't like it.
"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" he asks, as he leans back in his chair and waits for me to respond.
"Well, I was thinking last night, but I didn't want to say anything in front of Mom because I didn't want to worry her…" My voice trails off.
"Okay. What exactly were you thinking about?" Bain looks confused, and he should be because I'm not making any sense at the moment.
"I'm not sure how to ask this nicely, so I'm just going to be blunt. Are you or have you ever laundered money for the D'Angelo brothers?" I try to remain strong and not back down, but I can see that my stepfather isn't liking my question very much, and I begin to deflate.
"My business dealings are none of your business, Ryan."
The iciness with which he states this is like a slap to the face, which only has my anger rising now. "Actually, it is. If you are in cahoots with the Mafia, that puts my mother and I in danger, doesn't it?"
"You will not talk to me like this, Ryan. Where is this coming from? You have been such a good girl, and now the old Ryan is coming out again," Bain bites out.
"I'm still me, Bain. Just because I suck it up and act the part doesn't mean I'm not still me. Does it really matter if I've changed? As long as I talk to you with respect and follow the rules, it's all that should matter!" My voice is now raised, and I can't stop myself. "I will not allow myself to be hurt by the Mafia because you do business with them, and I won't let my mother get hurt either!"
"I think you are long overdue for a punishment. You have forgotten what it's like, but I will rectify it right now!" Bain pushes his chair out and raises his brow at me.
I know what it means, and I can't believe I allowed myself to overstep like this. I've been so good about keeping up my act, and now, I have only myself to blame. I stand and slowly go to my stepfather. Looking at his lap, I sigh and bend myself over his thick muscular thigh, so he can dole out my punishment.
Twenty-Three
I'm still wearing my sleep shirt and shorts, so when I bend over his leg, it all hikes up, and I can feel my ass cheeks peeking out. I forget all about what is hanging out when his hand comes down on my ass. The burn it causes has me gasping. He's right; I've forgotten what it feels like, but why does it feel like he isn't putting forth much effort like he did in the past?
Bain pauses after ten swats, resting his hand on my plump ass. "Why are you receiving these, pretty girl?"
"B-Because I raised my v-voice to you and disrespected y-you." I can't help the stutter he brings forth every time he does this.
