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“Ah, yes, brother. I have plans with Banksy this evening. No need to join me. This will be a one-on-one date.” Rubbing my hands together, so many plans and so much time.
“Let me bring her some stuff before you do whatever the fuck it is you’re planning. Last I checked, she was out of food.” It seems he has taken on the caretaker role.
He can sense it before I even say anything, which I wasn’t going to. He had a rough night. I was going to leave this one be… for now.
“You fucker. She has to eat, let it go,” he jokes with me. Which impresses me, he was pretty quiet the entire drive back.Being back in Groveton must have him feeling better, now that we are far as fuck away from the sperm donor.
Heading in, I run upstairs to grab a few things and change while Landon hightails it to the kitchen.
LANDON
I keptthe lights on the entire time we were gone, but no music. She’s gotten used to it, the lights, sleeping for hours at a time while we were away. Now that we are home, I bring her some food and water. Banks rolls over when she hears my footsteps, her dark hair is a mess, her body still covered by the sheet and her face graces me with a soft smile.
“Hey,” she whispers to me. I smile back at her. Banks doesn’t move when I sit on the edge of her bed, “Here, eat, you need to eat.”
She nods as she sits up and grabs the sandwich.
While she eats, I grab hold of one of her feet, and she flinches at my touch. My thumb rubs the top of her foot in reassurance and that’s all she needs to relax again. She should not trust me. She shouldn’t allow me to do this to her. As my fingers kneed her foot, massaging them with just the right amount of pressure, a small moan escapes her mouth between bites, causing all the blood in my body to rush to my dick. My jeans are tight enough where she won’t notice, but I know, my cock is hard pushing against the fabric of my pants. Placing her one foot down, I grab the other one and repeat while she continues to eat.
“Hud is going to come down and play. He’s missed you. Can you be a good girl for him, Banks?”
She swallows loudly, I don’t look up to see her face. I already know she is scared. A part of me fucking loves it.
“Landon, I can’t. I can’t take another grafting. “Her voice is full of panic and sadness. I shake my head, still keeping my focus down on her feet, “He isn’t going to graft you again, I promise.”
At least I don’t think he is. I could be full of complete shit right now.
Her chains rattle when she nods her head, “Yeah, ok. I can handle it.”
Placing her foot down, I look up at her. Her green eyes stare back at me, her fear making them shine brighter.
I hold my hand out while still maintaining eye contact, and she passes her empty plate. Setting it down next to me, I lean forward, “Is the collar ok? It’s not too tight?”
Her eyes never leave me, her face flushes, “No, it’s ok. It doesn’t bother me. Well, it’s a bit heavy, but not too tight.”
My hand reaches up, wrapping around her throat as my thumb sneaks under the metal collar, rubbing her soft, delicate skin underneath.
“Oh my god, that feels amazing,” she whimpers.
Still not breaking eye contact with her, her lids are hooded. She’s aroused. If my fingers were to trail down, I am almost positive I would find her pussy soaked.
Before stopping, my lips find her forehead again, and Banks leans into it. Pushing into my kiss. The familiar tingle is back and if I am feeling it, so is she. Letting go of her throat, I pull my lips back and whisper against her, “Be good. I’ll be watching.”
“I will. I promise, Landon.”
17
BANKS
There is something about Landon. To some, he is mysterious, dark and dangerous. He is sweet, kind and compassionate. I can also sense a tortured soul inside of him. He is only doing what he knows. I have heard the stories of how Hudson is labeled the Spawn of Satan. Everything is for a reason and I would be dumb to ignore that.
The warm gestures toward me make me feel safe. It gives me hope. Human connection is so important, and he is giving me what I desperately miss and need. I just didn’t know how much I missed it until now.
He is doing this because he has to. It’s all he knows. It’s all they both know. This is what I keep telling myself as I wait for Hudson. The feel of Landon’s lips against my forehead is something I refuse to let escape me. Hudson is coming, I need this feeling to stay with me while Hudson is here.
Gauze is still on my ribs. Since they left for Christmas, the brothers left me supplies to tend to my newest brand, including packets of gauze, tape and medical cream. They made sure not to leave me anything I could use to escape.
“Oh, Banksy!” I shiver when I hear Hudson’s voice.
