everything we’d shared was a lie. It wasn’t a lie. You left me. I loved you and you left me.”
She is upside down and sobbing. She chokes. I get tissue and command her to blow. I command she stop crying, but she doesn’t, and so she is forced to blow again and again to keep from choking on the snot going down her throat.
I do not try to explain how betrayed I felt at the time, because she is right and I was in the wrong. I should have tried harder to see the truth. She was in an impossible situation, feeling emotions she’d never felt. I left her bottoming out with no one to turn to except Lord Fyre…and he was there…ready, willing.
Damn it.
“So, because I failed you once, you can never trust me again?” I do my best to keep my voice in monotone and my emotions in check. I dip my head to lick her clit, a gentler stroke than the vibrator can provide. I want her to come down a little. Not too much. But a little. Enough to make the next pleasure plateau her highest yet.
“Yes. No!”
I squat down, catching and holding her gaze. “Which is it?”
“I trust you.”
“Yet you went to Thomas, hoping he would support your decision to abort the baby? And I’m here to tell you, I’m shocked. Because the woman I knew the day before yesterday—or at least the woman I thought I knew—abhorred abortion. Or were you lying to me before?”
She gasps, my meaning clear, but I don’t leave it at that.
Standing, I expose the bud of her sex and hold the vibrator to it. “Tell me again how Lionell McCain and your father forced you into a car and drove you to an abortion clinic. Tell me again how you fought them and how you struggled for years to find absolution from murdering your child.”
Her body jerks under the pressure of the vibrator. She screams, “Stop it!”
“You had me convinced.” I repeat what she told me in the past, mimicking with cruel exaggerated sentiment, “I imagined that I’d felt her move the days before. I wanted her. I did. But I had no one, except Daddy, and I thought that giving up my daughter was the only way to keep my father.”
“Shut up!” She screams, her body bucking defiantly.
I should stop. I don’t. Interrogation is the one thing Lord Ice excels at and I wouldn’t want her to not have the experience before she decides if she wants me or Thomas, if it comes down to a choice. I fill my voice with the emotion she expressed almost two years ago. “Oh God, I couldn’t lose him too, not so soon after Mom. I wouldn’t have had anyone.”
“No. No. No!” Her orgasm crashes over her.
I lie down on the floor so that we are eye to eye. “Did you lie? Were you just playing a part?”
“No,” she sobs.
“You wonder why I left? Why I couldn’t stand the sight of you after learning you were a reporter.”
“None of it was lies. I promise. None of it was.” She fights her bonds, but there will be no freedom for Kitten, not anytime soon.
“I know, Kitten. That’s why I’m here. If I thought for a minute you were false I wouldn’t be.”
She cries harder.
“Tell me, at what point did you decide abortion is an acceptable form of birth control?”
“Master, please!”
“Answer the question.”
“I didn’t want the ménage to change!”
“The ménage changed dynamics the moment you conspired with Thomas against me.”
Her eyes widen. “No! That’s not—”
I wipe the tears from her face. “It’s how I see it.”
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”
I kiss her even though we aren’t through. She thinks we’re through, but I’m just getting warmed up.
“What frightens you, Kitten?”
* * * *
When I do untie her, she collapses into my arms, completely sobbed out. She falls asleep as I carry her to our bedroom and tuck her into bed.
She is bruised, bitten…emotionally devastated…marked by me both mentally and physically. And pregnant. Only time will tell how this plays out. In the meantime, I have to make an appointment with a
She is upside down and sobbing. She chokes. I get tissue and command her to blow. I command she stop crying, but she doesn’t, and so she is forced to blow again and again to keep from choking on the snot going down her throat.
I do not try to explain how betrayed I felt at the time, because she is right and I was in the wrong. I should have tried harder to see the truth. She was in an impossible situation, feeling emotions she’d never felt. I left her bottoming out with no one to turn to except Lord Fyre…and he was there…ready, willing.
Damn it.
“So, because I failed you once, you can never trust me again?” I do my best to keep my voice in monotone and my emotions in check. I dip my head to lick her clit, a gentler stroke than the vibrator can provide. I want her to come down a little. Not too much. But a little. Enough to make the next pleasure plateau her highest yet.
“Yes. No!”
I squat down, catching and holding her gaze. “Which is it?”
“I trust you.”
“Yet you went to Thomas, hoping he would support your decision to abort the baby? And I’m here to tell you, I’m shocked. Because the woman I knew the day before yesterday—or at least the woman I thought I knew—abhorred abortion. Or were you lying to me before?”
She gasps, my meaning clear, but I don’t leave it at that.
Standing, I expose the bud of her sex and hold the vibrator to it. “Tell me again how Lionell McCain and your father forced you into a car and drove you to an abortion clinic. Tell me again how you fought them and how you struggled for years to find absolution from murdering your child.”
Her body jerks under the pressure of the vibrator. She screams, “Stop it!”
“You had me convinced.” I repeat what she told me in the past, mimicking with cruel exaggerated sentiment, “I imagined that I’d felt her move the days before. I wanted her. I did. But I had no one, except Daddy, and I thought that giving up my daughter was the only way to keep my father.”
“Shut up!” She screams, her body bucking defiantly.
I should stop. I don’t. Interrogation is the one thing Lord Ice excels at and I wouldn’t want her to not have the experience before she decides if she wants me or Thomas, if it comes down to a choice. I fill my voice with the emotion she expressed almost two years ago. “Oh God, I couldn’t lose him too, not so soon after Mom. I wouldn’t have had anyone.”
“No. No. No!” Her orgasm crashes over her.
I lie down on the floor so that we are eye to eye. “Did you lie? Were you just playing a part?”
“No,” she sobs.
“You wonder why I left? Why I couldn’t stand the sight of you after learning you were a reporter.”
“None of it was lies. I promise. None of it was.” She fights her bonds, but there will be no freedom for Kitten, not anytime soon.
“I know, Kitten. That’s why I’m here. If I thought for a minute you were false I wouldn’t be.”
She cries harder.
“Tell me, at what point did you decide abortion is an acceptable form of birth control?”
“Master, please!”
“Answer the question.”
“I didn’t want the ménage to change!”
“The ménage changed dynamics the moment you conspired with Thomas against me.”
Her eyes widen. “No! That’s not—”
I wipe the tears from her face. “It’s how I see it.”
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”
I kiss her even though we aren’t through. She thinks we’re through, but I’m just getting warmed up.
“What frightens you, Kitten?”
* * * *
When I do untie her, she collapses into my arms, completely sobbed out. She falls asleep as I carry her to our bedroom and tuck her into bed.
She is bruised, bitten…emotionally devastated…marked by me both mentally and physically. And pregnant. Only time will tell how this plays out. In the meantime, I have to make an appointment with a
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