humiliated by my weakness.
Dylan pulls me up and bear hugs me. I don’t even mind the pain in my ass at the moment. His arms feel good around me and I feel loved. I was expecting Dylan to be angry or irritated with me, but he always surprises me with his kindness when I least expect it.
“Please, please, Isa, don’t keep these things from me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need. You’re never going to get over these things if you don’t talk about them. I know how hard that is for you to do. I know. You’re more important to me than work and taking care of you is what I live for, so don’t deprive me of it. I want you to need me. I love that you need me. It’s okay if you need to be saved. Sometimes even the strongest, most independent people need to be rescued.”
Chapter 4
Dylan
Isa won’t look at me and my heart aches for her. I wish she would’ve told me this before we left. She needs to talk to her counselor. Hell, she should’ve talked to her ages ago, but she’s so damned stubborn. I suppose I don’t have any room to talk. Isa has been prodding me to talk to Maggie about what happened to my parents, but there’s no way that’s happening. Not in this lifetime. Confessing everything to Isa was more than I can handle; there’s no way in hell I’m telling a stranger.
She finally looks into my eyes and she looks heartbroken. I hate her father with every ounce of my being for what he’s done to her. I truly hate that sick fucker and I want him dead.
“Oh, Dylan. Please don’t do that,” Isa whispers.
“What?” I ask, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
“I know that look. You’re thinking of the different ways to make my father pay for what he’s done to me, aren’t you?”
“You do know your husband well.”
She finally musters a smile to my comment. She rises on her knees before me and gingerly sits back on her haunches. She looks perfectly submissive as she watches me in her kneeling position. She still thinks I’m angry with her for not telling me, but I’m far from angry.
“I’ m not angry with you,” I reassure her, knowing what she’s thinking.
“ You’re not happy with me, either. Are you?”
I can’t lie to her. “No, I’m not. I’m hurt and disappointed that you didn’t tell me this sooner.”
Isabel pouts her mouth and looks down at her knotted hands. “I ’d rather you were angry instead. I can’t bear the thought of disappointing you, sugar,” she says softly.
My precious girl. That’s truly what she is; a girl in a woman’s body. She’s never really grown up; her damned father never allowed it. Perhaps that’s why she seeks discipline. The thought upsets me. I need to know her reasons for wanting discipline. She’s told me before, but I want to be reassured that her abusive past isn’t the reason for her need for this lifestyle. I need to be at peace that the things I’m doing to her aren’t making matters worse.
“I’m going to ask you something and I want you to answer me truthfully, Isa.”
“Of course, Sir,” she says. She pushes her shoulders back and sits up straighter, ready for my question.
“What is it about the BDSM lifestyle that appeals to you?”
Isa looks shaken by my question. “Why are you asking me this again?” she asks, unblinking and wide-eyed.
“Just answer me . Is it strictly because of the kinky sex? Or is it because you need the discipline? With what your father has done to you, how can you crave the pain the way you do?”
Isa immediately moves away from me and sits on the edge of the bed, staring forward and silent. Shit. I reach out to her and she pulls away from me.
“D on’t pull away from me, Isabel,” I state, grabbing onto her arm and sitting next to her on the bed.
She continues to sit motionles s and quiet. “Damn it, talk to me. What are you feeling right now? ” I demand.
“I f eel like I’m being interrogated and accused of something disgusting,” she says
Dylan pulls me up and bear hugs me. I don’t even mind the pain in my ass at the moment. His arms feel good around me and I feel loved. I was expecting Dylan to be angry or irritated with me, but he always surprises me with his kindness when I least expect it.
“Please, please, Isa, don’t keep these things from me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need. You’re never going to get over these things if you don’t talk about them. I know how hard that is for you to do. I know. You’re more important to me than work and taking care of you is what I live for, so don’t deprive me of it. I want you to need me. I love that you need me. It’s okay if you need to be saved. Sometimes even the strongest, most independent people need to be rescued.”
Chapter 4
Dylan
Isa won’t look at me and my heart aches for her. I wish she would’ve told me this before we left. She needs to talk to her counselor. Hell, she should’ve talked to her ages ago, but she’s so damned stubborn. I suppose I don’t have any room to talk. Isa has been prodding me to talk to Maggie about what happened to my parents, but there’s no way that’s happening. Not in this lifetime. Confessing everything to Isa was more than I can handle; there’s no way in hell I’m telling a stranger.
She finally looks into my eyes and she looks heartbroken. I hate her father with every ounce of my being for what he’s done to her. I truly hate that sick fucker and I want him dead.
“Oh, Dylan. Please don’t do that,” Isa whispers.
“What?” I ask, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
“I know that look. You’re thinking of the different ways to make my father pay for what he’s done to me, aren’t you?”
“You do know your husband well.”
She finally musters a smile to my comment. She rises on her knees before me and gingerly sits back on her haunches. She looks perfectly submissive as she watches me in her kneeling position. She still thinks I’m angry with her for not telling me, but I’m far from angry.
“I’ m not angry with you,” I reassure her, knowing what she’s thinking.
“ You’re not happy with me, either. Are you?”
I can’t lie to her. “No, I’m not. I’m hurt and disappointed that you didn’t tell me this sooner.”
Isabel pouts her mouth and looks down at her knotted hands. “I ’d rather you were angry instead. I can’t bear the thought of disappointing you, sugar,” she says softly.
My precious girl. That’s truly what she is; a girl in a woman’s body. She’s never really grown up; her damned father never allowed it. Perhaps that’s why she seeks discipline. The thought upsets me. I need to know her reasons for wanting discipline. She’s told me before, but I want to be reassured that her abusive past isn’t the reason for her need for this lifestyle. I need to be at peace that the things I’m doing to her aren’t making matters worse.
“I’m going to ask you something and I want you to answer me truthfully, Isa.”
“Of course, Sir,” she says. She pushes her shoulders back and sits up straighter, ready for my question.
“What is it about the BDSM lifestyle that appeals to you?”
Isa looks shaken by my question. “Why are you asking me this again?” she asks, unblinking and wide-eyed.
“Just answer me . Is it strictly because of the kinky sex? Or is it because you need the discipline? With what your father has done to you, how can you crave the pain the way you do?”
Isa immediately moves away from me and sits on the edge of the bed, staring forward and silent. Shit. I reach out to her and she pulls away from me.
“D on’t pull away from me, Isabel,” I state, grabbing onto her arm and sitting next to her on the bed.
She continues to sit motionles s and quiet. “Damn it, talk to me. What are you feeling right now? ” I demand.
“I f eel like I’m being interrogated and accused of something disgusting,” she says
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