“Okay. Don’t be surprised if she screams. I promise you that we’re not hurting her.”
“I would never believe that, sir. I can see how you feel about her.”
“Yes, I’m sure it’s obvious to everyone but her.”
“Good luck, sir.”
Rylan chuckled. “Thank you. I think we’re going to need it.”
They went up the stairs and down the hallway. Rylan quietly opened the door and saw the bed was empty. He opened it a little more to see Faith sitting on the window seat, staring outside. The dejection in her pose made tears burn his eyes.
He motioned Duncan in and then softly closed the door.
Rylan watched her for a moment. Her stillness and silence told him so many things. Fuck, he was so pissed at his mother, but in no way was he going to let her destroy the best thing that had ever happened to him.
He cleared his throat to get her attention. Her head whipped around, and for just a split second, he saw pure misery before she blanked it out. Her eyes went from pure, painful emotion to nothing within a second.
“Jesus,” Duncan whispered.
“I know. I saw it, too,” Rylan said. “Hi, baby.”
She stood and gripped her hands together. “Hi, D— I didn’t think you’d be home this early.”
“Were you making plans?”
“What do you mean? What kind of plans?” she asked.
He sighed and then looked over his shoulder at Duncan. “How many is that?”
Duncan smirked. “Quite a few.”
Rylan turned back to her.
“How many what?” she asked.
“Lies, baby. We’re counting how many times you lie to us.”
“But how am I doing that?” she burst out.
“By not telling me the truth about how you feel, for starters.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she cried out. “My feelings don’t matter…”
“That’s bullshit.”
Her hand pressed against her stomach. “No, please listen. I’m not saying that to make you feel bad. It’s me. Something’s wrong with me.”
She flinched and jerked away when he took a step toward her.
“I don’t know where you got that bullshit, but it’s going to stop.”
She tried to laugh. “Because I’m different, that’s why. You need to let me go.”
“I’m not throwing you away. I never will. Do you believe me?”
She bit her lip and nodded, which made him growl.
“There’s another one.”
“Wait, how is that a lie when I’m doing the thing you told me to?”
“Because you act like you will, but we all know your belief in what I’m saying won’t happen anytime soon.” He stared at her for a long moment before speaking again.
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Yes. I know you’d never do anything to harm me.”
“We’re going to do something we’ve never done before, but I know for a fact you’ll enjoy it. But it’s also a good way to punish naughty littles by keeping them from having an orgasm when you’re getting pleasure like you never had before.” He studied her expression and did see honest trust. “I want you to strip and get on the bed.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?”
“You’re going to get naked.”
“But why, and why in front of Duncan?”