✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧
When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely ov...
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| Chapter 17 | Given a Chance
WE WATCH OURangel walk into the restroom before she disappears from view and the door shuts with a soft click.
I had apprehensions when it came to Hayden punishing her so early on. Granted I knew it would happen at some point but she's been here for less than a day. I felt like she should have been given some time to adjust, but something changed.
When I came into the room she was a whimpering mess. Even though I wasn't noticed by her until I spoke, all my attention was on her face and her body's reaction while Hayden was spanking her. The submission, fear and hint of pleasure that shined in her ocean blue irises, told me everything I needed to know.
One, she was learning. Two, she was turned on, and I don't think she even realized it.
Baby if you liked it there's lot more where that came from.
"возможно, ты захочешь исправить свое," I pause thinking of the right word as I point to his tented pants "проблема." (You might want to go fix your, problem)
Silence had fallen over us as we waited for our angel to return from the restroom, but neither of us minded. We both enjoy the silence as well as we both enjoyed each other's company, even if that company was spent in quiet.
"пошел на хуй." The glare he sends my way tells me that if I was anyone else I'd be dead. (Fuck you)
I brake out into a fit of laughter as he storms out of the room going to fix his issues.
Hayden loves inflicting pain. Whether it be pleasurable or not pleasurable he enjoys it either way. I think he'd be happy to hear my observation on our little girl.
I enjoy it a fair amount as well, just not as much as he does. It's a sign of his trauma and past that affects him on a daily but he's made no attempt to change it. Even with my constant attempts to get him to talk to someone, which always go unheard when it comes to him.
