Yes, Master

Kyle

A/N: So you guys get to see behind the scenes and why he decided to do what he did.

If there was one thing I wanted in the world throughout my childhood it was to protect my mother.

My father was a great father. But he was an awful Dom. I watched him abuse my mother day in and day out. It was always disregarded. It was just how it was. It didn't make me like though. I always swore I would be different.

But, I realized as Bailey's body went limp in forced submission, I wasn't.

I wasn't being a good Dom.

What I was doing was downright abusive. He didn't deserve this treatment. I didn't deserve him.

But that didn't stop me from finishing.

I left him there crying and went to shower. It was only there that let silent tears of regret stream down my face as they were lost in the droplets of water. The first time I saw my father actually strike her was burned into my mind.

She'd overcooked the eggs.

He threw the plate at her--the dish shattering inches from her face. I watched her fear melt to a stony neutral expression.

The same face Bailey had after I fucked him for the first time.

I had wanted it to be us making love but...there was no love. It had taken me by surprise when he said it. But it was true. We never connected over anything. But I got so defensive...

I suppose my feelings were somewhat hurt. I assumed love would come standard in all our relationship. Clearly I was wrong.

I tried to really immerse him in it all. But I think it was too much too fast.

I hoped he'd loosen up but he didn't. Every time I had sex with him I could feel him slipping further away. And this point the distance was even affecting me.

I was just like my father.

I was selfish and cruel. What was I doing?

I tried to find an answer to these questions for weeks. But there weren't any. You can't force someone to love you--no matter how hard you tried.

All I had accomplished was breaking someone who used to have such a personality.

I could stomach myself. So, like him, I drew away. The distance between us got to a point where I didn't feel okay with it.

So I sat him down and tried to engage him. To see if there anything at all that could salvaged between us.

And all he could talk about was his father.

So I gave up.

"And if you trully am miserable here, I'll drive you home tomorrow."

I got up and went upstairs. I didn't want him to see me emotional.