spanked, brought to the edge again and again. And the farther down that road we went, the more it turned me on. One night that summer, she called. Said her parents had left for the city and she had a surprise for me.”
He paused and swallowed, working his jaw before resuming the story. She could tell talking about it caused physical discomfort, if not pain. At last, he continued. “I came in and she’d set up this scene—a bench with chains and ties, a flogger, a whip, a whole set of devices. I couldn’t believe it. It was so far beyond anything we’d ever done. I was seventeen for god sakes.”
“What happened?”
“I just went with it. It was what she wanted, so I wanted it too. We’d worked ourselves up, me spanking her as she laid bound and gagged, ass up on this wooden bench. As she orgasmed, I entered her, fucking her harder than ever before. It was incredible. I thought I’d found the girl I was going to marry. My parents be damned.”
He ran a hand over his face and Bryce steeled herself for the rest. “And then it all went to hell. The front door opened and her father walked in.”
“What?” She almost spilled her coffee as she jumped forward on the couch.
“That’s what I thought.” He leaned back and dug his palms into his thighs. “There I was, balls deep in his daughter’s pussy while she laid on a bench, chained and gagged. It was horrifying.”
“I can’t imagine.”
Bryce shook her head in shock as Alston stood up. He walked to the windows and stared out at the lawn.
“Did he call the cops? Pull you away?”
“Worse. I stepped back and Bianca started screaming through the gag. When he’d freed her, she claimed I forced her. Said that I’d gotten her drunk and told her it was all a game. That I raped her.”
Bryce’s hand flew to her mouth. She knew he had a secret. Something terrible. But she never imagined something like this. That he’d be accused of something so heinous. “Oh, Alston. Tell me she recanted. That she admitted she lied.”
“I wish I could. But she didn’t. It was her word against mine. And all the evidence…”
“But she planned it. Set it all up.”
“Yes.”
God, people could be so cruel . “Do you think…did she do it on purpose? To get caught?”
Alston swallowed and gave a brief nod. “I think so, yes. I found out years later that she’d slept with my brother. He was a few years older than us and a major asshole. Still is. He took her virginity and told all his friends what a shitty lay she was. I think it was her way to get back at the family. If she couldn’t ruin him, she’d ruin his little brother.”
“I’m so sorry. Did you—”
“Go to jail? No. Neither family wanted to press charges—bad publicity, you know. So my father cast me out. Refused to listen to a word I had to say and ostracized me. It was like I’d never existed. He settled with the MacMillans for some outrageous sum.”
Bryce set her mug down and walked over to Alston. She rested her hands on his back and he sagged into the window. She couldn’t imagine how he’d lived all these years with the fear and anger Bianca caused. The betrayal. But now she understood why he’d lashed out. Why he’d jumped to conclusions and pushed her away.
He wasn’t an asshole. He was protecting himself. Fear made you do outrageous things. She kissed his back through his t-shirt. “You thought I was doing the same thing. Lying to you so I could sell you out. Use you for my own gains.”
“I’m sorry, Bryce.” Alston turned around and she could see the hurt in his eyes and the shimmer of unshed tears. “I treated you no better than my family treated me. Jumping to conclusions, throwing you out. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“Stop.” She looked up at him and smiled through tears of her own. “I’m sorry you suffered so much, Alston. I’m sorry you’ve been alone all these years—refusing to love in case you get hurt. But I promise, I’ll never
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