It’s impossible for me to act as if my trust wasn’t shattered and I’m struggling to figure out how Liam can even regain it.
Hurting Ward isn’t my priority, either. Not anymore.
Never thought I’d saythat.
Instead, I’m going to get as much mileage out of this situation as I can and use it to my advantage in case it does end badly. I now have an inroad to valuable information via Ward’s political affiliation.
“Have you been approached to join The Fellowship yet?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir.”
At least I don’t have to explain to him what that is. “Have you?”
“No, Sir. I really don’t want to.”
“Did you tell them no outright, or did you just stall them with excuses?”
“Stalled them.”
“Good. Keep doing that. Say you’re too busy, or whatever’s required to keep the line open but not obligate you. I need you to keep track of who asks you, what prayer meetings you’re invited to attend, all of that. I’ll text you the info about the prayer meetings we attend. You’ll need to start attending some of those.” He doesn’t look thrilled about that. “Problem?”
“I was hoping not to go to those, Sir.”
“And people in Hell want cold water, but ask me if I care. I need a spy, and that’s you. People need to see you publicly practicing your faith outside of church. What church are you going to?”
“We haven’t settled on a new one here yet.”
“Guess what? You just got a new one. You’ll attend the Episcopal church we attend here. That’ll give us another good excuse to spend more time with you that your wife won’t think is fishy.”
He doesn’t look convinced. “Yes, Sir.”
“Stand up.”
He does.
“What’s your next step?”
He looks panicked and confused, and I relish it like I’m savoring a fine wine.
“Text you before I go to sleep?” he asks.
“Yes, good boy. Use the burner. I’ll have Liam’s burner tonight. Text me on that for now. I’ll get a new one tomorrow so we’re all protected.” Another aggravation—that means I’ll be carrying four cell phones.
Not that Liam knows about one of them.
I don’t want him knowing about it, either, which is why I can’t have Ward text me on that number.
After sending Ward out, I lock the door behind him and put away everything that I used on him. Then I make myself another drink, in a fresh glass, and return to the bedroom.
Ward’s cum is mostly dried all over Liam’s face. I lean against the bedroom doorframe and stare at him as I sip my drink. “Don’t you dare give him false hope that all you’ll need is time to atone with me. Success is not guaranteed.”
He watches me as I slowly walk over to him and untie his feet. For now, I leave his hands bound. The ice has completely melted inside the plastic wrap and his cock is completely shriveled right now.
Serves him right.
There’s a spreading puddle under him from the melted ice. Good call on the puppy pads, too. Otherwise, I’d be all pissed off again.
Right now I’m…
