“Jason would have gone crazy.” There’s a wistful smile in Heather’s voice. “But she was always his little girl. He would have moved the world for her if it was in her way.”
“I’ve always tried to help Damon. He’s just so angry all the time. I don’t know how to get through to him anymore. After Beth passed, it’s like he shut me out entirely.”
“Did you talk to Tom?”
Adam releases a sigh. “Went over there. Had it out with him. Apparently he figured out what Chase did. That’s why he made sure the Yale hockey coach was at the party. Talked up Damon to give him his second chance at the NHL. Like that fixes everything I went through. What Damon went through.”
“Your son is alive and healthy. You can’t keep holding him back. You can’t let your fear hold him back.”
“Is that what your therapist tells you?” Adam’s tone is lighter.
“No, she tells me I checked out of life a long time ago. Probably before Jason died. It was a protective reflex so I wouldn’t feel any pain.” Heather sighs. “The only other time I woke up, before you, was back before we moved into the house. The reason we moved into the house.”
They’re quiet for a long time, so I move away and head upstairs to Annie’s room. Her bed is empty. I shake my head. She talked about sleeping in her own bed this week. Didn’t even make it a day.
I relock the door and walk through to Damon’s room. Little needy noises come through the mostly closed door. I open it quietly.
Annie lies naked from the waist down on the bed, her legs spread with her fingers buried in her cunt.
Quietly, I cross the floor and creep up on the bed. When I grab her hand to stop her from fucking herself, she opens her eyes and smiles.
“Such a naughty girl.” I draw her fingers out of her and lick her slick from them. “You know you’re not supposed to get off without permission.”
“You took too long. I needed release.” She arches her body and spreads her legs. Her pussy is wet and begging for release. Her gaze flicks to the corner where the camera is. I’ll have to log in later to watch how she got herself to this point.
I shake my head. “That’s not for you to decide, baby girl.”
I take off my shirt and pants, glancing at the door to make sure it’s locked. “Crawl across the bed to me.”
She turns over and crawls over to me. Fucking powerful. I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Stand,” I say.
She brushes against my arm as she climbs off the bed. She stands in front of me. Damon’s shirt falls around her hips to cover her. Her gaze locks on my hard cock, straining against my abs, and she wets her lips.
“Lie down across my lap, baby girl. Ass up. You’ll get five for not waiting for one of us to give you permission to touch yourself.”
She arches her eyebrow like she’s going to defy me.
“Do what you’re told.”
A little shiver rushes through her, but then she obeys me. It takes us a moment to make sure we’re both settled and in theright position. I stroke my hand down her spine, and her body arches into my touch.
“So needy, baby girl.”
“Yes, please, sir.” The words slip out of her mouth like candy, so fucking sweet, making me want more.
“Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll let you come after you take your punishment.” I slide my hand over the curve of her ass cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
She releases her breath and gives me her weight. “Red for stop? Yellow for pause?”
I rub her ass in a circle. “That will work. But if you say stop this time, I’ll stop. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Count them for me, baby girl.” I lift my hand and bring it down on her ass cheek with a loud smack.
“Ow. One, sir.” She wiggles on my lap a little.
