“Much. Thank you.”
She stands up, and my father leans in, kissing her, his hands tugging on her hair as she wraps her arms around him. He pulls out of the kiss first, and she opens her eyes, her gaze falling to me since I’m still standing, slack -jawed in the doorway of his office.
“Shit, Max,” she hisses, grabbing for a scrap of material from the floor to cover herself with.
My father turns around, his dick still dripping with their cum, his gaze roving over every inch of me, from the cum stain on my pants to the paddle in my hands.
I swallow and opened my mouth to say something, but he looks furious—more furious than I’ve ever seen him. I slam my jaw shut before any words come out.
My father stalks toward me, his gaze hard, dark, and scary as hell. “What the fuck are you doing out of bed, Samuel?” he barks. I shake my head, still not having words. “Speak!”
I realize I’m trembling, shaking from head to toe as I try to make sense of what I’ve just seen and why he’s so angry at me. His face is red, and his dark eyes are cold. He doesn’t even seem embarrassed by his own nakedness.
“Did you just watch all of that?” he bites out, and I nod, my gaze going to the woman still standing at the desk as she gasps. “Are you a little pervert, Samuel?”
“No, Father,” I mumble.
But I am.
I just watched what my father did and there’s no denying I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“You disgust me. Get out of here, and don’t ever speak of what you saw again. Do you hear me, boy?” he yells.
I nod and turn to leave.
“Samuel. Give me the paddle.”
I turn back and hand over the paddle to him, a feeling of grief washing over me at its loss. I stare at it in his large hands, jealousy surging through me as I wonder if I’ll ever feel its touch again.
“What is it?” Father asks, sensing I have questions.
I bravely look up into his face, thinking, stupidly, that he’ll like me being a man and asking my question. “Did it feel good?” I hate him with every inch of my being. I have done for a long time now. Yet I’m thirteen and curious. I have questions that only he can answer.
He frowns and briefly glance over at the woman—a woman I now recognize as Marie Noelle, a woman who had been at our dinner table earlier tonight. And Patience’s mom.
“Did what feel good?”
“When you hit her with it,” I reply, my jaw flexing. I know instantly I should have kept my mouth shut.
My father’s face goes blank and he stares at me for what seems like an hour or more before replying.
“You don’t speak of what you just saw to anyone. Do you hear me?” His voice is calm, but there’s something chilling in his eyes.
“Okay,” I reply, then turn away, feeling angry. “I won’t mention it to anyone. Not even the Mayor.”
I’ve only taken one step away from him when his big hand comes down hard on my shoulder. “What did you just say to me?”
“Maxwell! Sort this out!” Marie scolds from behind. “If he says anything…”
“He won’t!” he yells before spinning me back around to face him. The back of his hand hits the side of my face and I grunt in pain. “Did you just threaten me?” he sneers. I shake my head no, feeling dazed. “If you think you’ve got the balls to threaten me, then at least have the balls to follow the threat through, Samuel.” He shoves me out into the hallway, slamming my back against the wall.
“I’m sorry,” I grunt as he knees me in the stomach.
But I’m not sorry, I’m angry.
Angry at him for fucking the Mayor’s wife because I know it could hurt Patience if she finds out, and angry because he has information that I want.
“You little bastard. Don’t you ever threaten me. You keep your mouth shut or I’ll make sure I shut it for you!”
