Chapter 10
The Plan
Ian
Jenna looks like a wreck when I let her go on Sunday night after six hours of arduous practice and only two short breaks. Like yesterday, she’s not wearing any makeup, and it makes her look even more vulnerable than she already does. It makes me want to take her in my arms and hold her close.
As much as I like to tear a woman apart and make her cry and scream, I love the mending as well.
One is nothing without the other. It’s the combination that truly makes it special.
And Jenna stirs my every protective instinct.
Leaving her side after the punishment was more than a little difficult, and making sure she eats has become a little obsession of mine.
I hope Killian will come to see the value of aftercare, too, someday. The rate he’s going at now, exerting his cruel sadism and not providing any care, is not healthy. But I’m afraid he’ll only shut down even more if I push him too hard.
I will have to keep a close eye on him when we set our plan into motion.
But the plan is no longer the same as before. I want more as well. The sweet submissive girl is getting under my skin, just as she is with Killian.
I never thought I’d feel attracted to her—my son’s former classmate and the girl whose life I coldly destroyed to make way for my son.
But I couldn’t have known what a beautiful, fiercely determined, and disarmingly vulnerable woman she turned into.
I also couldn’t have known how deeply her submission runs and how natural it is.
I see it in every little thing she does, from the way she instinctively lowers her gaze in my presence to her genuine apologies when she doesn’t live up to my demands.
Only seconds pass between the front door closing behind her and a door upstairs slamming. Then Killian comes running down the stairs. Stopping on the last step, he crosses his arms over his chest. “When am I going to see her again?”
“Patience,” I say, walking past him, toward the living room.
He follows. “I’ve been patient. It’s been a whole week.”
I turn to face him. “I need more time.”
“Why?”
I sigh, seeing how he’s already getting agitated.
His temper has been worsening since he approached Jenna three weeks ago.
This week, he has smashed two plates and the TV remote.
I should probably get him a new therapist, but it never did help much.
The most effective way to control his temper has always been to give him something else to focus on.
Like pushing him to become the best pianist. Kink is helping him as well.
I often worry he’ll go too far with one of his random girls, but so far, he’s kept himself in check.
The few times he did cross a line, it wasn’t too bad, and me having a talk with the girl, giving her some aftercare, and paying off a chunk of her student loans has always sufficed to fix the problem.
I hope having Jenna will calm him. She seems to have a special effect on him that I haven’t seen in anyone or anything else before. But he needs to be patient, just a little while longer.
“I’m wearing her out,” I explain. “But it will take time to get her desperate enough to quit her job and accept our stipulations. I’m molding her to crave my touch; that takes time too.”
“Why?” he repeats.
“As much as she seems to crave your sadism, she needs something safe to lean into. I will provide that. But she needs time to learn to trust it. Teasing and denial. When I’m done with her, she’ll be so desperate for my affection that she won’t be able to say no.”
Killian’s jaw tics. “But she’ll still be mine.”
“We need to talk about that.” I sink into the leather recliner and nod at the couch. “Sit down.”
He does as I tell him, but his hand tapping the cushion reveals that his anger remains.
“I’m not just going to be the clean-up crew, fixing your messes,” I say.
The plan has always involved me providing aftercare—just enough that she wouldn’t break.
It wasn’t Killian’s idea, but he easily accepted it when I asked whether he would do it himself.
It was my idea, but I no longer think it will work.
Seeing Jenna’s raw vulnerability and Killian’s reactions to her, a little won’t suffice.
Especially not if Killian goes as hard on her as I expect.
Jenna will need lots of aftercare. I’ll probably need to have her sleeping in my bed to restore the sense of safety Killian will rip away.
And more so, I’m no longer interested in providing just a little aftercare, and I certainly won’t be bringing a woman into my bed without getting anything out of it.
I don’t mind that I have to provide more aftercare than hurt, but I do want both.
“If she’s going to live under my roof,” I continue, “I want something out of it as well. So we’ll share her.”
“Share her?” A stunned grin spreads over Killian’s face as he drags his hand through his hair. “You want us to share her? As in fucking the same girl. Father and son.”
“Yes.”
He licks his lips. “Damn. I knew you were unhinged, but not that much.”
“Like father, like son,” I say, giving him a meaningful look. I never asked him to parade his girls down here, sperm and spit on their faces, hooks in various openings, displaying them to me as a means to humiliate them.
He throws his hands into the air. “Sure. Whatever. As long as I get what I want, you can have her the rest of the time.”
I lift a finger. “But you cannot break her. That’s my only condition.”
His grin widens. “Why not? I can just send her down here and let you fix her.”
I deepen my voice. “I can’t fix everything. So don’t cross a line. If you take things too far, you won’t win the competition.”
“Okay,” he agrees disgruntledly.
“Good. We have an arrangement, then.” I get up from the recliner and smooth the folds on my shirt. “Give me one more week and I’ll have her ready.”