<b>Chapter </b><b>348 </b>
<b>He </b>put air quotes around the word ‘into‘ to emphasize the meaning behind the statement.
<b>“</b><b>The </b>one night <b>I </b>visited her at her house, met her parents and ate dinner with her, she dragged <b>me </b><b>up </b><b>the </b>stairs into her room. She sat in myp and started making out with me on her bed. She started putting her hands all over my body, underneath my shirt.”
<b>“</b>I <b>was </b>stiff and ufortable but I tolerated her advances until she started trying to take my pants <b>off</b><b>. </b><b>I’m </b>ashamed that it took her undoing the button and zipper of my pants before I realized what was going on. I stood up quickly, dumping her into the floor causing her to cuss me before whimpering about how she just wanted to have fun. I left and stopped answering her calls and texts. Reba came after me next. I didn’t find out <b>until </b><bter </b>but she’s Rachel’s best friend.”
He sighs again.
“Things went nearly identical with her as it did with Rachel. The big difference was she wasn’t shy about talking to my dad. He punished me every month I was with her because of her usations that I <b>was </b>abusing her. At <b>least </b>that’s what he told me while he was belting me.<b>” </b>
He closes his eyes as heys his head back in the chair. He’s doing surprisingly well. It’s all information that I need but I find myself getting anxious about his exploration of his father’sputer from his own room again.
“It was a month after I left Reba when Olivia came back. She knocked on my door and as much as I enjoyed having the littles around, dad had made it clear that my interactions with her would be punished. That no son of his was going to prey upon the youngest, most vulnerable members of his pack.
When she knocked on the door around dinner time, I expected it to be one of the maids bringing me a te of food and a drink that I would likely just toss in the trash. I was shocked to see Olivia. I had lost track of time and didn’t realize she was due to start her heat cycle.
She was in tears from the pain she was in, begging me to mark her again. As much as I wanted nothing to do with another belting, I couldn’t turn her away. Goddess the pain she was in was insane. I tried everything I could to relieve her of the pain but nothing worked. Liquid Tylenol every six hours, liquid Motrin every eight hours. I spent hoursying with her smoothing out the muscle cramps that caused knots the size of baseballs in her abdomen, the entire time that she cried she was begging me to mark her. I kept arguing that it wasn’t right for a shifter to mark a pre–shift but she countered with how much relief she had after I marked her. That the pain and side effects of being marked weren’t nearly as bad. She was adamant that she wanted it again, just not as rough this time<b>. </b>I finally caved in and ran her a hot bath not knowing what would happen.
Once she was clean andfortable I made certain it was what she wanted and told her that she was going to mark me too. The side effects for both of us happened within five minutes of the marking andsted three days. Once the side effects wore off and the only evidence left was my mark, she went home. Within a week I was called to my dad’s office and for the first time he used me of rape. It was my first belting chained in the back room of the training center.