Page 35 of Learning to Trust

"It does take people I choose to bring down here off guard. When I came to live with Aunt Heather she had a fence with a gate erected so I was unable to access the pool and drown my fool self. Where the chairs are now was my playroom with every toy, motorized car, motorbike, and piece of play equipment on the market. Since I loved being outdoors, it kept me active when I was stuck inside on rainy or snowy days. I was spoiled but my aunt taught me moral values, respect, and manners."

“I assumed Heather never had children of her own, she never spoke of any and I didn’t pry. The only person she ever talked about was you, although not in detail. Most of the time we discussed how shitty my life was and world affairs.”

Andrew shook his head. "No, she wasn't blessed with children which was a shame because she was the best mother a child could have. She married my uncle when she was twenty, he was fifty-two and had never wanted kids. Sinclair's life was my aunt and his billion-dollar real estate empire. You can imagine what Heather had to endure from people because of their age difference. She heard every accusation from her being a gold-digger, a whore, and a home wrecker. Sinclair had been married and Heather was their maid, a job she took when she left school at seventeen. She had no intention of responding to his advances, arguing he was married, and she believed in the sanctity of marriage. Heather often argued that men who were unhappy with their partner should either sort out their differences or leave because there was no excuse for betrayal."

“That’s very true but sometimes, even when you’re unhappy, it’s difficult to end a relationship and start again. It’s why I put up with Tristan for so long even though I was well aware of what he was doing. I was afraid of being alone. It must be terrifying for those who have nowhere to go and no money to start over. I can’t imagine how trapped they must feel. How did Heather end up with your uncle?”

"My uncle found out his wife was having an affair and he threw her out of their home. A little like you actually. They were divorced three months later. Sinclair had put a prenup in place giving her a million dollars and nothing else. Not a lot when your ex is a billionaire. He kept Heather on as his maid, but it wasn't until after the divorce that she gave in to the attraction. Locals of course speculated that wasn't the case and she'd broken them apart."

“I can’t imagine how she must have been treated.”

"People can be exceedingly cruel. They married and had been together just shy of four years when Sinclair was killed in a car accident. Heather was left a very wealthy woman. She never considered another relationship and when I asked her why, she told me, there was only one soulmate for each person, and she'd been fortunate enough to spend a little time with hers. No one could come close to taking his place. When my parents passed, she took me in and was adamant she had everything she needed. Heather told me often that I was a child of her heart."

“You were fortunate to have the love and guidance of such a wonderful lady. As you’re aware, my father is an asshole who got worse after mom died. He was never an attentive, caring father. It was more like he wanted to own Janice and me and bring us out when the situation demanded he show us off. I still can’t believe I worked so hard to please the arrogant bastard.”

“What was your mom like?”

“She was loving when she was around. Janice and I were raised by nannies because our mother was always required to be at one benefit or another. Mom died of breast cancer when I was ten and Jan was fourteen. I guess it’s why me and my sister are so close. We only really had each other.”

“You have me now and my friends will welcome you into our group.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Strip. Let’s go in for a swim.”

I dispensed with the sweats and tee while Andrew did the same. There was no folding of clothes, we were too busy racing each other to be the first to dive into the pool. We both hit the water at the same time and when I surfaced, Andrew pulled me into his arms and kissed me senseless. I'd never been happier.

When Andrew released me, we climbed into the spa, and he pulled me onto his lap.

“Sir, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

Andrew trailed his hand over my back causing goosebumps to spring up and my cock to jump to attention.

“You don’t act like the Doms I’ve read about. I read most like their subs to kneel at their feet and not make eye contact unless demanded, to remain quiet if not spoken to, and control everything they do. We are more like friends having sex with conditions.”

Andrew took a moment to think before he spoke, it was one of the things I loved about him.

“I am a little different in that total control is not essential for me to be happy. I neither want nor need to dictate your every move. I prefer to keep my dominance in the bedroom and in private. I will not even consider displays in public, which is why, if I learn a sub is an exhibitionist, I end things before they begin.”

I understood Andrew's answer and how he felt. Although I had enjoyed watching the scene between Jean-Roy and Alain and even wanted to replicate it with Andrew, I couldn't conceive of doing so with strangers looking on as I orgasmed.

After kissing me gently, Andrew pulled me closer, I rested my head against his shoulder and wrapped one arm around his waist. The jets weren’t targeting my body to their full extent, but I didn’t care, I was happy snuggled against my man.

My eyes started to drift closed, and I was in danger of falling into a contented sleep until Andrew whispered against my ear.

“Are you ready for that fuck you wanted?”

My eyes popped open, and I stood, turning to face Andrew.

“Please, Sir.”

We both climbed from the spa and Andrew handed me a white towel from a pile neatly folded on a table nearby.

After drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and raced Andrew upstairs.

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