Unsolicited Part 2 to Sins of the Father... 

My car rolled in through the gates behind the sleek black SUV in front and pulled to a stop at the front door. The following SUV came in behind it before the man at the door moved forward and opened the door for me.

"Welcome back, Boss." He bowed slightly at the waist and I glanced at him coldly before I got up out of my seat. I nodded once and made my way into the front entryway with five other men. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the living room to the right. They knew what I meant and headed there.

"How is he today?" I asked the rather calm, middle aged man waiting for me on the landing of the stairs. He smiled gently, sticking his hands into the pockets of his white coat.

"He is in good spirits today. They said he ate most of his breakfast earlier." He told me quietly as I approached on the stairs. I nodded in satisfaction.

"Good. I'll go see him now." I continued up the stairs despite the intake of breath from the man on my heels.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." He hesitated before speaking and I squinted my eyes at the words.

"Tch. Well, Doctor, I don't really care if you do." I snapped at him, gave him a glare and went into the door to the suite. I went to the pin-pad on the inner door and typed in the code. It flashed green and unlocked. I cautiously opened the door.

I knew from experience to go slowly and be quiet. He was sitting on a chaise by the window and I took a moment to watch him. When I moved forward to the chair across from him, he looked over and smiled. I sat back and returned the smile.

He sat up and slid off the furniture. My smile almost faltered, but I held it as I watched him crawl the few feet to me. His hands grasped my legs and he settled between them, pushing them wider open. His hands wandered up my thighs and spread across my abs as he bit his lip in concentration.

"You don't... you don't have to do that anymore." I whispered to him, my eyes closing briefly to shut out the sight. I heard his breath catch and opened them to see the tinge of panic and tears swimming in his bright blue eyes.

"Aren't I beautiful, Master?" He asked pitifully. His hands were shaking and his head drooped. I took a deep breath and raised my hands to his face, cradling both sides.

"The most beautiful, my Pet. Always and forever." I kissed his forehead and he smiled so bright that it rivaled the sun shining through the curtains into the room. I sat back and his hands continued with determination.

I sat silently, watching him as he opened my fly and tugged the fabric down to claim his prize. As he bent to his task, I lifted my gaze to the rays that came down over us in spectacular fashion. His light blonde hair glowed in my peripheral vision like a halo over his head.

My tarnished angel. My sweet, broken love. The gentlest soul I had ever known. Here he was, bent over my lap like a fucking whore... determined to please me. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, wallowing in the feelings of pleasure and hate that ran through my veins.

My hips thrust up gently into the warmth around me. His hands tugged and rubbed me. He hummed and swallowed around me. It was not enough today. I hovered on the edge, distracted with the memories of blood and violence.

"Come here, Pet. I want to see your face." I patted my lap and opened my eyes to watch his lithe figure climb onto me. His smile was seductive as he lowered himself onto me. I hissed at the warmth and my hands moved to steady his hips.

"Ah, so good Master." He purred over me. His head was thrown back, lost in the feelings. Lost in the memories. He was beyond my reach but I would never let him go. My face set in determination and I helped him bounce to completion on me.

Then I hugged him as close as I could to me, breathing in the smell of him and feeling of the warmth of his body against mine. He was mine. I would never let anything hurt him again. I thrust violently into him as he cried out over my shoulder. I let out all my anger and frustration into the sweet body beneath me.

I shouted my own harsh pleasure as I painted him with myself. I was erasing them. Covering up their sins with my love. I would wash him clean and paint myself red. I didn't care. He was my life. My love. My everything. My brother.

"I saw an old friend today. I said hello for you."