Chapter 36: The Truth That Broke Him

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: The Truth That Broke Him

~Frederick’s POV~

His breathing turned ragged. His whole body trembled, chest heaving, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as the pleasure pushed him right to the edge.

"Suck, Daddy... faster, please!" he begged, his voice thick with need.

I pulled his hips right to the edge of the table, spreading him open.

"Hands flat on the wood," I ordered.

He obeyed instantly, leaving himself completely exposed. I slipped my fingers into my mouth, coated them thoroughly, then took his cock back down my throat in one deep swallow. At the same time I pressed a single finger against his hole, circling it slowly, teasing the tight rim without pushing in, making him feel how much he wanted it. Only when his hips twitched and a desperate sound escaped him did I finally slide the finger inside.

Reynold gasped, back arching. "Yes, yes, Daddy... deeper—"

I added a second finger, pushing deep inside him.

"Huh, fuck—" he moaned, the sound breaking.

I curled both fingers and rubbed firmly against that sensitive spot, then slid a third finger in beside them, stretching him open. My fingers fucked him in a wet, relentless rhythm, pressing hard against his prostate with every thrust, while my mouth worked his cock with loud, filthy suction.

"Yes, yes, please, faster!" he moaned, the sound desperate and broken.

His fingers twisted in my hair and shoved my head down. He started thrusting into my throat, using my mouth while my fingers drove deeper, scissoring and pressing against that sensitive spot over and over.

"Daddy... I’m close... I’m gonna cum!" he cried, voice cracking into a sob.

With a few more deep, punishing pulls of my mouth and a firm curl of my fingers inside him, Reynold’s whole body went tight.

"Daddy... ah—!"

His back arched hard off the table. A long, broken moan ripped from his throat as his cock pulsed against my tongue. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth in heavy spurts. His thighs clamped around my head, legs shaking violently, hole clenching and fluttering around my fingers with every wave.

I kept sucking, kept working my fingers against that spot, swallowing every drop, keeping my mouth locked around him and my fingers buried deep inside his clenching hole, working him through every spasm.

I held him there, locked in place, until his frantic breathing finally slowed and the tremors in his legs faded into heavy exhaustion. Only then did I pull my fingers out with a wet pop and slide my mouth off his softening length.

I stood up, gently cupped his face, and kissed him deep and slow, letting him taste himself on my tongue. Then I pulled him into a tight hug. He was completely limp against me.

After a while, I pulled back. I scooped him up and carried him to the bed, laid him down gently, pulled the heavy duvet over his body, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

I climbed in beside him and drew his warm body against my chest. But as the quiet of the night settled over the room, sleep refused to come. I stared up at the dark ceiling, mind heavy with the bitter truth I was carrying, dreading the morning and the moment I would finally have to tell him about his mother.

After lying awake for hours, wrestling with the words and the pain they would bring, I finally drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, I woke before sunrise while the rest of the house was still quiet. I carefully slipped out of bed without waking him and stepped onto the balcony. I called my aviation team and instructed them to prepare the helicopter for our flight back to the city later that day.

Once that was settled, I walked back into the room and slipped under the covers. I gently pulled Reynold against me, holding him close as I waited for the final peaceful moments before his world shattered.

A while later, he stirred slowly, letting out a soft groan as he lifted a hand to press against his temples.

"Mmh... my head hurts," he mumbled. He turned onto his side, blinking heavy, sleep-dusted eyes until they landed on me watching him.

He offered a faint, tired smile. "Good morning."

"Good morning, little pet," I replied softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did... but I’m paying for that wine now. I’ve got a terrible headache."

"Oh, sorry, cutie," I murmured, my heart tightening in my chest. "I’ll have the kitchen prepare a strong hangover tea for you."

"Okay," he whispered.

He stared at me for a long moment, the sleep slowly fading from his eyes as he remembered what I had told him the night before. He shifted slightly against the pillows.

"You... you told me last night that you wanted to speak to me this morning."

"You remember," I said, my voice quiet.

He nodded slowly. "Yes."

I sat up, turning to face him fully, and Reynold pushed himself up as well, pulling the duvet over his waist. I reached out, taking both of his warm hands in mine. The silence in the room suddenly felt suffocating.

For a moment, I said nothing.

I looked into his eyes, trying to find the right way to begin. I had spent the entire night thinking about this moment, but now that it was finally here, every word seemed impossible to say.

Reynold watched me quietly, his expression becoming more concerned as the silence stretched between us.

"Mr. Corvin...?" he whispered.

I took a slow breath, tightening my hold on his hands.

"Reynold... I don’t want to tell you this, but I don’t see any reason to keep it from you," I began, each word feeling like lead on my tongue. "If I don’t tell you the truth, you’ll just keep believing the endless lies your family has been feeding you. Since I found out yesterday, I couldn’t keep it to myself. So... please, listen to me."

Reynold’s brow furrowed, a flicker of unease crossing his features, but he nodded. "Okay... I’m listening."

I looked down at our joined hands, taking a deep, heavy breath before looking back into his eyes. "It’s about your mom."

At the mention of her, a sudden, bright smile broke across Reynold’s face, a glimmer of hopeful light flashing in his eyes. "Have you finally found her? Tell me... what about her?"

"Yes," I said, my voice thick. "The good news is... I found out where she is."

Reynold’s smile widened instantly. He let out a breathless laugh, pulled his hands from mine, and clapped them together once in excitement. He leaned forward, studying my face with eager anticipation.

"Then why do you look so serious?" he asked, his smile slowly fading into concern. "What could possibly be worse than finding out that she’s really sick? Is there something else? Is she... is she much worse than you thought?"

I slowly shook my head, my throat tightening as I struggled to get the words out.

"No, Reynold. That’s not the bad news."

He blinked, the smile on his face fading as confusion took over his expression. "Then what is it?"

I stared at him for a moment, struggling to say the words I had been dreading all night.

"I’m so sorry, Reynold..." I whispered. "But your mother is dead. She died a long time ago, shortly after giving birth to you."

The room fell completely silent.

Reynold’s lips parted, but no words came out. He stared at me as if he couldn’t understand what I had just said. Then he shook his head sharply, refusing to believe it.

"No... no, that’s not true." His voice trembled as panic began to take over. "She’s alive. She’s just... she’s just sick. My father told me she was sick..."

"Reynold, listen to me," I pleaded, reaching out to cup his cheek.

"No!" he screamed, jerking away from my touch. Tears immediately filled his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. "It’s not true! Why would he lie to me?!"

His breathing became ragged as he shook his head repeatedly.

"I know my father hates me, but he wouldn’t... he wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t spend all these years telling me that my mother was sick and that I had to endure everything until I turned twenty-two just so I could finally be with her. I endured everything because I believed him. I let them treat me however they wanted. I never fought back. I never talked back. I kept telling myself it would all be worth it because one day, when I turned twenty-two, I would finally get to take care of my mother. He wouldn’t let me suffer through all of that knowing she was already dead. He wouldn’t... he couldn’t do that to me. No... It’s not true! It can’t be true!"

"I’m so sorry, Reynold," I whispered.

"No... It’s not true. Stop saying that! Why... why would he do that to me?" he cried, his voice breaking. "Why would he let me suffer all these years, believing she was sick, if he already knew she was dead?"

I pulled him into my chest as his strength finally gave out. He broke down against me, sobbing helplessly into my shirt.

"What have I ever done to them to deserve this?" he screamed, his voice breaking as the tears streamed down his face. "What have I ever done to deserve this kind of treatment? This is too much!"

"I’m so sorry, Reynold," I whispered. "You’ve done nothing wrong. None of this is your fault. Listen to me..."

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