love brother

Chapter 15 Whips - Caning

Barry's tombstone is simple and monotonous, with only his name on it, and there is no epitaph besides it.This is what he ordered when he was still alive. He said that he has no words to stay in this world, whether it is happy, sad or angry, he does not intend to share with others.

What a selfish guy!But it's only been a few weeks and I'm already thinking about him.

I haven't seen Ryan since that day.I have been to Kemercia Manor more than once, but it no longer welcomes me, and every time I ask to visit Ryan, the housekeeper will refuse me with apologetic and unquestionable attitude.I would wait outside for hours, sitting in the car and looking through the windows trying to see Ryan from the inside.A few times I saw a few vague figures very much like him, and couldn't help but look there for a long time, until the figures left or the curtains were drawn.

Our relationship is worse than the coldest it has ever been and there is no way to ease it. His anger scares me. I know what I have to do. I can't accept the complete severing of ties between me and him. .

"Ronal, are you done?" I asked nervously.

Ronald smiled mysteriously at me, reached out and handed a gold-plated invitation letter to me: "This little thing took me a lot of effort, fortunately my name is loud enough, everyone is willing to accept it." Sell ​​me a face."

I exhaled lightly: "Thanks, Ronald."

He laughed aloud: "You look so alien, we will continue to cooperate for a long time in the future, this little busyness is nothing."

Ronald is actually a good person, smooth and smart, and he can read people's faces. As long as I ask him for help, he will never let me down, but sometimes he is too slick and a little mercenary.

I cherished that invitation letter and put it away, and my mood, which had been gloomy for many days, seemed to be better.

With one hand in his pocket and a cigar in the other, Ronald asked strangely: "I said you don't look like someone who would participate in this kind of charity auction. Is MASK planning to get involved in charity?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I'm not interested in its subject matter, I'm only interested in the people who attend it."

This is the only way I can meet Ryan, this charity dinner hosted by the financial tycoon Compbert family, invited many celebrities to participate in the political circles, including Ryan.

He doesn't necessarily pay me any attention, I fully understand that, but even so I want to see him, I miss him so and so.

On the day of the banquet, De Cario and I attended.

I saw Ryan talking to other people from a distance. When his eyes touched me, his expression couldn't be called happy. The cold eyes at that moment made me sad and embarrassed.

He looked a little haggard, his skin was not as shiny as before, and it seemed that even his hair had faded a lot.I don't know why he is bothered, but I hope those troubles can stay away from him.

But when it comes to haggardness, I'm not much better myself.Barry's death caused chaos inside MASK, and it took a lot of time and energy to sort it out. I have only slept for two or three hours in a row for several days. Sleep to death.

"Wait, are you okay?" De Cario grabbed my arm worriedly.

I know what he is worried about. In order to clean up a group of traitors, I was stabbed in the abdomen by a traitor with a dagger a few days ago. Although the wound has been stitched up, it has not healed so quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." I assured him and patted my belly to prove it.

De Cario took a breath, grabbed me and said in surprise, "Don't mess around!"

I looked at him innocently, and finally he sighed and waved me away.

If there is a potion that makes Ryan fall in love with me immediately, De Cario will definitely ask for it for me at any cost. He can hardly bear the fact that I am like a plant that is about to wither at any time.

"Brother, how are you doing recently?" I walked over to Ryan, kept a safe and polite distance, and asked him with a smile.

Ryan looked at me quietly, and just when the smile on my face could hardly be maintained, he spoke elegantly, but the content was extremely cold.

"I said 'never appear in front of me again'."

My brother never shows any mercy.

My heart was pierced by an ice pick, and the severe pain made my smile tremble: "I'm sorry, whether it's this time, or..."

"I don't need your apology." He interrupted me coldly: "Just stop doing unnecessary things, Mr. Lombardi."

He even called me Mr. Lombardi. As far as I can remember, he never called me that, not even when he was the most angry. I never knew that a change of address could make people so heartbroken.

My smile became extremely bitter: "I just... miss you very much."

I just miss you, I just want to see you, I just... love you.

But all of the above are my one-sided, sad love affairs, and Ryan doesn't care at all.

Because he doesn't love me.

His face changed, a little funny and a little hate: "When I see you, I will think of how stupid and ridiculous I was in the past few months, and I trusted you so much before."

I froze in place, at a loss for what to do because of his disgust for me.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I will never forgive you."

The air blowing and every syllable when he spoke made me shudder, and I could kiss him with just a slight tilt of my neck.But his words were too terrifying, making me unable to move like a poor man frozen by the cold wind.

I have betrayed his trust, damaged his pride, and he will hate me all his life, and this is his revenge on me.

The dinner that followed was a torture for me, and I couldn't focus on the lot from paying attention to Ryan.My mind was occupied by his people and words, and he stood far away from me, never glanced at me.

"The next painting, provided by Mr. Kemersia Congressman, is his own creation, a very good picture of a 'butterfly breaking out of its cocoon'."

I finally moved my eyes to the stage, and I was sure at a glance that it was Ryan's painting.He seems to be particularly fond of butterflies, and this painting is also a huge bright blue butterfly with weird and complicated patterns on its wings, half of which have emerged from the cocoon, elegant and beautiful, while the other half is still in the cocoon, ugly and hideous.Full of extreme aesthetic concepts, very shocking.

"I want it, buy it." I said only one word to De Cario.

He naturally knew the reason and nodded without saying anything.

When the bidding started, some people competed with De Cario at the beginning, but in the end, only one "No. 13" kept holding up his cards, and he seemed to have the determination to win the auction.

I frowned and looked in the direction of the placard, and found that it turned out to be an acquaintance—that daffodil boy who was as beautiful as Narcissus, Hynes.He saw me too, and nodded to me.

The price has been soaring, gradually reaching the point of staggering.Finally, after taking a look at this side, Haines showed a helpless smile, saluted with his hands on his chest, and stopped the auction.

When the auctioneer made the final decision and announced that the painting belonged to me, I was so happy that I reflexively wanted to look back for Ryan, but just in time I saw him hurrying towards the bathroom. After a little thought, I followed.

When I pushed the door open, Ryan looked up from the sink and saw me in the mirror.There were drops of water on his face, a few strands of blond hair were hanging down, and the bow tie was removed by him and put aside, the whole person was sexy and lazy.

I stared blankly at him, and didn't come back to my senses until he asked me what's the matter with displeasure.

"I... took a picture of your painting."

He copied the drooping hair to the back of his head and said, "I see, it's not worth that much."

"No, it's worth it!"

He sneered: "Stupid."

I quietly locked the door and walked towards him slowly: "Brother, please don't torture me..."

I unbuttoned my coat as I went, then the tie, the shirt, which I threw at my feet, and finally the belt, which I undid, folded, and handed it to Ryan respectfully, even reverently.

I knelt down slowly: "Hit me, brother, punish me, just like when I was a child."

He looked at me and took the leash.Then he lowered his eyes and did not move for a long time, as if petrified.

I couldn't help calling him in a low voice: "Brother."

He raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were extremely fierce, and the hand holding the belt was so hard that his bones were sharp.

"You really... are damned!"

With a hoarse voice, he raised his hand high and swung the first whip.

He seemed to be venting his dissatisfaction, venting his anger.Whip after whip, more and more forceful, more and more intensive.

I squeezed my screams into my throat and clenched my teeth tightly.The abdominal wound had already burst open, and strands of blood oozed out.

"I've hated you ever since you entered the Kemersia's house." He swung his whip hard, hitting my wound, and I couldn't help screaming out.

He didn't soften his heart because of this, but his attack was even more ruthless. I had to protect my abdomen to prevent the layer of gauze from being torn by him and glued to the wound.

"No matter how I treat you, you will always stick to me like a mangy dog!"

My thinking became more and more sluggish, there were welts all over my upper body, and the blood was red and swollen, and my abdomen was even more horrible mixed with blood.

After a dozen or so strokes, the whipping stopped suddenly, and my scalp felt a sharp pain. I was forced to raise my face and meet Ryan's cold gaze.

"Do you think I don't know?" He panted slightly: "I know it all. Including that you will smell my clothes and masturbate; kiss me after I fall asleep; when I walk with other women, you will There will be fierce and jealous eyes; if I speak coldly to you, you will feel like you have been abandoned by the whole world. I know all this..."

"I will even do something on purpose to stimulate you. I will be very happy to see you suffering for me." He let go of my hair, and I fell to the ground due to inertia, and could only crawl at his feet.

"I used to do it for fun." He put his foot on my shoulder, didn't let me get up, and forbade me to look at him, and I could only hear him continue in a slightly weird tone: "I'm like a bird A monster with a brightly colored shell, as glamorous on the outside as it is ugly on the inside!"

Ryan's surroundings are always covered by a solid layer of ice, which prevents people from seeing his true emotions and prevents people from approaching, but as long as a gap is opened, those turbulent emotions that he has been suppressing will take you away. Instantly submerged.

He muttered to himself: "And all of this is because of you...it's all because of you..."

I felt the strength in my shoulders disappear, and I raised my body tremblingly.During this process, I froze for a moment, feeling some disbelief as the object swelled in my panties.

"What?" Ryan seemed to have noticed it too, he lifted my chin with the end of the belt, and looked at my lower body mockingly: "You have an uncontrollable erection?"

I was so ashamed that I wanted to cover the bulge with my hands, but was mercilessly pulled by Lionel.

"Brother!" I held my wrist and looked at him helplessly.

"You are an out-and-out pervert, you can be in heat if I treat you like this." He kicked my lower body with his toe, and I almost groaned loudly.

He applied constant pressure with the soles of his shoes, drawing my cock through his pants.My breathing gradually became heavy, and I even wanted to make a sound to make him push harder and go down.

I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure he gave me with all my heart.

"Is it comfortable?"

I nodded vaguely, and his sneer sounded in my ears: "No shame."

Soon, I was released at his feet, the semen wet the panties along the body hair, some even slipped down the thighs, this lewd and exciting scene made me very embarrassed.

Ryan withdrew his foot, threw the belt casually at my feet, and said, "Get up and put on your clothes."

With trembling hands, I put the clothes on my body, because of the abdominal wound, almost every movement of mine would be involved there, causing a series of pains.In fact, there is not a single place on my body that is pain-free right now.

The blood seeped through the gauze and slowly stained the hem of the shirt red, so I had to button up the suit to cover it up.

I stood up clutching my stomach, my knees were numb and painful: "Brother, I'm really sorry for letting Mrs. Violet hypnotize you. It's all my fault."

He had put his tie back on, and even rearranged his hair, which had been straggling.

"I am willing to make it up in any way, as long as you can forgive me."

After I finished speaking, Ryan didn't say anything, not a word, he just looked at me blankly and then opened the door and left the bathroom. If it wasn't for the faint pain in his body, it would be like the whip Punishment is just my own imagination.

I have forgotten how I left the banquet in the end. When De Cario helped me into the car, my consciousness was already a little fuzzy, and cold sweat kept breaking out on my forehead.

I told him my wound was open and asked him to clean it for me.But when I showed the scars on my body naked in front of him, he was so shocked that he could hardly speak.

"Is it... Kemesia?" He asked with a trembling voice.

"I voluntarily."

"You willingly let him be beaten?" he growled loudly, walking up and down my bed: "Yuni Lombardi! Are you a masochist?! God look at your body, it's Abuse! He's beating you!"

"I deserve it."

He said angrily: "You really deserve it! But he shouldn't treat you like this, you are just..."

He suddenly couldn't continue. I understood his ambivalence while holding the injustice for me and really thought that I had to blame myself. I looked at him with a smile: "Do you want to apply medicine to me?"

He could only angrily find water and gauze to re-bandage my wound and apply medicine to those welts.

"Youni, don't you think about giving up?"

"My brother, if you really love someone, you will never give up. If you give up, it means that you don't love enough. You have never loved anyone, so you can't understand my feelings, but when one day you are lucky enough to be with the other person See, you will find that even her whipping is a gift to you."

De Cario rolled his eyes unbearably: "Then I would rather never meet, lest I become a masochist like you."

I was still smiling, he didn’t understand, for me, the most terrible thing is not Ryan’s whipping and hatred, but his indifference to me, if one day he treats me as air, I think I will definitely die of pain.