by Dark Angel
I haven’t seen eyes like hers in a long time.
Innocent eyes.
Now won’t it taste delicious when I destroy that innocence? I can taste it already, and I want to get a real taste of her sweet everything.
Innocence is hard to come by, and in the circles I travel in, it’s my drug of choice. That girl looks like she’ll be one hell of a high. She looks untouched…and her father has just thrown her future away before she could actually enjoy any of it. Because she won’t have much of a future if her father doesn’t accept my offer.
I look at the man sitting across from me; he’s actually turning down the seven million dollars I’ve offered for his brownstone. Some people would say he was noble, but all I see is a fool.
Most people wouldn’t have turned their nose up at seven million dollars. I certainly wouldn’t have if I was in his shoes. And I don’t just mean that in that whole cliched way, his actual shoes are falling apart. I’ve got more pairs of fine leather shoes in one of my closets than this whole room has square feet. But Jonathan Ryder is an average man with a wife and a daughter. He should be jumping at the chance to build a more secure future for his family, but instead he is rambling on about growing up in the neighborhood and keeping it affordable and other things I’m not listening to.
I want to laugh. In a few years, there will be no way he can afford to keep this building, and then what would he do to provide for his family? Of course, he has no way of knowing exactly what is coming. Time and knowledge are on my side. I own half the block already through a series of dummy corporations that serve to keep anyone who thinks of themselves as my competitor from knowing I’m taking the whole area. I’ll be back in a year and I’ll pay a lot less.
I know what happens to men like Jonathan Ryder. They always end up broke. They always learn too late that morals and ideals don’t pay the bills. They always lose to men like me. They will never be kings, and that’s not just a joke because of my name. But angel, I think you already know there are no men like me. Men who are willing to do anything it takes to get whatever they want. Men like Ryder can barely survive, and I thrive.
“Don’t be sorry, Mr. Ryder. The game’s not over.” I smile.
“That’s the difference between you and I, King. It’s not a game to me. I grew up in this building. I was proud to buy it and one day it will be my daughter’s.”
He is right; there is a difference between us. It isn’t the one he thinks it is. He thinks I don’t know what it was like to struggle and to be hungry. He has no idea what I’ve known and what I’ve done. Everything I have, I’ve taken with sweat and blood. I’ve built an empire on the ruined dreams of men like Jonathan Ryder.
“Goodbye, Mr. Ryder.” I turn to go, but as I pull open the door, she’s fumbling through her oversized black bag.
Miss Ryder looks up at me, momentary shock crossing her face before she speaks.
“Umm, hello.” Her voice is as sweet as her face.
I offer my hand, introducing myself. “Hello, I’m Sebastian King.”
“It’s okay,” Jonathan interjects hurriedly. “honey, we’re just finishing up.” Ryder turns to me with a pointed look “Mr. King, this is my daughter, Lily.”
Oh, Ryder says this like it will appeal to some moral sense in me to see his family and to prevent whatever atrocity he thinks I’m committing against them . The money would help sweet Lily, someone I don’t have any moral thoughts about when I see her. Quite the opposite. I see Lily and I don’t have a clean thought running through my entire being. Seeing her outside of a photograph only makes her enrapture me further. I know I have to have her.
“Hello, Lily,” I say, offering my hand to the living version of the picture that fascinated me.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. King.”
I smile at the blush that colors her cheeks as she takes my hand. I guess she is about nineteen or twenty. So young. So perfect. So very innocent. She has all that gorgeous long brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail. I want to pull it until her neck is stretched back into a lovely curve that’s exposed to my lips and teeth and tongue, the first things I want to claim her with.
And those eyes, they still captivate me, but something else is there that wasn’t in the picture. Secrets behind the innocence.
I wonder what kind of secrets a girl like Lily could have. I want her spread out beneath me and her darkest fantasies spilled from her lips before I slide my cock between them.
“Oh, you wouldn’t think it was nice if you knew why I was here,” I say, unable to keep the growl out of my voice as I hold her hand a moment too long. She’s my prey, and I like letting her know that I’m her predator.
Lily pulls away her hand. Her eyes dart to her father. “Why…what do you want?” There was the tiniest tremor in her voice. I wanted to hear that voice crying out my name when she was a quivering pile of slippery flesh I’d fucked for hours until we’re both spent. I want to sate myself in overwhelming her with pleasure.
“Nothing to worry about, Lil,” Ryder says in a shaky voice. “Mr. King here was just looking to buy some real estate.” He chuckles, letting himself sound so relaxed and so certain that this matter is closed, no longer faltering at his daughter’s nerves and focusing on his ill-placed bravado.
“Your father isn’t interested.”
I watch Lily tug nervously on the overly long sleeves of the sweater she’s wearing. I want her body naked underneath me, not hidden beneath baggy layers.
I imagine slipping my hand under that oversized sweater and swiping over the silky soft skin of her stomach and watching how she breathes at my touch.
Lily looks down at her feet. Unlike her father, I suspect Lily knows exactly what kind of man I am, and the way her face is still flushed. I think she likes whatever she’s thinking about me.I imagine demanding that she tells me everything and the way all her creamy skin would blush rose at the admission. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it.
“Your father says one day the building will be yours,” I say in a low voice. I know Lily will strain to hear me and I love that little ounce of her energy being expended on me.
“It will be,” she says, looking up at me and directly into my eyes. “One day.” I love that I’ve got her just standing here in the doorway. I should let her go by, right, but I have no intention of doing what I should do. I want her in my clutches.
“Well, Lily, maybe one day you’ll give me what I want.” I hold her gaze, watching as she catches the double meaning of my words.
Her already blushing cheeks are furiously red now and her back stiffens. I see her breathing get rapid and her eyes go right down to my cock. “I don’t think so, Mr. King,” she says quickly.
Too quickly.
Fuck, she’s goddamn irresistible.
“We’ll see,” I say, letting my voice be slower so that it washes over her.
She trembles. It worked. I know she’s going to think about all the things I could do to her pussy tonight. She’ll think about it a lot, I’m sure.
I know I will.
Jonathan stands, about to direct me out the door and away from his daughter.
I turn to him, saying “I can see myself out.” Then I turn and exit the apartment.
Right now I have to deal with the other holdouts on the block.
But I’ll have this building, and I’ll have sweet little Lily, too.
7
Lily
I'm in my sweats, waiting for my best friend Nicole to come over. She's everything a girl could ask for in a friend. She's loyal, outspoken, and most of all, she provides much needed tough love when I get too wrapped up in my own head. I can always count on Nicole to give me the dose of truth that I need to hear.
Right now, I'm afraid I need to hear something real...something that does not revolve around my thoughts of Sebastian.
I haven't been able to get him out of my head all day. He's permeated every part of my mind and my body. My body is still aching with unexpressed need and desire,
and that's probably exactly the way he intended for me to be. If only he wasn't so damn attractive! Seriously, a thought to his gray eyes or his perfect body or that wicked face, and my pussy burns up with lust. The way he makes me feel safe in his presence and like he's got my life outlined for me...it all pulls me under his spell. I'm wishing he was here now to pick me up and sweep me away from my current life, from this house that holds nothing but the memories of my father. I love being here but at the same time, the sad truth that he’s not with me makes it bittersweet. It's there in his chair which he no longer occupies, in the kitchen where he no longer cooks my favorite meals, and it's there in every corner and crevice of the house he grew up in, the home he made for me. I have unresolved issues about this home, but that's exactly what it is...it's home to me and I hope Sebastian never destroys it and that he never stamps all over my memories. Yet, for all the worries that I have about that, I also find myself so aroused by him. I don’t think I could ignore my desire for him even if I wanted to.
Nicole is always late and tonight is no different. I long to see her familiar face, a friend to help me navigate this new world that Sebastian created for me. Instead I wait on the steps for another half hour, tormenting myself with thoughts of Sebastian, before she finally arrives.
"Hey, babe, what are you doing out here?” Nicole makes a serious face. “I see you dressed up for me."
We both laugh, and we know that my favorite way to be is lounging, a far cry from the 6-inch heels Sebastian expects me to wear.
"I'm just watching the sunset, waiting for you. Late as usual."
"Yeah, yeah, what's new? Well, let me join you." She sits next to me on these steps that have held us a thousand times as we've talked about everything from boys, to math, to the latest gossip, to our deepest held dreams. She knows me inside and out. She knows where my secret diary is held, she knows my deepest grievances with my mother, and she knows how much I have been missing my dad and how I've just been wandering, untethered since his death. So now she needs to know about this one aspect of my life that I haven’t shared with her...but I’m nervous to say anything.
"So, tell me," she says. "What's with the job? What's with the guy?"
I look at her.
"Oh come on. I know there's a guy if you're out here being this broody."
Yeah, she's got me pegged. It's nice to be around someone who just knows me so well I barely have to utter a word for her to know there's a problem. Is Sebastian a problem? Or is he the beacon of my total delight? As of now, I'm undecided and it's time to express that to Nicole.
"There's a guy," I admit. "He's my boss."
Her eyes widen.
"He now owns these very steps we are sitting on."
She gasps.
"And he wants me to do more than just work for him. He wants me to play out all our dark sexual desires."
The expression on her face is just priceless. I realize that I said our dark sexual desires and I don’t even mind, because that’s the truth. Everything happened so fast and I have tell Nicole now. Usually, things like this take time, to settle in. Not with Sebastian. He is a man with a mission apparently, and I am the mission.
"I like him, Nicole. I reeeaally like him. I never like people. You know that. I like, purposely repel men."
"You like him?" She is genuinely surprised because truly I never fancy any guy. It takes so much for me to be interested. And here I am fawning over this guy who has it all, he has his riches, and the world at his fingertips . . . and yet, he seems to want me. At least he does for the time being.
"Lily, babe. You gotta pursue this. I mean, this is so unlike you."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I think! It's not every day someone sweeps you off your feet."
"I know, I know. But it's different. He's like possessive, and he's my boss and it's weird."
"That is weird. And it's weird that it's happening so quickly. But if you think this could make you happy..."
"I do. I mean, maybe. I mean, I don't know. It's so new and I just don't know how it's gonna play out."
"Listen, I want you to be happy. I mean, me above anyone, wants you to be happy. But, you gotta be careful too. I don't want your heart being crushed, like, with a steam roller if this thing doesn't pan out. Take it from me, guys can be jerks. But, if you like him, I think you should give him a chance if only because this never happens to you."
I sigh, looking into the beautiful setting sun that's casting orange and pink hues over my brownstone and over Nicole's face.
"You're right. I should give it a chance. I just think that it could be complicated." I think about how Sebastian now owns my family home, the home I wanted to raise my kids in.
"Okay," she says. "But sometimes complicated can be good."
I smile at her. We're both thinking the same thing. Yes, complicated men and situations can easily turn into sexy situations also. It just depends on the guy.
"Ahh, this talk made me feel so much better." I scrunch my nose up at Nicole.
She laughs. "That's why I'm your best friend, Lily."
And with that, she pulls my hand up and we exit our perch to go inside and make each other laugh like we've done a thousand times before. How could I ever lose this place, my home? But my heart is starting to ask, how could I ever lose him?
8
Lily
Nicole goes home and I'm all alone in my room, pondering the day I've just had and wondering about tomorrow. How will he greet me? What will he expect me to do? I certainly don't know what I'm in for day to day at work with Sebastian. My life is taking a very unexpected turn and I feel like I'm in for a wild ride. Fuck. Just thinking of Sebastian makes me want to touch myself and to release the day's pent up sexual frustration. He caused me to feel that way and I wonder what his plan is for it? I let my hand glide under my sweats and just as I'm ready to subdue all that sexual energy, guess who calls as though he's reading my mind?
"Sebastian! Hi. Um, what's up?" I'm freaking out inside, hoping I sound cool, calm, and collected, because the instant my work phone rang, I know it is him. The knowledge Sebastian’s sensual voice would be on the other end of the line made me shiver…not the most conducive reaction when I want him to see me as a very together person. I don't want him to know that I’m flaring with untapped erotic passion...for him.
"I just thought I'd call to check on you. Do you have everything ready for tomorrow? Did Rose get you situated about what to wear?"
Oh my God! Sebastian is calling me at home. I didn’t expect this and I'm not sure what he wants. How does he know I am just about to touch myself and make myself orgasm at thoughts of him?
"So, is it? Is everything prepared?"
"Yeah, um. It's all good. I got my outfits ready and I should be just how you want it, I mean me, I mean everything's in place."
I can hear him almost chuckle at the other end, happy that he's caught me so off guard.
"There's another reason I'm calling."
"There is?" I sound hopeful. I know it.
"Yes, I want you to do something for me."
"Okay, anything." I literally would do anything for him. God, I'm in deep.
"I want you to think of me. And then slowly remove your top."
What? Wait. Is he serious? I cannot do that! I mean, I can...I just wasn't expecting to. I don’t let myself freak out anymore because I just want to feel everything as he tells me to, as he directs me to. "You do? You want me to do that right now?" I ask because otherwise I have to do it right away.
"Yes," he says patiently.
He’s giving me a moment to process and it sends me over the edge. I want him to tell me the naughty things he wants me to do. This is so much better than I thought it would be, seeing as I thought I would just touch myself. Now, I’m touching myself for him.
"Okay, hang on." I pull my oversized-ripped tee over my head. Of course, I'm not wearing a bra, not at home.
"Now take your bra off."
"I'm not weari
ng one."
I hear him inhale sharply and I know I've got him right where I want him, eager for only me.
"Okay," he says, taking back the reins. "Next I want you to imagine that I'm sucking on your nipples."
I do as he says, my eyes shutting as I let my imagination fill with sensations.
"Are they hard, Lily? Can you feel my warm mouth devouring them, sucking them as if it's my only goal in the entire world, as though it's all I need to be fulfilled?"
"Yes, yes," I pant.
"Now picture my hand coming down to your stomach, grazing it lightly, and then dipping into your pants. Did you get that?"
Yes, of course, I got that. He's all I can picture anyway. It's not like I have to conjure up some image in my head. He is already there. He's always there.
"My thumb gently circles the area where your clit is hidden. Can you unveil it for me?"
His smoky, smooth voice is taunting me. He knows how much I want him. He knows that he purposely built up my passion today, only to leave it unfulfilled. And the thought of his hands doing anything to my pussy is enough to already put me over the edge.
"Are you doing it?"
"Yes," I breathe into the phone. "I'm doing it."
"Now I want you to do that to yourself and picture me watching it like I did today."
"Okay." I'm inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to pace myself.
"Are you imagining me there, watching you touch and caress yourself?"
"Yes," I gulp as I see him sitting with me on my bed, getting ready to devour me.
"Are you almost gonna come, just thinking of that?"
"Yes!" I try to stifle my cries with the pillow. I'm so close I can taste it. I will be in nirvana soon, with this man whom I am starting to really have a wanton desire for as he stirs me up in these unexpected ways.
"Mmm, that's good. I have you right where I want you, on the brink of ecstasy, right?"