It’s his fault that I’ve been stuck in that hellhole.
Three years eating disgusting food, without a single glass of my favorite Macallan scotch or a bottle of Bordeaux wine.
Three years of sleeping on a lumpy cot with scratchy sheets, instead of my king-sized bed with three-thousand count cotton sheets, the view of the Manhattan skyline glittering outside my window.
Three years of never even being able to take a shit in private.
Three years without the touch of a woman. That was perhaps the worst offense of all.
All of that would change now though. Because now I was out of prison, free to return to my old life. And free to claim my ultimate prize: her. Sweet Lily Prescott, Richard’s daughter.
For months, just before all hell had broken loose, I’d watched her sweet eighteen-year-old body prancing around our office. It was summer, and every morning, I’d see her shredding files or scanning documents, strutting around in shorts that were two sizes too small and a little tank top that barely contained her considerable assets.
I also saw the way she looked up at me with those fucking doe eyes, batting her lashes and shoving her tits in my face. I wasn’t an idiot — I knew she liked the attention. Wanted me fawning over her.
She didn’t know I wasn’t like those high school boys though. That with one swift motion I could flip her over my desk and fuck her till she forgot her own name.
I’d restrained myself. God only knows how, but I’d restrained myself — out of respect for Richard and the fact that this was his precious daughter.
But that was all before I found out what he was doing behind my back. And worse, that he was using her to help cover up his lies.
Had he been distracting me on purpose? Using her to draw me attention away from what he was really doing? I still didn’t know. All I know is that for the last three years, Lily’s been all I could think about.
I owe Richard nothing now — and I especially don’t owe him restraint. Which is why I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of ruining his daughter. It’s payback, and the lying cheat deserves nothing less.
Thinking about Lily makes my erection rage as we drive away from the prison. For three years, every time I closed my eyes at night, I dreamed about her sweet, lithe body. Every time I ate a disgusting meal of boxed mashed potatoes and mystery grey meat, I imagined instead that I was slurping at her sweet pussy. And every time I wrapped my own fist around my cock, I imagined that it was her tight pussy gripping me and pulsing around me.
It’s Lily that has kept me going for these last three long years. And now I’ll be able to make that fantasy a reality
It’s not a long drive from the prison to my penthouse, but I enjoy every minute on the road, watching the city roll by alongside us. I feel like I’m finally back in my domain, in my place of power.
We arrive at my building and I ride the dedicated elevator up to the fortieth floor. When the doors ping open, directly into my personal foyer, I smile in contentment.
It’s fucking good to be home.
The space has been kept in pristine condition, thanks to my dedicated cleaning woman, Agata, and her husband Rey, who handles all the care-taking and maintenance. Thankfully my assets weren’t frozen while I was inside — that was one of the conditions they’d offered me, in exchange for pleading guilty to insider trading.
My blood boils again, just thinking about Richard’s betrayal, and I force myself to put it out of my mind. I’d been able to put the company in a trust while I was in prison — though not before ousting Richard as partner — and I’d now recouped nearly all the money he lost. I couldn’t wait to get back to work and really get things back on track.
What I want right now though is a shower and a shave. After three years of that mildewy communal shower room, I can’t wait to step into my luxury shower, with its polished black marble and wall-to-wall jets.
I step into the bathroom and strip off all my clothes, hitting the button that turns on the jets, still perfectly set to my ideal temperature. I step into the stream and let the water pour over my body.
I was never exactly a slouch before, but my muscles have beefed up even more since I’ve been away. Mostly because there wasn’t much to do to keep myself busy besides hit the weights.
After I’ve washed the stink of the last three years off my body, I hop out of the shower and find a fresh razor and shaving cream. I lather up and then shave off the scruffy mangled beard that’s become part of my signature look. I never minded a bit of scruff before, but today I shave it so close I almost slice off a layer of skin. I want to feel brand new, like a fucking baby, because in a way, today is my rebirth.
I wrap my towel around my hips and make my way to my walk-in closet, where I find fresh clothes waiting for me. I dig out jeans and a soft black polo shirt. I’m looking forward to donning a nice crisp expensive suit again, but today I want comfort.
I stroll out of the closet, holding the clothes. My cock is still hanging thick and heavy against my inner thigh. It’s been in a permanent state of almost-fully-erect ever since I left the prison. Ever since the promise of Lily became something real, rather than something for a far-off future.
I grasp my shaft in my hand and give it a couple of tugs. I think about how good it would feel to jerk off right now, to spill my seed while I picture Lily kneeling in front of me, her lips open to catch everything I give her.
I don’t though. Now that she’s so close, I want to save myself for her, to make it that much more intense when I finally ravage her.
Instead I just get dressed, forcing my dick into the snug jeans.
I wander to the kitchen next, pouring several fingers worth of Macallan scotch and adding a single ice cube. I notice that my refrigerator is fully stocked with everything I like — soft cheeses, green apples, smoothies from the juice place on East 7th street, and what looks like a quiche from the Demimonde Bakery. There’s a baguette on the counter, too, along with some of Agata’s homemade cranberry bran muffins. She knows baked goods are my guilty pleasure.
I make a mental note to pick up a special gift for Agata and Rey, as a thank you for getting everything in order here for me and keeping things so well-managed while I was away.
I take my scotch to my office, pausing a moment to admire the view. Manhattan, once again stretched out glittering before me, almost like a lover. I’ve missed this view.
I crack open my laptop and wait a minute while it starts up, then do the thing I’ve been thinking of doing since I stepped foot outside those prison walls.
I load up Facebook and I find Lily’s profile.
I want to see a picture of her now. I want to make sure she’s still as beautiful as I remember.
Her profile comes up right away, and all her photos are on full display. Of course they are. No one cares about privacy these days, especially not girls her age.
I lean forward at the sight of her picture on the screen. Her profile picture is just a smiling headshot, but that alone is enough to make my dick start raging. In the picture, her long wavy red hair is down loose around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a burgundy halter top. I can see the light dusting of freckles across her shoulders. I briefly let myself imagine playing connect the dots across her skin with my tongue.
She doesn’t look a day older than the last time I saw her, that fateful day in our executive offices. She’s still got the same sweet smile, the same flashing green eyes. I can almost hear her lilting laugh. I rub my hand absently across my chest, trying to ease out something that suddenly feels tight.
I click through into the rest of her photos and find one from just this weekend. She’s out at a bar, I think — I can see the Club Malibu sign in the background. She’s posing with another girl and they’re both holding shot glasses and laughing.
In this picture, she’s got her red hair tied up and pulled back off her face, showing off her long slender neck. She’s got a black dress on, that’s short and low cut. It’s sexy as fuck
, and she looks perfect in it, but that’s way too much skin to be going out to a club with. She doesn’t understand men, obviously. Doesn’t understand what they would do with a delicate flower like her.
The thought makes my fists curl up involuntarily, and I want to retroactively beat the shit out of any guy who was at the club that night. Any guy who might have thought about touching my Lily, or God forbid, anyone who did touch her.
Don’t get me wrong, I plan to do every dirty thing you could possibly imagine to this girl. But prison has made me possessive — I don’t like other people touching my things. Especially not something so valuable.
I look at her body in the photo again, at the way her creamy tits are spilling out the top of that dress, at the way her long lean legs flow out of that too-short skirt. I imagine shucking that tight scrap of fabric off of her, spreading her out, naked and hungry on my bed, so that I can do everything I’ve been dreaming about doing for so long.
My cock is aching and heavy now and I think about jerking off to her photos. I can already feel how good it would be, what a relief. I can practically see the hot ropes of come already dirtying my laptop screen.
But no. I won’t let myself do it.
When I come, it’s going to be inside Lily. When I explode, she’s going to be the one to feel the heat.
I scroll through her Facebook page until I find what I’m looking for, then sit back and grin.
I’m going to enjoy this so fucking much.
“Two large apple pies, one large blueberry, and four mini raisin tarts — that will be $46.”
I carefully package the foil-wrapped pies into a white plastic shopping bag while one of my classmates takes the cash and makes change for the woman in front of us.
“I look forward to this every year,” the woman says, taking her pies happily. “It’s a great tradition you guys have.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I say with a smile. The pastry school I attend does a fundraiser every year where the students get together for a massive baking session, and then sell off all our goodies, with all proceeds going to charity. This year we’re donating everything to the Humane Society of New York.
We’re set up in the lobby of the school’s main building, and I had thought it would just be students coming through, but it turns out all kinds of people in the community come out for this thing. My feet are aching from standing for so long, and the line of customers has been non-stop all morning, but it feels good to be doing something to give back.
The woman hurries off with her pies, and I turn around for a second to re-knot my hair. Then I turn back to greet the next person in line.
My breath catches.
It…
It can’t be.
“Hello Lily. What a surprise.”
That voice. God. It still sends a buzz through my entire body.
I lick my lips. I take a deep breath, trying to get my heart to slow to a normal rhythm. My fists clench the edge of the table in front of me.
Hi. Hi would be the appropriate response, Lily. Except I can’t seem to manage a word. I swallow again.
“Hi Jacob,” I finally croak. Oh God. I sound like a frog on life support. I clear my throat.
He grins, and his eyes crinkle up at the corners. He’s a got a few crow’s feet now, lining his blue eyes, but it somehow only serves to make him look even more handsome. As if that was necessary.
I had last seen Jacob three years ago, and I’d always found him handsome. Sexy, even. But the man in front of me is smoking hot. His body is rock hard. I can tell even under the black button-down shirt and dark jeans he’s wearing. His face is chiseled so severely, it’s as if it’s carved out of stone.
God, why do my knees suddenly feel like jelly? Why are my lungs in a vise?
Jacob is still staring at me, and I’m getting more and more flushed.
“I thought you were in prison,” I say finally. Smooth.
It doesn’t faze him though. He just grins. “I got out early. Good behavior.” He winks, and I sizzle. Suddenly all I can think about is bad behavior. Very, very bad behavior.
“That’s good,” I stay instead. I swallow. “Did you… did you want a pie?”
“I do. What would you recommend, Lily?”
Oh my God, he has to stop saying my name. It’s like liquid sugar through my veins.
“I… I like the strawberry rhubarb.”
“Did you make that one?”
I nod.
“Good. I’ll take all of them.”
I do a double-take, as does the girl sitting next to me, the one manning the cash.
“There are… twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven pies. Ten dollars each.”
I’m saying it so that he’ll realize how ridiculous he’s being, but instead he just reaches into his wallet and starts counting out bills. He hands me a stack.
“Keep the change. Since it’s for a good cause and all.”
I scan the money quickly and figure there’s got to be at least $1000 here.
“This is very generous, Jacob. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Walk me to my car?”
“Uh…” I glance at the girl next to me and she shrugs. “Sure.”
We bag up the pies and I help Jacob take them out to his car. Well, he carries most of them and I carry a token bag with three pies in it. I’m worried his car is going to be parked far away — there’s never any parking around here — but he stops in front of a black Escalade right in front of the school.
He opens the door for the cargo area and we place the pies inside. Then he leans against the side of the SUV. He looks so achingly handsome, so casual and sexy that I could just… I don’t know. Lick him.
As soon as the thought pops into my mind, I let out a giggle. Then I immediately clap my hand over my mouth.
Jacob raises his eyebrows. “Something funny?”
“No… just thinking of you eating all these pies,” I cover.
He keeps his eyebrows raised, as if he doesn’t believe me. “What can I say, I have a sweet tooth. A very insatiable sweet tooth.”
The way he says insatiable makes my pussy clench. God, this man. If most guys make me feel meh, Jacob Bradley makes me feel whoa.
But that’s wrong, right? After all, he’s been to prison. And it’s his fault that my dad lost his whole company — after the whole insider trading thing, the company went into a trust, and Dad was forced into early retirement. We’ve been scraping by ever since. I should hate Jacob, or at least not like him very much.
Instead I’m staring at his lips and wondering what they’d feel like against the smooth skin of my stomach.
“I’d like to see you again, Lily,” he says. His words catch me off guard and it takes me far longer than it should to parse what he’s saying.
“You mean, like a date?”
He grins. “Call it that if you’d like. This Friday? I’ll send a car for you.”
“I…”
He’s still grinning. He seems amused by how flustered I am. He takes a step towards me, and then runs his fingertips along my jaw. I bite down so hard, I almost take off half my tongue.
“Don’t think too hard, Lily,” he teases, as his fingers trace my skin. “Go with your gut. It’s what I always do.”
His eyes seem to smolder. They sear straight into my skin.
I nod. I know I shouldn’t, but God help me, I nod.
Jacob’s face breaks into a genuine smile. “Good. Expect the car at seven.”
He leaves me standing there on the sidewalk, as he speeds his away in the SUV. I touch my jaw, trailing my own fingers along the path his took.
Did that seriously just happen?
And am I seriously going to go through with this?
I press the phone to my ear and try to do the meditative breathing they teach in the yoga classes I sometimes go to down at the Y. No matter how hard I try though, I can’t seem to get my lungs to function at normal capacity.
“Please pick up,” I mutter, as
the phone rings and rings.
Finally, it stops. Her voice comes on other line.
“Hey, babe,” Sarah says.
“Emergency girls’ night,” I burst out.
“Whoa. Okay. What’s up?”
“I… have a date. I think.”
“What? That’s great!” She exclaims. “What’s the problem?”
“It’s with Jacob Bradley.”
“Who?” I can picture the way she’d be wrinkling her nose right now.
“Jacob Bradley… my dad’s old business partner.”
“Ohhh,” she says slowly. Then, “Wait, what?! I thought he was in prison? I thought he was…”
“Just get over here,” I half laugh. “It’s too complicated to explain over the phone.”
“I’ll be right there,” Sarah says, without a trace of hesitation. “Just hold tight. Ice cream, chips or wine?”
“I…”
“Nope, never mind — I’ll just bring all three.” She hangs up before I can say anything further, and I huff out a nervous laugh. I knew I could count on Sarah.
Less than half an hour later, she bursts through the front door like a whirlwind, carrying plastic bags from the little grocery store that’s halfway between her home and mine.
“Take the snacks,” she says, shoving two of the bags into my arms. “I’m opening this wine. Stat. Then we’re going to go into the living room and drink our faces off and you’re going to tell me everything. Starting with how and why you’re going on a date with an ex-con.”
I laugh and follow her into the kitchen, shoving the ice cream into the freezer for now and grabbing a big bowl for the chips. Sarah opens the bottle of red and pours most of it out into two huge glasses. She hands me one and we make our way into the living room.
“Okay,” she says, taking a huge swallow. “Spill.”
I take an equally huge swallow and collapse backwards onto the couch. I tell her everything — about seeing Jacob at the fundraiser earlier, about finding out he was out of prison, about his invitation. The only thing I don’t mention is the way his blue eyes had seemed to bore right into my soul. Because that just seems silly.
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