“I don’t know,” I say, wiping away a tear and hating myself for it. “I’m scared,” I admit. I take a deep breath. I have to tell him.
“I’m a virgin,” I mutter. I look away, because I can’t bear to see the disappointment in his eyes.
Jacob doesn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, I risk a glance back up at him.
For a minute, we just watch each other. His cock is still slipping across my lips, and the sensation is still driving me crazy, even though fear is gripping my heart.
“Have you ever given a blow job?” Jacob asks, suddenly, breaking the silence.
I shake my head. I’m not sure I can imagine fitting his cock in my mouth either, but it definitely seems easier than fitting it in my pussy.
“Good,” he says, leaning back on his heels. “Then you’re going to get your first lesson in sucking cock.”
He throws his legs over the side of the bed so that his feet are on the floor.
“Kneel,” he commands, gesturing to the spot on the floor between his legs.
I slip off the bed and crawl to the floor, holding on to his hard, muscular thighs. Now that it’s at eye-level, his cock looks even bigger and I lick my lips nervously.
“Take this off first,” Jacob says gruffly, gesturing at my little dress. I grab it and shuck it off my shoulders eagerly. At least that’s one thing I know I can do. I’m still wearing my bra, but Jacob raises his eyebrows in a look that I know means it has to go too. I reach behind me and unhook it, letting it fall to the floor with my dress.
My tits spring free without the bra. I have a thin frame, and my breasts have always felt too big for me, but the way Jacob’s looking down at them now makes me say a little prayer of thanks that God blessed me with a substantial rack. I might not know what I’m doing in the blow job department, but hopefully Jacob will be so distracted by my body that he won’t notice. I almost giggle at the thought, but stop when I see how intensely he’s looking at me now.
“Grab my cock around the base,” Jacob commands. I do as he says. It’s the first time I’ve ever even touched a penis before, and it startles me how it can feel so hard and soft at the same time, so warm and velvety and powerful.
“Now use your tongue to coat the shaft,” he growls. “Get it nice and slick.”
I stick my tongue out and tentatively lean forward. His skin tastes salty and musky and strangely intoxicating. I lick up and down the length of his dick, coating it entirely in my saliva. Jacob hasn’t given me any further commands, but I really want to take more of his cock into my mouth. I wrap my lips tentatively around the head and look up to Jacob to make sure I’m doing okay.
His eyes are heavily lidded and he nods slightly. I wrap my lips tighter around his cock and slowly move my head down until most of him is inside my mouth. I still have my fist wrapped around the base, and between my mouth and my hand, I’m able to cover his cock completely.
“Look at me, Lily,” Jacob pants. “Look at me when you suck me off.”
I look up, peering at him through my lashes. His face looks stern but I see it crack just a little as I bob my head up and down on his shaft.
“Fuck, Lily. You were made for this, you dirty little girl.”
I feel a twinge of pride. I’m actually good at this! I’ve always worried that I’d be a disappointment my first time. Lily Prescott — as exciting and experienced as a wet dish rag. But Jacob doesn’t look like he’s faking it — not with the way his jaw is working and his thighs are flexing.
I suck him off with more enthusiasm now, really letting myself enjoy it. In fact, I get so turned on that my hand slips down between my legs. My pussy has been dripping this entire time, and my lips are so slippery that my fingers glide easily through my folds. My clit is so swollen that my whole body convulses as soon as I touch it, but I don’t let myself lose focus as I continue working Jacob’s cock.
He twists his hands through my hair, pulling it back off my shoulders so that he can get a better view. I meet his eyes as I suck, and I watch as his gaze travels between my lips around his shaft and my fingers on my pussy.
“Does that feel good?” he growls. “Does my fat cock turn you on? You want to get off while you suck me off?”
I nod. My fingers are reaching fever pitch and I can feel Jacob’s thighs starting to flex and tighten. He tightens his grip on my hair as his hips buck.
“Are you ready, Lily? I’m going to come in your mouth. There’s going to be a lot, and you’re going to have to swallow every drop.”
I nod and suck harder. I can’t wait to taste him. My pussy starts to spasm just at the thought and then my whole body is shaking and trembling as I come. I keep my jaw locked so that I don’t accidentally clamp down on him. Just as my orgasm is hitting its peak, I feel Jacob’s hips buck. His cock thrusts deeper into my mouth just as his ejaculate hits the back of my throat. It’s warm and thick and salty, and it seems to come in massive waves. There’s so much of it, and I keep swallowing and swallowing as my own orgasm crests.
We both come down at the same time. My breathing is labored but I’m secretly pleased to see that his is too. I did that to him. I slowly pull my mouth off him, licking his shaft to get every last drop of his come. He shivers as I lick the head of his cock.
“Thank you, Lily,” he says. He smiles as he runs his hands softly over my hair. I flush with pleasure.
Jacob stands up from the bed, and I gaze up at him. His body is strong and muscular, and with me still on my knees on the floor, he seems even larger and more imposing than usual.
“Get up, Lily,” he says. “I’m taking you somewhere.”
I scamper to my feet. “Where?” My mind is racing.
A playful grin crosses his face. “You’ll see.”
I get my driver to meet us downstairs. Kristoff has been with me for years, long before the prison incident, and he’s stayed loyal to me all this time. You can’t buy staff like that. Loyalty isn’t available for purchase. That’s a lesson I have Lily’s father to thank for.
The luxury Escalade is waiting in front of the building, and I give Kristoff a wave to let him know he can stay in the car. I open the back door for Lily and watch as she climbs in. Her ass in that dress — even with the ridiculous jeans — makes my cock surge in my pants. Lily’s blowjob had been excellent, but it hasn’t taken away my craving for the real thing.
I’m still not sure why I stopped short of fucking her. After all, this had been my plan all along. To defile Richard Prescott’s precious daughter. Finding out she was a virgin should have been the icing on the cake. The cherry on the sundae, if you will.
But she had looked so nervous, lying there spread out on my bed. Just as beautiful as I remembered, maybe more so. But her body had tensed when I came close. Her pale eyelids had fluttered closed over her sparkling green eyes. It twisted something in my chest, something I didn’t like the feel of.
So, I would go slow with her. For now. After all, I could still punish Richard without punishing Lily.
And in the meantime, there’s something else I have a craving for. Something I think Lily will enjoy too.
I climb into the Escalade and then pull Lily into the middle seat, so that she’s right next to me. She gasps and then giggles nervously. I slip my hand through hers, wanting her to get comfortable with my presence. To know that she’s not the one being punished here.
We stay like that for the entire drive, and she finally starts to relax as we get closer, leaning against my chest and letting her head fall onto my shoulder. If you had told me a week ago that I’d be holding hands with a girl in the backseat of a car like a fucking teenager, I would have said you were crazy.
But maybe I’m the one who’s crazy.
—
We finally come to a stop. I ease Lily off my shoulder and then step out of the car, holding out my hand to help her out after me. She stands on the sidewalk, staring up at the building in confusion.
“The best steakhouse in all of New York
City,” I explain. I keep hold of her hand as I lead her inside. Babylon has been my favorite restaurant for years, and every time I ate a piece of grey prison pot roast, I would think bitterly of their succulent steaks, thick béarnaise, and perfectly grilled asparagus. All washed down with a bottle of Bordeaux that’s older than my current dinner date.
I usher Lily past the empty host stand and into the interior of the restaurant. Lily looks around in confusion.
“I don’t think they’re open,” she says. For some reason she’s whispering, even though there’s no one in the deserted restaurant to hear us.
I pull out a chair for her in my favorite corner table and she flops down into it, still looking around with a puzzled expression on her face.
“Jacob, I don’t understand.”
I grin as I spread a thick black cloth napkin over my lap.
“Let’s just say that prison has made me very tired of eating around other people.”
Her brow furrows. “You … arranged this? How?”
“When you have the kind of money I do, Lily, you can arrange anything you like.”
She snaps her mouth closed and then busies herself with spreading her own napkin over her lap.
A waiter approaches. He’s dressed all in black and moves like a ghost between the empty tables. He’s carrying two menus, but I wave them off before he can place them on the table.
“We’ll start with a bottle of the 2009 Chateaux Margaux. Two of your Wagyu striploins, ten ounces. Grilled asparagus on the side.”
I take a sip of my water to indicate to that I’m finished, and the waiter nods politely and turns to go.
“Wait,” Lily says. I look up in surprise and the waiter turns around.
“I’d like fries,” she says.
“Fries?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Yes, please.”
I study her face for a moment — she looks beautiful in the dim light of the restaurant, her pink cheeks lit by the small white candles on our table.
I nod at the waiter. “And french fries for the lady.”
“Yes, sir.” He nods and scurries off.
“With extra ketchup, please,” Lily calls after him. I suppress a chuckle.
“So, Lily,” I say, after we’re alone again. “Tell me about your life.”
She shrugs. “There’s not much to tell.”
“Nonsense. I gather you’re in pastry school?”
She nods.
“How does one decide to major in pastry?”
She twists her lips, suppressing a smile. “I did two years of business school, but my heart wasn’t in it. Baking’s always been my passion, so I decided to switch to pastry school. Not sure there’s a long-term career in it but…” She shrugs adorably and I smile.
“So… smart, beautiful and you can make pie too? Did you leave your Dream Woman crown at home tonight, or…?” I tease. I’m rewarded by a pink hue that crawls across Lily’s lightly freckled cheeks.
“Stop,” she says, twisting her napkin. But I can see the way her lips twitch up into a smile.
“Do you like pastry school?” I ask.
“I love it,” she says, looking up. Her eyes are bright. “I’ve always loved baking — the way it’s so comforting to the person doing the baking, and the way it can be such a gift to the people you do it for. I was worried I’d hate having to study it, but it’s been just the opposite. Learning the science and cultural history of it has only made me appreciate it even more. Like, did you know the first pastry was actually made by the Romans? It wasn’t even meant to be eaten — they were just trying to make a shell to hold the meat in, to keep in all the juices and stuff.”
She’s completely animated as she talks, and for the first time since she arrived at my apartment, she looks unreserved and enthusiastic. It’s a beautiful thing.
“I didn’t know that,” I grin.
I want to press her more on the subject, if only to hear the sweet enthusiasm in her voice, but just then our waiter arrives with our bottle of Bordeaux. He pours a small amount into a glass for me to taste. I bring it to my nose and inhale, and it’s like I’m taken back three years. Back to the time before I went to prison, to the time I was on top of the world, running a billion-dollar investment company and enjoying all the pleasures life had to offer.
I take a sip and turn the wine around in my mouth. It’s perfection. I nod at the waiter and he fills Lily’s glass and then tops mine up. He disappears again, as discreetly as he came, leaving the bottle on the table for us.
I hold my glass up and gesture for Lily to raise hers too.
“To freedom,” I say to her.
“And pleasure,” she says. Her cheeks flush.
I grin slyly. I like this girl more and more with each passing moment. “To pleasure,” I echo, and we clink our glasses together.
She takes a sip and I watch her eyes light up as the wine hits her tongue. At nearly two-thousand dollars a bottle, this is some of the best Bordeaux you can get.
“Do you like it?”
Lily nods and takes another swallow.
“Good. It will taste even better with the steak.”
Minutes later our food arrives. The aroma of our steaks makes my mouth water, and the waiter sets our plates in front of us. He positions the asparagus and Lily’s french fries in the middle of the table. Then he magically produces a bottle of Heinz ketchup, something I’m pretty sure this restaurant has never served before. I nod appreciatively at his efforts, and he disappears back through the restaurant.
Lily saws off a bite of her steak and then pops it into her mouth. Her eyes immediately roll back in her head. She chews and swallows and then looks at me in surprise.
“Oh my God. This is orgasmic.”
“I like hearing you say those words,” I grin.
She blushes, but keeps eating with gusto. For a while I just watch her. There’s something unrestrained and passionate about the way she enjoys her food, and I can’t wait for the day that she fucks with that same abandon. She’s a beautiful sweet girl, and I know I can bring her to life under my hands.
The food is so good that for a while, neither Lily or I speak much. But Lily keeps sneaking glances at me, and eventually she reaches for the bottle in the middle of the table and refills her wine glass. She takes a long swallow.
“What was prison like?” she asks, as if the wine has given her the courage to ask the question.
I narrow my eyes. “What do you think it was like?”
“I think it must have been terrible.”
“Then you would be right. It was easier for me than for some, because money still carries power, even inside the prison walls. But there was a never a moment that I didn’t long for my old life. Let’s not dwell on that negativity tonight though.”
Lily chews on her bottom lip and then takes another sip of her wine.
“Why did you do it?” Her voice is soft and if the restaurant wasn’t completely empty, I wouldn’t have been able to make out what she was saying.
“Lily,” I say with a sigh.
“I want to know. You and my dad were friends, right? At least you always seemed that way to me. But what kind of friend would do that? You took everything from him — and right when my mom was going through her cancer treatments. It almost killed him.”
Cancer treatments? I frown. I have no idea what she’s talking about — I can only guess it’s another one of Richard’s many lies.
Lily’s looking up at me with those big green eyes. She looks like she wants to say something else. I want to fuck her just to shut her up, but instead I just take another sip of wine, hoping she’ll just drop it.
Of course, she doesn’t.
“At first, I thought you were just a monster,” she says, twisting her napkin around her fingers. “But you don’t seem that way to me. So I guess I just want to know why you did it.”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Lily.” I keep my voice measured, but firm.
“I do.”
“I don’t.” I slam my fist down on the table, my earlier measuredness gone. “Your father and I were partners and now we aren’t. You’ll not ask any more questions.”
My jaw is clenched and I force myself to take a bite of steak. I work my teeth over it again and again, trying to unlock my jaw. I don’t know why I’m so against talking about it with her — her father is a despicable person, and it would give me great pleasure to tarnish the way that his darling daughter regards him.
But suddenly I don’t want to do that to Lily. I don’t know exactly what Richard told her — something about his wife? — but none of it is true. The truth would break her heart. No daughter should have to know that her father is a thief and a back-stabber. I can’t do it. Better she thinks I really am just a monster.
We finish our meal in silence and the waiter clears our plates away. We stay at the table, finishing our wine.
“Are you interested in dessert?” Lily asks. I can tell by her tone of voice that she’s trying to appease me, to make up for her earlier prying. “They’re supposed to make an amazing crème brûlée here.”
“I thought you hadn’t been here before?”
She blushes again. “I haven’t. But I’m familiar with the dessert menus in most places… it’s sort of a weird hobby.”
Despite my earlier irritation, I find myself smiling again. “Is that so? And who has the best desserts in the city?”
She twists her lips thoughtfully. “Probably Trenta. I mean, I haven’t been there. It costs about a hundred bucks just for a freaking slice of flan. But it’s supposed to be amazing.”
“Is that so?” I lean back in my chair, regarding her. She flushes under my gaze. I can tell she’s self-conscious again, thinking she got too excited about the desserts.
“Come here,” I say. I give nothing away in my tone of voice.
Lily slowly pushes her chair back. I like that she doesn’t even seem to consider not obeying me.
She comes slowly over to my side of the table, and I slide my chair back and grab her hips, positioning her between my legs. I flick open the button of those ridiculous jeans, slide down the zipper and then push them down over her hips. In one swift motion, I prop her up on the table. She gasps and then giggles nervously. She looks around for the waiter, but he’s nowhere to be seen, and if he has any sense in his head, he’ll stay that way.
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