“Who was it?” Carson asks.
“Tallulah. I don’t want her to know about this until it’s over, okay? I left her a note saying you were helping me to break the will, but she never needs to know what you did to help me. No one ever needs to know.”
His stare is unblinking, his lips dipping down into a slight frown as he pulls his own cell out and turns it off, showing me the dark screen. “She won’t hear it from me,” he says coldly, turning on his heel and marching to the door. “The master bedroom is the second door, I want to find you in there waiting for me when I get back,” he orders, as he steps out onto the deck and disappears from view.
5
Carson
I just agreed to fuck Carrigan fucking Archibald.
What the hell am I doing?
Every bit of common sense is telling me that I should not be doing this, but my dick is ignoring it all and leading me by the balls to an electronics store, to buy a video camera so we can film me taking her virginity.
The thought is so ridiculous I can barely believe that it’s true, but it is. Priss has to be a virgin to inherit and me sliding my dick into her virgin cunt will break the will, and that’s the only reason why I’m doing this. To free Tally, so she can get her revenge and keep that money from her parents.
That’s the only reason.
It’s not that after hearing her moan, and watching her react to everything I tell her to do, that my dick is rock hard for her. It has nothing to do with the fact that the thought of plunging into her untouched pussy is too tempting to resist.
I’ve fucked my fair share of girls and I enjoy sex as much as the next red-blooded teenage boy. I like the feeling of a hot mouth, pussy, or ass around my dick and I’m not ashamed to admit that. But until today I’ve never fantasized about it being Carrigan’s mouth, pussy, or ass.
Now I am though. Even as I’m walking through the store, my hands full of boxes, all I can think about it how tight and perfect all of her is.
Virgins have never appealed to me in the past. I prefer sex with a partner who knows how to make it good for me, but I’m excited to be her first and I honestly have no fucking clue why.
It takes me less than thirty minutes to get a video camera and tripod and be back at the marina, but now I’m frozen, sitting in my car, staring at my boat like it contains a live bomb, which I suppose it does.
I want to fuck her. I shouldn’t because I don’t even like her, but despite knowing she’s a bad person, despite knowing that this could all be a manipulation, a trick, a game, I still want her.
Needing to calm down I close my eyes and draw in a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. The moment my eyelids close, all I can see is images of Priss on her knees while I feed my dick into her mouth and tell her exactly what to do to make me come.
Shit. Snapping my eyes open again I count to one hundred, banishing each dirty, depraved image that pops into my head and refusing to allow myself to fantasize. When my heartbeat finally slows to a normal rate, I open the car door, grab the camera from the trunk, and climb onto my boat, letting myself into the galley and immediately heading for the bedroom.
Opening the door, I find her exactly where I told her to be, sat in the middle of the big bed, the TV playing quietly in the corner.
“Hi,” she says, immediately turning all of her attention to me.
Her gaze drops to the bag in my hand and I fight the urge to reach down and adjust my thickening cock. Just knowing that she’s in here because I told her to be, turns me the fuck on.
I have a few control issues but usually they only affect me, I don’t force my idiosyncrasies onto other people. I always manage to tone it down with the girls from school, let them think they’re in charge as they bounce on my dick, but at the back of my mind I’m ordering them around, demanding their complete surrender and compliance.
Priss seems to be the exception to that rule, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself from taking control with her. Something about the way she looks at me, like I’m beneath her but her savior all at the same time, makes the proclivities that I usually fight to suppress, surge to life.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and I wish it was me biting her, nibbling on her soft flesh while she does exactly what I tell her to. And she will, I already know that without ever having touched her. Carrigan—Priss—will do everything I ask her to, because I think she needs that control too. Suddenly I don’t care that there’s a good reason to fuck her, I don’t care that this isn’t about us, that it’s about the greater good. All I care about is that soon I’m going to have her at my mercy, I’m going to own her for as long as it takes, and I can’t fucking wait.
“Hi,” I say, dropping the bag to the bed and immediately pulling out the tripod, unclipping the legs and extending them to reach the floor.
“Did you get everything?” she asks, not moving closer to the bag, her fingers nervously twisting together in her lap.
“Yeah, the video camera has a few hours’ worth of internal memory, so we can record straight to it and then you can transfer it onto a memory stick or just keep the camera, whatever you need,” I say,
