Chapter 7
Ledger
Whatever I want?
The words of my godchild linger in my head long after she’s fallen asleep. I’ve been rock fucking hard ever since. If Blair knew what I wanted from her, she’d run screaming from this house.
An incoming text causes my daily phone to vibrate. I glance at the device sitting on my desk already knowing who it’s from. I pick it up and read the message.
Wes: Trash was disposed of about 50 miles from here. Made it look deliberate. Whoever’s after B will think it was her and head that way.
Trash. I smile at the word he’s used for one of Blair’s kills. I send him a thumbs up, delete the message, and place my phone back down.
Absent-mindedly, I glide back and forth in the rolling office chair, studying both monitors on my desk.
Each one has about 25 squares of live streaming footage from the hidden cameras all over my property.
I catch myself rolling and stop at once.
Moving unconsciously is a terrible habit.
Being still can save your life—no need to start a bad habit now.
Not when I have my godchild’s life in my hands.
The thought sends a heavy shiver of excitement down my spine.
My eyes flick from box to box on each monitor. If there’s any movement, not only will my phone vibrate, but the box on the screen where the movement is coming from will blink red. I won’t miss anything. Still, I stay vigilant.
Well, as best as I can.
Reaching down, I unzip my pants and let my erection spring free.
Grabbing a hold of myself, I breathe a short huff of relief.
Is this what life is going to be like with Blair around?
I’ll just be the asshole walking around everywhere with a rock-hard erection?
My hold tightens around my dick. Using my other hand, I click around the screen until one of the blocks changes to an interior view.
There are no cameras in any of the bedrooms. That decision was for everyone’s sake. I get the need for privacy. When I learned that Blair was on her way, however, I made an exception for the room she would be occupying.
It’s for her safety, I told myself when I was installing the camera. And when I made sure only I had access to her particular video feed, I justified it by telling myself, what if the others see something they aren’t supposed to? Only I, her godfather, should have access to this.
It made sense then.
Maybe it doesn’t so much anymore, but that’s fine. So what if my sense of what’s right and wrong is a bit warped? It could be worse, so I won’t worry about this particular moral issue. I’m sure more will pop up the longer Blair’s here.
Thank God Wes will be around to keep an eye on me so it doesn’t get too bad. I promised him that I wouldn’t touch her and I meant that.
But that doesn’t mean that I can’t indulge in fantasy every once in a while when no one else is around.
The black and white view of the guest room upstairs shows me that Blair is sleeping soundly. Judging by the way she’s fallen to her side, the towel laying open around her, she’d passed out just sitting there. Like this, I have a full view of her body as she lays on top of the quilt.
My body locks in surprise, my gaze riveted to the screen.
I should be charging up those stairs and covering her up. Instead, I lean forward soaking up the sight of Blair laying naked before me.
“Jesus fucking Christ…”
Has it gotten hotter down here in the basement?
This is wrong. Even if she wasn’t my best friend’s daughter and my godchild, I shouldn’t invade someone else’s privacy.
And yet… technically speaking, Blair is mine now.
In the case of a code red, Anchor made sure I’d become her legal guardian.
Sure, she’s twenty-eight and doesn’t really need one, but tomato-tamotto.
So if she’s mine, I should be able to do what I want. And right now, I want to watch her.
My fist slides slowly down my shaft before coming back up. I repeat the motion as I salivate at the gift before me. She’s so close yet so far away. I feel like a god itching to reach down and take its sacrificial lamb placed upon his altar.
In what feels like a blink of an eye, I’ve watched Blair Shelmore go from a scrawny child, to a young lady, to fucking sultry bombshell.
Even exhausted looking and bruised, there’s no denying her beauty.
My eyes trail over her form. Every curve, every limb…
I drink in what’s readily available to me.
As I stroke myself, a horrible, fucked up thought crosses my mind. One I shouldn’t entertain. I barely let it form before shoving the thought aside.
But then it comes back, stronger, louder a moment later. It’s so loud, in fact, that I can’t hear my conscience bellowing out reasons why I should resist the twisted, ugly thought. Without the voice of reason, I’m left to my wickedly dark devices.
I stuff myself back into my pants and push away from the desk. Before turning to leave, I grab my phone and gun, then make my way up to the main floor. I pause at the foot of the steps that head up to the second floor.
Not because I’m re-thinking my decision.
But because all the blood is rushing straight down to my dick, leaving me lightheaded and I’m afraid I’m going to pass out halfway up these fucking stairs.
I give myself a moment to compose myself, just long enough so that when I do move, my legs won’t buckle beneath me. Each step up is purposefully planted, quiet, and light. The same goes as I make my way down the hallway to Blair’s room.
Part of me wonders if I’m going to be a fucking pervert, maybe I should commit to it with my whole chest. It’s not like I’ll be able to keep my desires hidden for long.
I’m good at hiding feelings and emotions but when it comes to Blair?
Things aren’t as simple. She’s a hurricane of fantasies all rolled into one being, and being around her, I’m bound to get swept up in them.
But I have to be good. Once she cools down and realizes that the decision Anchor and I made for her was for the best, everything else will come next.
The falling in love with Gnarly Pines, the attachments she’ll make with Wesley, Rhett, and Santiago, the purpose she’ll find here…
All of that will come next. I’m sure of it.
Then I can defile her soul and make it mine.
No, wait, I can’t do that. That’s just one of the many fantasies I’m going to have to try hard not to entertain.
But if I could indulge in it, things would be fucking perfect. My corruption of her soul would be so thorough and vile that not even the Devil will be interested in taking her away from me. I’m practically grinning as I picture the moment when Blair would have to accept what’s meant to be.
To be fair, this fantasy is Blair’s fault. If she hadn’t kissed me, I wouldn’t know this type of obsession. But she did and I’ve become someone I don’t recognize; doing things I never would’ve dreamed of doing before, all because she’s damned me.
She should be grateful that I made a vow to Wesley not to touch her and that I have the desire to be a good man around her—despite how filthy my thoughts are when they come to her.
Outside of her room, I hesitate.
If Anchor ever found out how badly I coveted his daughter, there would undoubtedly be a bullet in my head.
That would be the kindest ending he could give me.
If he saw me now, grabbing for the doorknob, opening the door, and slipping quietly into his daughter’s room?
I’ve seen him dive into someone’s chest cavity and yank rib bones out of his victims while they still lived.
Even that might be too kind of an ending for me.
The possible consequences don’t stop me, though.
Blair doesn’t stir as the door clicks shut behind me. Typically, she’s a light sleeper—making this decision of mine riskier than normal. But hidden in the pills I’d given Blair earlier, the ones she no doubt believed were vitamins, was a sleeping pill.
I told myself, as I put it in with the other pills, that knocking her out was for safety reasons. She would be pissed enough to slip out after I revealed her father wasn’t here and I couldn’t allow that.
I cling to that reasoning now even as I silently walk over to the small chair in the corner of the room and lower myself onto the worn cushion.
My cock is wrapped up by my fist in seven seconds flat—I’m harder than ever.
Just as I begin to stroke myself, Blair twists on the bed.
Her lower half stays put but her torso twists so that she’s on her back, giving me a view of those perfect fucking tits.
I choke on a groan at the sight of them.
God how I wish I could slide my dick between those beautiful full breasts.
Then as I fucked them, I’d make sure to cover them with my come, branding Blair as mine.
But no, I have to be good. I can’t do that. I won’t do that.
I allow my gaze to drift over the rest of my godchild as I stroke myself.
Blair looks so good. Better than ever, really. Blair’s arms and legs are deliciously toned. Her waist is lean and her stomach, while soft, clearly hides abs just beneath the surface. Her hair is pulled up into a bun, still damp from her shower, giving me a full line of sight to her face.
Blair’s here, and she’s mine to look after now.
Excitement shoots up like fireworks inside of me at the possessive claim.
With a grunt, I lean back in my seat and pump my hand down my hard shaft faster.
Using the precum that beads at the tip, the motion is smooth and easy.
My eyes remained pinned to my Blair as my orgasm swiftly approaches.
The simmering of pleasure begins in my veins and shoots down between my legs.
The breath I take remains captured in my lungs as I welcome the build up.
The memory of her full lips pressing up against mine surges forward.
They’d been so soft. The hesitancy and awkwardness of the moment only heightened the purity of the kiss.
Blair was so clearly inexperienced that, looking back, it was endearing.
I want to ask if I was her first kiss. It felt like it.
Since then, I’ve wondered if I could be another one of her other firsts.
Of course, I’m no fool. At twenty-eight I’m sure she’s lost her virginity, given a few blow jobs, and maybe even a handjob.
But has anyone taken that beautiful ass?
Has any one of her partners made her cum over and over? Or have they left her wanting?
Blair’s mouth pops open as she takes a deep breath.
At the sight of those full, pretty, parted lips, another horrible idea blinks into existence.
Tonight could be one of many firsts. I slow the pace of my fist that grips my cock as I stand, needing to prolong my release for a few more moments.
Slowly, quietly, I round the bed to where Blair is sleeping soundly.
My teeth clench as my balls tense and begin to rise—my orgasm only a few strokes away. I step up until my knees hit the mattress and I pause to stand beside Blair’s face.
I promised Wes I wouldn’t touch her.
And I won’t.
But right now, I’m going to give in to the dark call and allow myself to brand her in one small way.
With that thought, I allow myself to cum. I catch most of it with my hand, the rest falling onto the mattress or splattering softly onto the woman on the bed. I breathe through the ecstasy, basking in its glow as the release flares up and down my spine.
When I’m utterly spent, I give myself a moment to compose myself.
It takes a few deep breaths before I’m settled but when I am, an unusual weighted sense of peace rests on my shoulders.
As the thrill of my release subsides, I take the warm evidence of it in my hand and let it hover over Blair’s mouth.
Slowly, I tilt my hand and let my cum fall from my palm and fingers into her open mouth.
My cock remains at half-mast as I watch Blair’s mouth shut and she swallows instinctively. The sight of it excites me. A grin splits across my face at her answering soft hum.
This is going to be the best fucking arrangement of my life.