Chapter 4
FOUR
Salvatore
The gate creaks open and I step out into the brilliant sunshine of a warm summer’s day. I’m sure the air out here is the same as the air in the yard inside the prison, but it smells sweeter, more fragrant, like wildflowers.
Or maybe that’s just because her pussy is about an inch from my nose, making my mouth water with the thought of eating her out.
There will be time for that. There will be time for everything now, to act out all the fantasies that we put down in those letters. I married her the day I was sentenced to three years for murdering the head of the family that thought they could take over a block of my turf. Bullshit but it was caught on four city cameras so I conceded to the sentence but no way was I going to be locked up without locking her down.
She’d turned eighteen just a week before and I’d been hell bent on claiming every inch of her nearly ever minute of every day since. Then, I ended up locked up and it was play time with letters and fantasies and role play. Better than nothing but it’s go time now.
My little bride is going to be bread before the morning. No way is she ever getting away from me.
The guard pretends he doesn’t see the unconscious woman slung over my shoulder, instead nodding to me, all business and humility.
I appreciate that, and give him a nod in return. I think his name’s Bob or Robert or something. Doesn’t much matter now that I’m out, but I like to remember those who’ve done me a solid, in case I ever get a chance to return the favor.
Or take advantage of their weakness. Either or.
I grin when I see who’s waiting for me. Things out here don’t change much, apparently, and my driver Reynolds is there with the stretch limo all polished and glinting in the sunlight. I always said a good driver is worth his weight in gold. The things he’s seen, and never said a word about, are testament to his loyalty.
“Reminds me of old times,” he quips as he opens the back door for me, and I gently lower Lenore onto the bench seat.
“Yeah.” I nod, straightening up to take one last look at the place that’s been my home these past fifteen years. Then I meet Reynolds’ eyes square and stare him down. “Except in the past they’ve been dead. She’s just sleeping. But you wake her, or take a corner too fast, or do anything she doesn’t like, I’ll be stuffing your body in the trunk. Capiche?”
He nods, throwing his shoulders back. “Yes, sir. I didn’t mean—”
I grin to myself as I slide onto the seat beside her, lifting her pretty little head onto my lap. It’s good to be back.
As the car pulls away, I press the button for the security glass, and get myself more comfortable. The way her face is resting against my growing hard-on isn’t doing me any favors, and I choose not to fight it. I’ve got phone calls to make, business deals to set up. I’m sure there are a bunch of little shitheads that thought they could fuck me over while I wasn’t around to show them why that’s a bad idea. Bodies will drop, heads will roll and corpses will be fished from the river, but that can all wait.
I gently pull her dress down until her heavy tits spill out from the red fabric. She mumbles in her sleep, and I hesitate for a moment, but there’s only so much hesitating I can stomach.
Taking hold of one round, pale globe, I draw a breath and feed it into my mouth. Fuck, every inch of her tastes so good. Her nipple hardens against my tongue as I suck and lick it, trailing a hand down over her stomach, between her legs, finding her bare pussy beneath that dress and giving it a stroke with my thumb.
Our conjugal visits have been way more often than any other inmate could hope for, but I can never get enough of her. Never. I’m starved for my baby.
She murmurs, stirring, and the sound of her voice only makes me harder.
“What’s happening?” The words turn to a mewl as she writhes against me. “Oh, God…”
“I’m taking you home,” I tell her. “And no lies, I’m not letting you out of my sight from this moment on. You’re going to do as I say. I want you naked, you’ll be naked. I want you fingering yourself, you’ll be fingering yourself.”
“My mom said you were trouble.”
“She’ll change her tune. I can be charming when I need to be.” She scoffs at that, but I raise an eyebrow. “Charmed you, didn’t I?”
“And now you’re telling me what to do like a caveman. A Daddy caveman.”
“And you’re going to obey, little girl, or you’ll find out the meaning of tough love. Now…” I lean back to let my cock bulge the front of my pants like an obscene tent pole. “That mouth can take the first lesson, now you’re awake. Down on your knees for Daddy, sweetheart, and take care of this cock like it’s your own special lollipop.”
I grin as she does as she’s told, eyes on mine the whole time, searching for my approval.
And she has it. Now and forever.