Chapter Eight
Mason
London stays on my mind, not just for the night but for a couple days after that. It doesn’t matter what I do or where I go, all I think about is her. I’ve never felt this way about someone, and it reasserts what I already know.
To get back to my regular life, I need to have her, possess her. I need her here to still these thoughts and to get rid of the memories that keep flooding in after she unknowingly triggered them.
No longer able to fight the impending thoughts, I close my eyes and lean back in my desk chair, hoping to rest before I deal with what comes next.
***
It’s been more than a year since I’ve seen the pastor, but the church looks unchanged as I pull up to it. It’s still rather desolate despite the flock the shepherd promised to bring in, which is great because I need to talk to him privately.
The pastor is attending to things this time when I walk in, rather than on his knees whispering nothings to whatever God he believes in.
He has an unlit candle in his hand. I clear my throat. The candle falls as he turns and sees me. His face is pale, and he says a quick prayer as I approach him.
“I’ve been making my regular payments on time since I’ve seen you last,” he says heatedly. “What brings the devil into my holy place when I’ve done everything to shield myself from him? You have no reason to be here.”
“Your holy place?” I scoff. “Any place run by you is far from holy. I know how much you’ve tainted the church you claim to lead and love. I keep tabs on people who owe me money, remember? I know everything you’ve been up to.”
The pastor pales. “It’s not like you haven’t done far worse than anything I’ve done,” he retorts. “My sins since then have been committed for the sole purpose of saving this church. Jesus forgives all who love him.”
“I don’t believe that for a minute. All your sins have been committed for the sole purpose of saving your reputation, which I know you cherish above all else. But I’m not here to argue morality with you. I’m here to make you an offer.”
“An offer?” the pastor’s eyebrows raise with interest.
A businessman first and a pastor second.
“Yes. I know you’ve been smuggling drugs through this ‘holy place’, and I know that can only last so long before you get caught.
You’re taking huge risks to make your payments.
So, to take the weight off you, I’ll absolve your debt in exchange for your daughter.
Hell, I’ll even throw in an extra 50k for your benefit. ”
The precious girl with the sweet eyes, yet to be brought into the darkness that I know so well, grabbed my attention during my last visit.
As much as I enjoy corrupting things and would likely be the first man to lay with her, I know several of our members would have just as much fun testing her purity until she’s as dirty and deformed as the rest of us.
I’ve kept tabs on her, and she is of age now. I just have to make sure she’s still a virgin. In a normal world, something like this wouldn’t happen. But nothing about my life is anything close to ordinary.
I want what I want. I get what I want. I haven’t stopped thinking of her since I saw her in that pure white dress. I want her.
“Of course!” He sounds too relieved, and I still can’t believe he’d so willingly hand over his daughter. “I’ll make sure she is ready.”
I’ve never doubted the kind of man he is. He’d trade everything if it meant he got to keep up his ruse as the perfect pastor. I wonder what lies he’d come up with to explain her disappearance.
Not that it matters to me. Nothing does, as long as I get her.
***
My phone rings, snapping me back to the present. I sit up in my chair and fish my phone from my jacket pocket, seeing Carlisle’s name on the screen. I frown.
He never calls unless it’s something urgent. He prefers to handle business in person.
“Carlisle,” I answer brusquely.
“Boss,” he greets in response.
“What?”
“It’s been two weeks since our conversation about acquiring buildings,” he reminds me. “I hope you’ve had time to look over those files. I wanted to follow up on that. I know you won’t make a decision without thinking about it first.”
It’s been difficult to think of business matters with London on my mind, but I’ve managed. I’m a businessman above all else, and I won’t let any woman distract me from that.
Not even a woman as alluring as London is.
“I have put a lot of thought into it,” I assure him.
“I know Liam Fitzpatrick and the Everetts need these locations so they can start moving more product, and I already have people ready to finance those deals. I’m just picking out the perfect ones.
” I pause. “Where is Berrett Callahan at with his repayment?”
“That old fool?” Carlisle chuckles. “I didn’t expect much from him, and I wouldn’t advise you to. We haven’t seen anything yet, and it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting our money from him any time soon. Not with the business he hasn’t been bringing in. He simply doesn’t have the money.”
“So, I assumed.” I mull over the possibilities, though I already know what I want. “Let’s make our move on that property, then. I want the building, but most importantly, I want the girl.”
“The girl?” Carlisle asks.
“Yes. Berrett has a daughter who could be useful. It’s important that you bring her to me. Once you have her, bring her to my residence upstairs and leave her in my library. I’ll take it from there.”
“Of course,” Carlisle answers.
At that, I hang up the phone so he can get to work as thoughts of London enter my mind.
I’m finally about to get what I want.
I grip my thighs tightly, and I can’t hold back anymore. I sit back in the chair and undo the button of my pants, followed by my zipper. Relief courses through me as my cock gets a bit more space to breathe.
When was the last time I was this hard? Never.
I don’t bother pulling off my boxers. I pull myself right through the hole and start to stroke myself, eyes closed as I imagine that instead of my hand moving up and down along my base, it’s London’s.
In my head, she knows just what I want.
She’ll start slowly, teasing me, and making me want her more. Then, she’ll pick up her pace, tightening her grip and using that small thumb of hers to brush along my tip, forcing me to buck my hips.
My breathing becomes heavier, and my fist tightens on what I want to be those blonde locks.
I grip harder, my hand moving faster, as I work myself to the edge, thinking only of her. It isn’t long before I can feel myself getting tighter, and my climax closer. My hand disappears into my boxers, and one flick at my balls is all I need to erupt.
I rarely need to touch myself.
There’s always someone around who’s willing to take care of it for me.
Still, there have been times when it’s easier to get it over with myself and get back to the task at hand.
Grabbing a Kleenex, I wipe myself off before stuffing my satisfied member back into my pants.
I wish I had the real thing now. I imagine all the things I would do to her. It won’t be long until she’s mine. My body aches with the thought of the pleasure that doe-eyed girl will bring me. She’ll fit perfectly into my world.