Sebastian
Iwatch Larissa pick up a grape from the ice-filled bowl and press it to her lips. She opens, ever so slightly, her tongue flicking out to lick the chilled fruit skin as she smiles, her sky-blue eyes dancing over my naked body.
We’re in my cabana on the beach, and there is no line in the sand.
Somewhere back in the States, Mr. George Makefield, who once thought he could marry my precious jewel, is screaming and begging to die.
I wanted to do the honors myself, but Larissa begged me not to. I’d told her some more of what went on that brought me here in exile, and she cried, thinking if I did my worst, I would be taken from her.
When you can delegate the important stuff, and trust that others will have the same dedication to the work that you would have, it brings a kind of peace. But I did give them very specific instructions on how to carry out my orders.
We swam together, the waves crashing over us, and I kept her close, and safe, and knew that I would never let her go.
I also told her what’s going to happen next. She’s going to study art, just like she wanted, because I will always give her what she wants. I can’t promise I won’t break the legs of any male student who looks in her direction, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
The important thing is that she is happy. I will never take that away from her. Never.
As the grape disappears into her mouth, I press the button on the remote gripped in my hand, and hear her squeal of delighted shock as the remote-controlled vibrator gives her a zap of pleasure while she chews. There’s a giggle in her voice that only makes me harder.
“What’s going on, Sebastian?” Hoover’s tiresome little voice comes through the speaker as Larissa gets up onto her knees on the daybed beside me, her hand wrapping around my shaft, pumping me up and down like a good girl should.
“I send my daughter to you for rehabilitation, and what? You’re telling me she’s not coming home?
I thought you were a professional. I haven't heard from George, but if I don’t produce the bride as we agreed, I’m sending him after you. ”
I grunt as his daughter starts to jerk me off, her tits bouncing with her effort.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about ole George. Larissa’s mine. She’s staying here with me. I told you this yesterday.”
“Fuck you! I paid for a service.”
“You paid me to make Larissa obedient and desirable. There was nothing I could do about the latter, but I think I’ve done a good job on obedient.
” I meet her eyes, press the button on the remote, and both of us grunt as the shockwave through her body makes her grip tighten around me.
“Fuck…” I grind out. “Larissa, are you obedient?”
She grins and nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Then my work is done.”
“What the fuck? Your work is not done! You hear me. I’m going to fucking—”
“Put your wife on the phone, little brother.”
“No. I’m talking, and—”
“Put her on the phone.” I use the tone of voice with him that I use when I’m training, the one that says there will be consequences if you disobey.
“I want to talk to Mom,” Larissa chimes in with a wink. “Now.”
I reach up and pet her cheek, and a moment later, a feminine voice comes through. “What is going on there?”
I consider what I’m about to do.
The information I have came to me years ago.
At the time, it meant nothing, just another piece of the puzzle that is my little brother. I promised my father that I would watch out for him, and I’ve done just that, his whole fucking miserable life.
I never even considered using it against him until now. But he harmed what’s mine. Larissa suffered because of him. I won’t kill him, but if I have an opportunity to make his life a misery, I’ll take it.
“Your previous husband didn’t walk out on you.
He was killed while following Hoover’s orders,” I tell Larissa’s mother.
“My brother didn’t send him to his death, but he let you believe your husband left you, and I’m sure he enjoyed picking up the pieces.
You were the prize. Just thought you ought to know.
The same way he was going to make your daughter a prize to another old fucker. ”
“What—”
“I’ll take care of your daughter from now on. You are relieved of your duty.”
I cut the call off just as Larissa spits onto the head of my dick, her hand starting to move faster.
I wrap my hand around the back of hers, and guide her up and down, up and down, as I imagine the chaos in my brother’s household right now.
From everything I’ve been told, Larissa’s parents loved each other.
Hoover caught her at her lowest moment, and made his move.
I doubt it will split them up, but it’s going to lead to a few cold nights on the sofa.
“Is that true?” Larissa asks, meeting my eyes.
I nod. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you first.”
She considers this for a moment. “I don’t even remember him. I thought for a long time that perhaps he left because of me.”
“Nobody would ever leave because of you, baby.”
“What was he like? Was he a good man?”
“I only know what I was told. I know he did a lot of bad things to a lot of people, some of them as bad as he was, some of them not. He was respectable. But he was still your father, and I’m sorry you never got to know him.”
Larissa processes this for a moment, and I know it’s changed her perception of the world. But the truth is almost always better than a lie, even if it’s hard to hear.
“Will Hoover try to hurt us?” she asks, her brows knitting together in worry as she looks my way.
I shrug. “Maybe. Probably. But he was always a spineless little fucker. He’ll send someone, I don’t doubt it, and when I send them back in a body bag, he’ll realize the error of his ways.
But there’s no way he’ll come here to try to finish the job himself.
You don’t need to worry. I have my own ways of dealing with this.
My father taught me well. I’ve taken care of the daughters of many powerful men who do not want their dirty little secrets spread into the wind.
I have favors and influence enough to keep us safe for the next hundred years, baby. Now, suck my cock like a good girl.”
I grab the back of her head and push her down, and she opens her mouth like the good little girl she is. As her lips spread around my girth, I switch the vibrator to the most intense program and hold my finger on the button to make it go.
She moans, and the feel of it through my cock is enough to have me on the verge of losing my load already.
Larissa is mine. She’ll always be mine. My brother can do what he likes, but this is my world, and whoever he sends will be a lamb to the fucking slaughter.
I move my hips, forcing my dick right to the back of her throat, and groan with the pleasure of her.
My Larissa. My babygirl. My exception to the rule.