Five Years LaterI walk up the stairs toward the bedroom I share with my wife.When I hear the sounds coming from the other side of the door, my lips curl into a smile. I've caught her in the act once again, have I?Careful not to make a sound, I elbow open the door and find Sabrina on the bed. She's lying sideways on her back, head turned to in the direction of the flat-screen television. A familiar video plays. One taken with my hidden phone five years earlier on the afternoon I took her virginity. The video started as something we never wanted to think about again. But after accidentally stumbling on it last year while clearing out storage on an old computer, Sabrina found it. She played it alone in our home office, expecting it to make her angry. Or sad.It turned her on, instead.Big time.Now I catch her watching it when she thinks I'm not home, her fingers busy in her panties, watching me pop her cherry on the television, my grunts and filthy words echoing in the confines of ou
Phoenix Arizona's father is prone to trouble. When he lands a few months of jail time, leaving Phoenix all alone and by herself, she's devastated and lonely. Frequently visiting him was never a problem, until a fight breaks out and she's the target.But she gets saved by the least person she ever imagined.An inmate. No, scratch that. A tall, smoldering, delicious, yet unlucky specimen of a man.Yusef Fritz has lost all hope these few years behind bars. But one look at the calm, beautiful brunette girl and he finds a spark of light at the end of the tunnel. His body sizzles for her. Just how much would it cost to have the prison guards turn their back?Claiming her in a cell isn't ideal, and she deserves better, but he'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants.And he wants her.----------1: Phoenix.The metal gates are twice as wide as the SUV I’m sitting in and even taller than that. They’re covered with barbed wire on the top and sealed all the way to the cinder block wall. Whe
“I don’t know how much longer you’re going to get our support,” Sam says from across the table but I just nod. “Yusef,” he tries again, and when the dark-haired girl looks away, I give him my attention.“We’ve been planning this for two years, Sam. I’m not stopping until it’s finished.”“I can’t give you much more time.”Glancing around the room, I clock the prisoners and who is getting a visitor. Every time I make a scan, my eyes go back to her. Phoenix Arizona. Daughter of Leo Arizona, the most powerful man in the world. You’d have to be living under a rock or be some boring investment banker to not know who she is. She’s the king's daughter, and the most powerful player in the game. One day she’ll be queen, but not until he hands over the crown.I’ve seen pictures of her before, but always from long distances and most of them when she was little. She’s grown into a woman since the trial, and I can see the god that gave her curves was generous. Her ass fills the seat and then some,
“Honey, are you sleeping okay?” Margaret asks me as she stirs a giant pot of sauce. She’s been like a grandma to me over the years, and I can’t remember a time she wasn't here. She’s in charge of running the estate to keep it in top shape and I’m guessing keeping an eye on me as well.“Not really,” I admit. She puts the lid on the sauce and starts to make me a cup of tea. She thinks tea is the cure to everything, as long as it has extra honey, of course.“I hate that you had to go through that. I know it was scary.”Scary is putting it mildly. I knew prison was a rough place, and I’d even imagined things like that happening there. Actually seeing it was something else altogether. I could’ve sworn that inmate with the knife was coming after me and not my dad, but I don’t know why.Then he saved us both. Cold blue eyes flash in my mind, and somehow they don’t make me afraid. I haven't been able to stop seeing them since I left the prison, and I even dream about him at night. I wake up w
Prison is exactly as awful anyone outside imagines it to be. Solitary confinement? That’s hell on earth. After three days in the hole, the guard comes over and opens the metal door, sending a fraction of light into the dark space. It must be from the moon because it’s late.“Eritz, you’re out,” he orders as he knocks his wooden nightstick against the bars.I get up off the floor and duck my head. The cell isn’t big enough for me to stand straight, and my muscles protest at being cramped for so long. Thankfully my stitches are still clean, and I’ve healed enough that I’m not worried about them tearing open.Keeping my mouth shut, I move to the designated spot outside the cell and straighten my spine. It feels good, but I don’t let the emotion show. I don’t let anything show, ever.The guard leads me and three other men that were in solitary down the long hall that leads to the showers. Inside the bathroom, the stalls are open, with no privacy. Next to the showers are clean jumpsuits an
Stretching out on the cot, I think about how I got to this point and what this might mean. I close my eyes and think about home, wishing for sunshine and the smell of salt. Praying for the day when I can feel the sand under my feet again and the wind of my island around me.My mother was from the Philippines and came to Hawaii as a small child. Her family was poor, but when she was old enough she began to work in a restaurant to make extra money. She cleaned tables and washed dishes until she was old enough to cook, then eventually she took over the kitchen. That’s how she met my dad. He was born in Molokai and came to Lanai for work. He was asked to deliver supplies to a restaurant one day, and that’s when he saw her. He told me that with one look he knew, even though he’d never spoken a word to her.They were married soon after and had me almost exactly nine months later. My parents didn’t have much, but they gave me everything that mattered: a safe home filled with love and an educ
Standing in front of the mirror, I wonder what Yusef will think of this dress. I tried to pick something out that made me seem older, but there aren’t a lot of dresses like that in my closet. It’s too late to try and order anything, and I’m not waiting.Turning around, I check my backside to make sure the dress is covering all that it should. Especially the places where I’m bigger, like my butt and thighs. The soft pink dress is fitted at the top, and down to my waist. Thankfully it’s got a little stretch to it, and it’s fairly comfortable. There’s a sweetheart neckline, and it’s tied in the back with a bow. Everything I own seems young and immature, but it is what it is.After what happened last time, I put on flats instead of heels. I know taller shoes would make me seem older and maybe slimmer, but with how crazy everything was last time, I don’t want to risk it.A knock sounds at my bedroom door, and I hear Marco on the other side.“Phoenix, the car is ready.”Marco doesn’t dare t
If I’m going to die for being at this table with Phoenix, I might as well do the things I want with her while I’m at it. She throws a quick glance around the room, but no one is watching. We’re in the corner away from the view of the guards, in the same spot where I protected her. I kept her safe from everyone else. Now there’s no one to keep her safe from me.“Don’t look at them,” I say, my voice rough. “Keep your eyes on me.” She does as I say, her soft brown eyes coming to meet mine.With one hand I hold her wrist, and with the other I unfasten the front of my jumpsuit. I watch her eyes dilate as I pull my cock out and bring her hand to it. Her mouth opens as her fingers test the length and girth. She can’t see it under the table, but she gasps when she finally finds the end of it.“Yusef,” she says softly and squeezes my cock.“Stroke it up and down,” I tell her, widening my knees. “It won’t take long.”Having a private cell has a lot of advantages, but the main one is that I can