I was deadly serious. He tried to keep on smiling but he knew I meant every word of it. The pathetic veneer of bravado wouldn’t last much longer.
"Victoria meanwhile, will have developed dozens of other patents by then, all of them bigger, better, more advanced and more profitable than her Life Defender."
The sneer was still pinned on his face but it was hanging by a thread.
"Are you beginning to understand me Will?"
He took a hard swallow and at last nodded his head. I was almost disappointed. He had chosen the smart option but either way I would have come out on top. I learned a long time ago that only money could do that for you and it was one of the reasons I enjoyed having so much of it.
I took out my Mont Blanc ballpoint and handed it to him.
"I take it you're ready to sign." I said.
"Sign what?"
Victoria bristled visibly.
"Sign my patent back over to me and renounce all claim to it you knucklehead."
She was obviously enjoying this part. She deserved to.
"What about the fifty thousand bucks?" He said nervously.
"Consider it a gift." I said. "In return for neither of us ever having to see your weasely little face again."
He took the pen.
"Hell, why didn’t you say so Vic? I'd have signed it back to you without all the threats if you had only asked . Jeez almighty."
"And call Jeb." Victoria added. "Drop the charges against Vincent or spend the next five to ten years in court fighting to keep yourself out of jail for fraud and intellectual property theft."
"Of course I will Vic, I was only ever blowing smoke up this rich guy's ass. I wouldn’t send anyone to the slammer for borrowing my car."
"Of course not." I said and pushed the documents over to him. "Now sign."
He poised the pen over the dotted line.
"So I sign here and all this goes away, right?"
He looked like such an idiot I found it hard not to grab the pen out of his hand and tell him it was just joke after all, that in fact we would prefer to go the legal route and exhaust him financially before crushing him legally.
The idiot was lucky his ex-girlfriend had a heart of gold.
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We spent another night together, one I'll never forget - our first night of freedom and still far away from everyone we knew in New York City. Who would have thought that Shillington, Ohio could be the perfect escape from the Big Apple for a couple of star-struck lovers, least of all me. I never thought I would set foot in that town again. After my parents were evicted from their home on Thornhill Road I was distraught. I felt lost inside for years. I was only a kid and my parents told me I'd get over it, that I'd like it better where we were going to, but of course I hadn’t. Growing up in a slum in New York where my mom's relatives were from had nothing like the sense of freedom that living out on Thornhill Road had for a child.
And nothing could ever have replaced that little girl next door. A little girl whose full name I hadn't even known.
But now I was back in town and that little girl was all grown up into a beautiful and irresistible woman. When that idiot Will gave me the address on Thornhill Road it was like the world had been ripped open in front of me when I saw the old house I still couldn't quite believe it. The mystery was solved. It had to be her. Now I knew what had been bugging me, nagging me, driving me insane since I had first laid eyes on her.
I had found her again.
She had wanted me to take her right there in front of her old home but I knew a better place and that's where we were going now.
When we got to the foot of the tree she looked at me with eyes I never thought I'd see again. I didn’t have to ask her what to do. Without a word she start climbing the branches and I watched her go up, mesmerized, as though I'd been taken back twenty years in time. My heart was pounding, my head throbbing and as for my balls, they couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. The bright, summer dress she had on revealed just enough to make me want to go demented every time I caught sight of something I wasn't supposed to see but that I knew she had wanted to reveal to me.
My mouth was dry with fear, palms hot and wet with anticipation. I had no plan beyond taking her there and reproducing that lost summer afternoon, but what would we do after that I had no idea at all.
She found the same branch she had been sitting on all those years ago. It was thicker and stronger now. She eased herself carefully out onto the limb, her slender, stockinged legs wrapped around it for support - just like they would be wrapped around me soon enough.
"Vincent… I think I really need your help up here. I might have gone a little too far out on this branch."
My head was swimming. She was making it too real.
"I'm not coming up there unless you make it worth my while." I said.
"Don't be mean. I really need your help, unless you want to end up taking me straight to the ER with a broken leg."
"Are you seriously telling me that you can't get back down out of that tree and that you actually need my help?"
She shifted awkwardly, nearly losing her grip on the branch and screamed girlishly.
The shrill sound sent my cock into overdrive. Men. We are pathetic - hardwired to get horny at the sound of a high pitched scream for help.
"Don’t move Vicky, I'm coming to get you. This was a stupid idea."
"Your stupid idea Vincent, now come on, stop being an asshole and get yourself up here before I break a leg."
She clung on to the branch for dear life, wrapping her legs around it and sending her dress riding up over her thighs and ass. The sweet view of the inadvertently exposed skin made the little boots she was wearing all the more sexy and god damn it, those garters were still there.
The filthy little tease never lost an opportunity to put them on.
I started climbing. Not as easy as you might imagine with a throbbing, erect cock in your pants.
"You had better not be jerking me off Vicky."
"You should be so lucky. Come on." She screamed, nearly falling again. "I think I'm slipping."
I was about half way up, trying to focus on not falling myself when I thought I saw a smile on that pretty face of hers.
I stopped.
"You got me once before Victoria Price, but I'm not falling for it this time. Come on. Get up. There's a branch right above you that you can hold onto for support. Just reach up and take it."
"I'm not fucking twelve years old anymore." She screeched at me. "I can’t let go. Now hurry up, I'm really getting scared here."
I didn’t move.
"Prove to me this isn’t a scam."
She nearly fell from the branch again, making my heart lurch.
"What do I need to do? Fall and break both my legs? Come on, hurry up."
"The last time we did this you made me an offer."
"I was twelve years old back then and not in fear of sustaining a compound fracture. Just get here already, I'm scared."
"If you're really scared then make me an offer and I promise I'll get you down without a scratch on that gorgeous ass of yours."
"I'll buy you lunch."
I laughed out loud.
"Forget it. I'm going back to the car."
"I'll buy you lunch at Will's place so you can gloat over having made a fool out of him."
"A sports bar lunch with William Hyde as the chef? I don't think so, that sounds even worse than our first ever hot dog date back in Manhattan. Come on Vicky, you know exactly what it is I want, so don’t be shy; make me an offer I can’t refuse and I promise I'll come to your rescue."
She nearly fell again. If she was faking it then she was doing a damn good job. If she wasn't then I would need to get out on that branch again quickly before this fooling around turned into a medical emergency.
"Okay." She said, her voice full of nerves and fear. "Panties. Whatever. One pair. Now get me down from here."
"Not enough."
> "Come on Vincent! I'm really scared here."
"Okay, okay, I'm coming, but I want panties and then five minutes to do whatever I want with you from the moment I get you down on the ground underneath this tree. I've been waiting twenty years for this, so you better be ready to make good or you can break every bone in your body as far as I'm concerned."
"Five minutes." She shrieked. "You've got five minutes and the panties I'm wearing and you are a complete fucking asshole."
It sounded like she was on the verge of tears. I was sure I had gone too far. I may really be an asshole but there was no way I was going to let that precious little beauty fall and get hurt.
"Hang tight gorgeous, I'm on my way."
I clamored up to the branch she was on and started to crawl out towards her. Looking down I realized why she had gotten so nervous. The foliage up until that point made it look like you weren't so high up, but up at that point there was gap in the leaves right below and the ground did look pretty far down.
I wasn't twelve years old anymore either. I was a lot bigger than I had been back then. I started to move out along the branch, wondering if it would even hold the weight of two adults and the sound of creaking, bending wood beneath me wasn't exactly encouraging.
"Hold on Vicky. I've nearly got you."
"You aren't even close."
Huh?
I looked up but instead of finding her terrified face locked down against the bough all I could see was her boots.
"Vicky?"
She had climbed up, turned around and seated herself on the branch. She was smiling. I lifted my head to look up at her but in the process I couldn't avoid seeing those long legs, those evil garters, the divine pale flesh of her inner thighs and the knee weakening vision right between her legs.
Cotton panties.
I felt my grip on the branch loosen.
"My face is up here you dirty little pervert."
"Vicky…" I tried to look up but it was too late. She moved her foot to kick me in the chest but she didn't even have to connect for me to lose my hold and send me reeling out into space.
Time instantly slowed down.
I looked up and saw the sheer horror on her face. She hadn't really meant to kick me off the branch. It was a joke gone wrong.
I reached out frantically for support and locked onto her ankle. The dirty little tease was going to take the fall with me.
Her look of horror changed to anger in our slow motion fall. This was going to be beyond good. This was going to be angry sex, outdoors and on the very spot she had fucked me up sexually nearly two decades beforehand.
It would be the mother of all sexual fantasies taken to its ultimate, ball-breaking conclusion.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I landed on top of him and for a second we were both speechless.
"Are you okay?" We both said at the same time.
"I'm fine." I said. "No thanks to you."
"I can't move." He said.
"You're the one who dragged me down on top of you. You're one who had this so-called great idea to begin with."
It was a great idea, but I wanted him riled, crazy. I wanted to see what he would do to me after all these years of waiting.
"It wasn't the fall you idiot, it's your knee in my nuts. Have you any idea how much this hurts?"
I looked down and saw where my knee had unintentionally landed.
"You deserve it for making me promise to fuck you underneath this tree. A promise which I obviously, am no longer obligated to honor."
"Are you hurt?"He said.
"Not at all."
"Did I get you out of the tree?"
"You dragged me out of it."
"But did I get you out?"
"Yes. Badly."
"Then you owe me five minutes."
It was true. Technically. I stared into his eyes for a second and then looked at my watch.
"Thirty seconds of which is already gone."
He didn't waste a second from then on. I don’t know what happened to the pain in his balls but in a heartbeat he had wrestled me to my back and roughly pulled down my panties leaving me bare naked before him yet again and it never got old.
This man could have me wet in seconds and I was ready for him again.
He tore open his shirt and then lifted me up, pressing my back against the tree we had fallen from, his huge cock, still covered, pressed into me as it had done before and I felt it all run through me again. I wanted to be fucked like this - taken, pinned against this tree where it had all seemed so forbidden and dirty all those years ago. But now we were two adults, all grown up and we could do whatever we wanted with each other without any guilt or shame.
And I had just given him carte blanche for the next four minutes.
His kisses began to land everywhere, his strong hands took my hips and he raised me up against the tree, slamming me against it.
"Open your legs." He panted. His mouth was level with my pussy now. If I opened my legs it would lift up my dress and leave me helpless, naked and exposed before him.
"Open your goddamn legs and honor our deal." He growled. My heart was thundering, my channel clenched inside, hot, wet and waiting for him to claim it.
I lifted up my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders.
This was it. I looked at my watch. He still had three minutes left.
That was the deal.
"God yes." He hissed, his hot breath blazing against the flesh of my inner thighs and the mouth of my pussy. I arched my back in anticipation and grabbed handfuls of his hair in both hands.
"Do it you filthy little boy." I heard myself say. "Take what I promised you and fucking use it."
His mouth plunged down onto me and his tongue began to lave. He quickly found my clit and began to work it relentlessly. The speed and intensity made me shake. I was already wet as hell and ready for him and in seconds I could feel the first waves begin to come. Was he really going to do it so fast? Lick me out of my mind in under three minutes and leave me soaked and broken underneath the tree I had lusted over him as a little girl?
He grunted wildly between my legs and then slipped his arms out from underneath them to lower me back down again. I wrapped my legs around his hips while his strong arms guided me down. My eyes met his just as he reached around with his hand to push his huge, pulsating cock deep inside me. I gasped, moaned, threw back my head and then when I lifted it again he was there, staring into my eyes, drilling himself deeper inside me, thrusting, pounding my butt back into the tree behind us with his hips and pulling it back in close to him with his powerful hands.
In seconds I was ready to come all over him, screaming, groaning and all the time he was there, steady gazing into my eyes, his teeth ground together like he was in deadly pain but determined to get the job done.
The job of fucking me senseless….
epilogue
Three days a week in Manhattan, the rest in Ohio.
Long distance relationships can be hard.
Then again, when you do get to spend time together, it makes it all the sweeter and in Vincent Medici's case, all the hotter.
Monday through Wednesday trying to get work done despite the smoldering atmosphere that Vincent managed to conjure up between us whenever we were around. Thursday through Sunday getting some actual work done and making sure that mom and dad were getting the best care available through the various services I had put in place to support them.
Vincent still wanted me to live and work full time in New York but I had a duty to stay with my parents so the mid-week split was my best compromise. My mom and dad had spent their whole adult lives in Shillington and to ask them to uproot and move to New York just to make life easier for me would have been completely unfair. My mother was unlikely to get much better and my father was no longer capable of looking after her anymore, either physically or intellectually. It was clear that he was no longer in a position to make important decision of any kind and Will had taken advantage o
f that. At least now I would have the money to look after them. With what Medici Investments had put into my new company and the success of the Life Defender and the related line of 'defensive wearables' as Vincent called them, money was no longer a concern.
He was making a rare visit to his old hometown this weekend in view of the news we had to share with mom and dad. It looked like their only daughter was finally going to make an honest man out of someone and take him up the aisle. Vincent had popped the question earlier in the week at one of Manhattan's finest rooftop eateries with a stunning view of the skyline spread out behind us.
Of course I said yes.
Not only was he my childhood sweetheart but he was also the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on and the first I one I had truly fallen in love with. I had wanted to call mom and dad right away but in totally uncharacteristic fashion, Vincent had insisted on asking dad for my hand in marriage. This formal and gentlemanly side to his nature was a far cry from his usual norm of ripping off my underwear to make love to me in semi-public places or talking me into giving him private strip shows that left me aching to take drag him physically to my bed…
I looked at his gorgeous profile sitting next to me in my new car. He was over-dressed as always, looking good enough to eat, but with an edginess to his demeanor that was unlike him.
"Are you nervous?" I asked him.
"Not at all. I think you've become an excellent driver in the last few weeks."
"Not that wise-ass, I mean about my Dad and asking him for, you know…my hand." It sounded so weird, so old-fashioned, so not 'us'.
"I suppose I am a little. What if he says no?"
"I don’t know. What if he actually says no?"
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