She, my sweet Faith, was the nemesis to my surety. An unscratchable tickle that wouldn’t be tamed. A flicker of a flame I was unable to snuff out.
I didn’t know which I hated more. My own deviant desires and my inability to make them fuck the hell off, or the way I was back and forth like a prick of a pendulum, for and against spearing that begging little pussy with the stability of a toddler on an ice rink.
One thing that was for sure, I was done with the flimsy bullshit and my own lacklustre willpower. It was in or out, finally for the taking or done with the whole lot of it.
Another thing that was most definitely for sure – there was no way that cocky little prick Stephen Jones was going to be the one taking her.
I wrote out the birthday card for my pretty little girl, and my hand paused with the pen held tight. As of today she was eighteen. An official adult. Certainly ripe for the taking by anyone who wasn’t morally barred. By anyone who wasn’t me, her dad’s friend and employer. Her employer along with it.
I couldn’t believe I was truly contemplating it with a rational mind in the light of day, let alone acting on it, but I did. My hand worked of its own accord, my writing a flash of italics as I finished up the happy birthday message with an added sentence below.
I do have a special birthday present waiting for you, little girl. Be sure to come and take it.
My cock was already hard as I folded that envelope closed and sealed it tight. I slipped it into my inside pocket, despite hating myself for my plan to give it to her.
Then it was time.
I checked out my hair in the mirror, neat and slick, and smoothed down the lapels on my jacket. Yes, I was very much the professional looking Mr Lindon everyone knew so well, even if the interior was anything fucking but.
I hadn’t been to Colin and Diana’s house for quite some time. Two years in fact. I walked up their driveway with strong steps, pushing my way straight around to the back garden where I could hear the activity already underway. Sure enough the celebrations were for a young girl and not for the woman stepping into the new phase of life. The row of bright pink balloons guiding my route through to their gathering were the same kind they’d been gracing her with from the very beginning. The party music was the same playlist that had been playing a decade ago.
And there she was in the heart of it all. The beautiful Faith Martin in her beautiful pink dress, just like the usual celebrations. Only this time the dress was different – fitted, where previously it was bouncy and flared, hugging those curves proud on display in a way that made my mouth water.
For once her hair was swept up completely, not so much as a tendril spiralling down that elegant long neck of hers. Her lips were perfectly pink to match the rest of her, and her eyes were the most stunning blue in the sunshine. She was stunning, as always.
I was staring hard at her when her eyes found mine amongst the gathered visitors. Those eyes widened and that pretty pink mouth dropped open, and she was shocked. Visibly shocked to see me there.
That delicious surprise only made me want her all the more.
Colin exclaimed when he too saw me in attendance, and charged right on over to shake my hand.
“Feels like a lifetime since you were last here!” he said, and he was right on that score.
“Quite.”
“We’ll have to remedy that. We’ll have to get you and Erica over for a meal and a catchup.”
I didn’t reply to that as Diane was a welcome distraction with a glass of champagne to hand over to me. I kissed her cheek then took a swig as she gushed about how big her little girl was getting, and I did my usual generic smile and thanked the Lord how private our own inner thoughts are in this world.
It was a relief when they both got caught up with freshly arriving guests, and I used the opportunity to head on through to a few gathered members of my office team. I forced myself to feign interest in their general gossip bullshit, but I could feel Faith there in the corner of my vision, struggling to keep her eyes off me as much as I was struggling to keep my eyes off her.
“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Mandy from the accounts team asked, and I raised my eyebrows as I realised she was talking to me.
“Faith?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yes, the birthday girl,” she laughed. “Such a beautiful little darling, isn’t she?”