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               her brain is running a million miles an hour trying to keep up with everything that's happening. there's an honest to god gun at her feet, more cash than she's ever seen on her lap, and images of a man beaten within an inch of his death in her mind every time she blinks. he drives fast, way faster than she's every pushed her beloved car. god, is that blood on him? is the weapon he used to beat that man in the car? what the hell is she thinking doing this? this is no life for her. the car jerks as he slams on the brakes and she jolts forward, hands catching onto the dash to protect herself. the sudden switch up terrifies her. juliet can't very well get out and run off to her family now, not when he opened her eyes to how terrible they are for her. tears sting at her eyes and she blinks rapidly, the backs of her hands furtively wiping at her cheeks. "no." she doesn't even know what she's saying no to. juliet sniffles, then stubbornly sits back and buckles her belt. "drive. i'll fucking count." she doesn't mean for it to come out as a command, but it does, weak as it is. juliet gathers the cash that fell into a neat pile in her hand and starts counting. her hands shake a little as she shuffles through the bills, mumbling the amount under her breath to keep her place. it's good. it gives her something to do. makes sure that she's not focusing on her world falling apart around her.

this was the first moment since he got out of prison that his eyes didn't look at juliet, and in that moment didn't care about her at all because he had years of anger building and brewing that all were being released at once. "he's not fucking dead" he corrected "at least probably not" he said as he started the engine and started to pull away "that was the piece of shit that sent me to prison, the man who made it so your daddy had to live behind bars, he took 10 full years of your daddy's life away" he explained as he looked over at her, he could see the look on her face. she was experiencing trauma, ptsd, and god knows what else as he threw her into the deep end of the reality of his life. "that was us getting supplies, and getting even. when someone fucking crosses you---you don't let them fucking walk away thinking they can do it again juliet. ever. the second you let someone get away with it they know they can do it again and again. he knows his fucking place---or he will if he wakes up" he pushed the pedal down to drive away a bit quicker. Everett let out a deep breath as he glanced over to see her trying to push herself as far from his as possible "you don't need to be scared of me juliet. i wouldn't ever hurt you. now count. please" the please felt out of place, and it felt weird to him as he said it. "you're a college student with no work experience or exposure, you've lived your life on mommy and daddy's money. well, they tried to control your life so you're free of them. where are you going to live? what are you going to eat? i provide for mine, and you're mine sweetheart. i don't give a shit who is on the other side" he slammed on the breaks "get the fuck out then, run back to that pathetic life as a dumb little puppet if that's what you want".

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               the scream erupts from her mouth before she understands why she's screaming. both hands cover her mouth as she watches the scene in absolute horror. she stumbles backwards, gaze shifting from the bloodied man to everett then back at the man. there's more blood and gore here than she's ever seen before. she's nauseous, tears threatening to spill. when he demands for her to grab the gun, she's frozen in place, staring at the man. "is he-is he dead?" her voice comes out as a whisper, unbelieving of what she just bore witness to. shakily, she grabs the weapon, holding it by the handle with only her pointer finger and thumb, arm out stretched like it could explode on her. she doesn't waste time getting into the car, dropping the gun to the floor of the car as soon as she's sat. he tosses money onto her lap and she can't bring herself to move. "what was that? everett. what the hell was that!? you killed him!" she doesn't mean to yell, but she's scared, pressed up against the door to put as much distance between the two of them as she can. "you-you just killed a man in front of me and stole money and a-and a gun!"

this moment was entirely about getting even with the person that took a large part of his life from him, he had spent 10 years of hell behind bars because one person snitched when they should have just kept their mouth shut. this was also a unique moment as he stood in the alley waiting to surprise the man, but this was the moment that juliet would be forced to see his world. his hand wielded a hammer that he had told the brunette to bring, and as they came out he began to walk over behind him, waiting for her to get out of the way then slamming the man on the side of his torso with the hammer. "Rat piece of shit" his hammer then pulling back and slamming into the mans hand as he reached for a gun that sat in his waistline, causing the gun to slide onto the ground. "You should have fucking kept your mouth shut. The only reason my boys didn't fucking kill you was because i wanted you to live every fucking second of your pathetic fucking life in fear of when i'm coming to finish the fucking job" he pulled the hammer back again but this time struck him on the side of the head, watching as the man fell to the ground. "Grab the gun" he spoke to Juliet as he calmly moved through his pockets, pulling out a large wad of cash from it, as well as a few credit cards. He could hear the other people inside starting to head out "Get in the car" he ordered firmly "Now" he asserted louder than his previous command. He tossed the money over her that looked to be at least over a thousand dollars "Count" he said as the car picked up down the road quickly.

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               she listens raptly to his every word. his instructions are strange, but not impossible. she wouldn't be able to accomplish anything like this before the conversation they had. now? now, she felt unstoppable. she smiled into his kiss, then gave him a quick peck for good luck. "mhm. give me a few minutes." she steps out of the car and adjusts her dress a bit. a few tugs and the neckline lowers, showing more of her cleavage while the skirt is hiked up on just that side of too-short. juliet takes a breath, then walks into the bar. the environment is immediately a little overwhelming, but she does exactly as he says. pushes her shoulders closer a bit to make her tits bigger as she approaches the man in the bar that fits everett's description. "hi, mister." she all but bats her eyelashes, trying to seem as innocent and clueless as possible. "my car broke down and i don't know where i am and i'm just really, really scared. do you think you could take a look?" she rests her elbows on the counter, sticking her ass out a bit. "i'm so sorry for disturbing you, you just look so helpful." another few words exchanged and mindless flirting. the man's hand trails her body and she doesn't stop him when he gropes her chest with so little regard and even places his hand over her ass as she leads him back out of the bar. "that's my car over there, mister." she points towards it and waits for him to begin sauntering over. as promised, she slips over to the side, away from everett and the strange man, and watches.

everett had successfully uprooted her entire life and instead of feeling back he felt pride for it, he felt like he achieved something truly remarkable. other men fantasized about women like juliet, the sat in their bed lonely at night and stroked their pathetic dicks thinking about her body but everett got to use it---however he wanted---for as long as he chose. she wouldn't say the words or even understand what had happened but in the process of this conversation she became property. "we're going to see an old friend" he said as they stopped the car in front of a bar. He got out of the car and headed to the trunk. "Now, i need my beautiful little girl to go into that bar like a little damsel in distress. Push your shoulders together so your tits look even bigger, you can even bend over to let them see your ass with out panties. But---sitting at the bar you need to lure out my old friend. You can't miss him, shaved head looked like a thumb" his hands digging through her bag. "Then when you come out, you're going to stand right over there" he pointed over to the side. "Am i clear?" the way he said that made it almost sound like he cared about her being safe during all this---even though he was sending her into a bar with a known gangster. He leaned in and kissed her again "You can do this baby".

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               she feels all turned around. everything she knew torn town and built back up. she nods jerkily and grabs her dress from where she let it drop. juliet pulls it back on, fumbles with the zip for a moment as she tugs that up as well. she eyes her panties where they rest on the floor of the car and decides against wearing them. look at her! already making her own decisions without her parents' input. she smiles smugly to herself, then settles back into her seat, belt buckled again. should she tell him that she's never given a blowjob before? at least not one that lasted for more than a few seconds. doesn't matter, he'll teach her. juliet brushes out the wrinkles on her dress. the bit about his friends confuses her, but she doesn't dwell on it too long. he's probably just going to meet some people he hasn't seen since getting locked up. doesn't mean much to her right now as he starts driving off. "who are we seeing?" she runs through every stereotypical gangster movie or show she's seen. "someone who owes you money?"

a small part of him believed his bullshit when he talked about her parents, mostly because had quite a bit of disdain for his own parents when he was her age so he carried it over. he hated anyone that tried to 'control' or be in charge of him, and he didn't want that for her---unless it was him. that was the hypocrisy of it all, he wanted full control. "we all deserve good things, the people that are bad in our lives just make us feel like we don't" he said as if it was gospel, some great philosophical theory. "That's my good girl. That'll be a big moment for you. I'm proud of you" he wrapped his arms around her "I'm so proud of my girl" he was truly taking the fatherly figure position in her life now that he had gotten rid of the real thing. "Now, we have some business to do. Then we're going to get a hotel so daddy can use your mouth" he slipped in using her mouth as if it was part of a job description she didn't know she had agreed to. He turned back to the wheel and began to drive again "Put your dress back on---for now. The piece of shit we're about to see don't deserve to see your body. Saving that for my friends later" another small thing slipped in as if it was nothing at all to parade her around like a little trophy slut to impress the others in the gang.

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               them versus us.  her parents with their claws in her, twisting and twisting her around until she can't recognize herself.  her, naked in front of a man she only just met in person who strings together sweetened words like music to her ears. he weaves every sentence with truth and hopes for the future. even his solution is more reasonable, smarter than the one she came up with. don't drop out just yet, only a little break to see if this is what she likes. she knew so many people who took gap years before starting college and they're doing a million times better than she is right now. that could be her. and if she doesn't think she wants to go back, then at least she has everett. how can he understand her better than the people who raised her. "what'd i do so right in my life to deserve you?" she muses, a smile playing on her perfect mouth. she gives him a kiss on the cheek, a light giggle. "i'll drop my classes as soon as we get back to campus." she nods eagerly, and suddenly holds him in a hug, pressing her body against him. "sounds really good. thank you for helping me already."

this was a point of no return and everett knew that, in this moment he was taking a step that would alter her life for good, before they were all words and play, they were manipulative but this was action. if she did this she was changing the entire path of her life, and when he got bored of her she would have significantly screwed things up. even people with shitty intensions would turn back at this point but something about her---he had to have her completely. he needed her to be his every second, he wanted to be addicted to her and vice versa. "how about----" he paused thinking "first we need to get you free of your parents. so, you're going to go to the school office and tell them you're dropping your current classes for---family reasons. then if this next semester you realize you miss it we'll get you enrolled with our own money, so that you are tied to 'them' anymore" the way he said them, made her parents sound like the enemy, like they were truly the worst people. "This way i get time with my princess, and my princess gets to experience life for the first time ever. And the option to go back is there next semester. Worst case--you've just side tracked one semester. Lots of people take semesters off" he couldn't name anyone that did but it sounded legit when he spoke it. "How's that sound angel? does that sound good?".

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               she leaned into his touch, relishing the warmth of his hand in her hair. he's so gentle with her, soft and caring and trustworthy. "i like college." even as she says it, she begins to doubt if she means it. she bites her lip again and looks into his eyes. those eyes could pull any truth out of her. on some level, she understood he was a dangerous man, but he can't be that bad if he's so loving with her. "well... i like my friends there. i like the community. the classes..." a drawn out sigh and a shake of her head. "i suck at science." she's jealous of her roommate that's an art major. juliet watches the other girl do her homework with envy every night as she attempts organic chemistry. every semester, she pulls a barely passing grade by the skin of her teeth. "i suppose i could be an artist without college. plenty of the greats never went." not that she could name a single one off the top of her head. besides, spending every day with everett is so much more appealing than trying to be someone she isn't on a campus that's filled with snobs and hiking tuition prices every semester. "should i..." this is a bad idea, but once she's set on something, it's hard for her to let go. "do you think it's better for me to drop out?"

it shouldn't be this way but manipulating her like this turned him on more than he could even put into words, he wouldn't tell her anytime soon but he had actually been married more than once---and the effect she had on him was far greater than any of them ever had. "No you are not" though in time he would have her saying the complete opposite if that's what he chose, all it would take is convincing her somehow the best way to 'stick it' to her parents is to be the dumb little girl they treated her like. Her lips felt divine against his, his tongue gently pushing into her mouth as his hand rested on her thigh deepening the kiss only pulling away after several long moments. "College---they forced you to do what they wanted. Do you even want to be a student? Or do you want to spend your days with me?" the question was framed in a way that was unfair but as he asked it his hand ran gently through her hair almost lovingly "You're already so smart, you don't need all those pompous pretentious fucks telling you what to think and what to feel. You already are amazing and perfect. They don't see what i see".

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               a pet, not a daughter. oh, how true that was. it's a little bewildering how easily everett is able to read her, to pick her apart after just a few simple truths. if she can't trust him, who else can she trust? certainly not her parents, not after they so clearly manipulated her and tore ever fiber of her being down and reconstructed her into what they wanted her to be. she can study art if she wants to, she can spend her money on what she wants, she can strip in her car in broad daylight if she damn well pleases. "i'm not a stupid girl," she affirms. confidence floods into her drop by drop as he continues, and she folds her legs under her, pushes up on her knees so she can look at him properly. juliet inches close, relishes in the kiss they share. her hands rest on his face, nails scratching against his black-and-silver stubble as she kisses him again. one hand drops to his bulge again and rests there, heavy, feeling the length and warmth against her palm. it's too soon to say i love you, but god isn't this the beginning of something that could be love? a man who understands her, who trusts her, who empowers her. "i want to shine for you. for me. want to show you how many chances i'm willing to take."

he took note in that moment of the result of his affirmation, seeing the pride she took in it and saw how quickly it could lift her mood and instantly make her feel special. "It's awful in my opinion. They---controlled you. They tamed you. They treated you like they would a pet, not a daughter" he knew how fucked up what he was doing was, but his lust and desire outweighed anything else. His hand moved to her cheek to let his thumb brush away a few tears "They did" he nodded "Princess look at you right now. You're doing something you never could have imagined doing. That's going to be every single day, every day you will do something new and unique and find what it is that makes you feel seen, and what makes you feel like you shine" but in reality it had more to do with what he craved and what he wanted for her. "You're not the stupid little girl they think you are---are you? If you're going to be pathetic and worthless it's your choice to be---they dont' get to make you it. You're the brave independent woman who is taking chances now, who's stripping in a car" he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her lips. "My beautiful little girl is going to shine unlike anyone has ever shined. I can promise you that".

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               she beams, smile glittering as pride filled her. yes, that's right. look at what she did to this big, strong man. so, so easily, and it only took her getting out of her clothes to do it. she wants to do it again and again and again. it's like she unlocked a superpower. as he continues talking, the smile falls slowly from her face. her family, the one she loves so much, manipulated her. they controlled her like a puppet on strings. they forced her to put her full trust in them, eliminated any avenue of escape, then set rules to prevent her from growing any further from where she already was. juliet finds herself nodding, agreeing with him. you're too stupid to think for yourself hits too close to home. she blinks away unwanted tears that threaten to fall. she's heard that phrase too many times from her dad, at every turn when she made a mistake that seemed irredeemable in his eyes. "they manipulated me..." she echoes, looking away. juliet chews at the inside of her cheek, then looks up at everett, eyes shining. "you'd let me shine, right daddy? treat me well? support me when i make my own decisions?"

the size difference between them became apparent again the moment his hand was on hers, she was so tiny compared to him that his mind couldn't help but go to him trying to break he. Lingering to the filthy thoughts of fucking her so hard she screamed or had to use a safe word because she physically couldn't handle him. "That's what your body does for daddy, it gets me that hard. That's what my pretty little girl does" he wanted to get her affirmation, give her a moment of feeling proud of herself and feeling like she achieved something. He listened to answer but held himself back from smirking as he saw the path forward. "So they manipulated you, made decisions for you because they didn't trust you. Then they threatened your livelihood and your future with the family---if you did what you felt was right?" he said framing it in a way that made it sound far worse. "They treated you awful, hiding behind saying 'it's for your best' doesn't make it better. They decided---you're too stupid to think for yourself" it was the harshest way to twist her words, that vicious and possessive side of him knowing that her parents could potentially pull her away from him. "What kind of parent---doesn't let their child shine?".

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               it feels awkward to be in the passenger seat completely nude while he's still fully clothed. there's something comforting in his voice that washes all of those nerves away. maybe it's the way he looks at her like he genuinely appreciates her figure, the way he speaks so authoritatively that she has no choice but to follow his commands, the way he guides her like it's her first time. she smiles, her gloss-painted mouth quirking upwards into a genuine smile. he's charming, honest, protective. he'll teach her what she needs to know. his large hand wrapped around her dainty one, and she rested her open palm against his bulge. she gasped at the size that she could feel through his clothing and did her best to ignore the dampness between her legs so she could concentrate on his words. "i don't hate them..." she says. her head shakes, tilts as she thinks on the question. "i mean... i don't like how they pushed me to go into a 'real' major so i could get a 'real job' like them. my dad's a doctor so basically made me go into biology. said he would cut me off if i even thought about the humanities. and ... and my mom... i wouldn't call her neglectful..." she trails off and huffs a laugh. "i just wish she would've given me more thought. she thought i was competition for dad's attention even when i was a little kid." she sighs, the weight on her shoulders feeling a million times lighter just saying her thoughts.

When she let her chest show fully he let his gaze rest on her longer than he had planned, truly taking in every inch of her. She was one of the most beautiful women. It was shocking even to him that a girl her age was with him, that a woman that seemingly probably seemed like she had so much going for her was willing to derail some part of her life to be with a man older than her father. It made him wants to understand her more than anything, to truly understand what was underneath that made her want this. "It is the first time again. We'll just pretend it's your first time" he teased letting a rare smirk appear on his lips "But i'm going to take care of you and show you your place. To show you that you're safe with me too" that was something he did mean, as long as she was with him she was more safe than she could imagine, he wouldn't shy to throw someone through a pane of glass if they so much as looked at her wrong. His hand moved to hers and pulled her hand onto his lap, letting her feel the large throbbing bulge that he already had. The size of him already evident and far above even men that were well endowed. "It all starts with saying what you hate about your life now---to let it all out. So tell me something you hate about your parents".

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               how is she supposed to tell him that she's not ashamed or embarassed of her body, just worried about what other people will think? here she is, with a man older than her father in the driver's seat of her car, stripping naked for him and calling herself words she would never even think of saying. "sorry," she whispers. juliet's arm drops, revealing herself again. every other time she slept with someone, it had been perfectly vanilla and on an extra-long twin bed in the dorms. the furthest she got to this territory was an ex boyfriend covering her mouth so she wasn't too loud as he, in his terms, made love to her. juliet tosses her hair back over her shoulder so that everett can get a good look at her body. she leans towards him, hands in front of her, resting on the seat so her tits squeezed together slightly. her teeth sink into her plump lower lip and she blinks innocently at him. "this just feels like the first time again... like i have to relearn everything. i want to relearn everything from you, daddy." her head tilts. "i need to see how remarkable my life can be with my daddy."

everett knew in the early days of their relationship to work through everything, to truly learn everything about his life. at his core he used people, and the first step of doing that was understanding what people needed, what they craved, what they liked, and what they hated, once he knew all those things he could take advantage of them in every single way. juliet couldn't possibly fathom the plans he had for her "And what would be wrong with that?" he asked with a serious tone and look on his face "Are you embarrassed by your body?" he asked quickly before she could answer the first question. He watched as she took off her dress, revealing her perfect tits. His hand reached forward to grope her, feeling how full and perfect she felt against him as his hands moved against her. "Good girl, that's my good little girl" he instructed leaning forward and dragged his tongue against her nipple, leaning in another inch and sucking on her tit for a moment before finally pulling back. "Your life up to this moment has been completely unremarkable, but now, daddy's going to show you how remarkable it can be" those words he actually meant, but the next words were slightly off brand from the forcefulness he had since he met her "Don't do that" this time his voice was soft as he watched her cover herself "Be proud of your body, and how beautiful it is. You're a beautiful young woman".

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          after a few turns, juliet well and truly had no idea where they were. the prison had been a ways away from her university campus anyway, but she thought they'd at least be heading in that direction. there's little everett didn't know about her at this point, from address to major to secrets she wouldn't tell her family or friends. but... if they went to her university, what then? she lives with other people. there's no way she'd be able to sneak him in without someone noticing. everett goes down a different street and pulls to a stop, and she turns to look at him quizzically. he takes command of the scenario, giving her a demand without a moment's hesitation. juliet's mouth goes dry as she processes. she looks over her shoulder outside the window. it's broad daylight—"anyone could see me." still, juliet unbuckles her seatbelt and sits forward a little. she stretches her flexible arms back and unzips her dress, then pulls it off completely. she hadn't been wearing a bra, so her tits are on full display. "i'm going to be a good little wh-whore for daddy." she stumbles over the word, the syllable foreign in her mouth. "thank you for taking care of everything, daddy. i'm so happy to have you with me, to have you see me as i am." suddenly a bit embarrassed, she covers her chest with her forearm and squeezes her thighs together.

Even while he had been in prison he was commanding people and running things, he knew how he wanted things and he usually couldn't really see any angle other than his own. When she apologize he glanced over again "It's okay, you're perfect for what i want. I was just saying it woulda been even better. If i had my way i'd be your first, but i know that's not realistic" he explained turning the car, now taking full control of where they were going even though he was in a car that wasn't even his own. He looked at her in such a unique way, it was a look that held both lust and commanding. Everett drove another street but then pulled over and stopped on the shoulder of the road putting it in park and putting his attention back on Juliet. "Take off your dress, i want you fully naked" he ordered, his eyes showing the seriousness of that order. "You're going to be such a good little whore for your daddy aren't you? I think you should tell me how happy you are to have a new daddy, to have someone to take care of everything. Someone to see you" his words were manipulative, he knew they were because they were ones he'd used on other women in the past.

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          the phrasing he uses, the way he so casually drops the words whore, bitch, cunt is so at odds with him calling her a good little girl that she can't help the quiet little moan that leaves her parted mouth. part of her wants to do something wrong, to defy him, just to see how bad the punishment he'll dole out will be. it goes against everything she does, though. she's good. she follows rules, she takes direction. she has no reason to be on the receiving end of a punishment. "i'm sorry." she doesn't know why she apologizes when he mentions that he prefers girls with a lower body count, like it's her mistake. like she should have been saving herself for this older man who just got out of prison after so many years. the way he keeps looking at her and has one hand between her thighs as he drives makes her nervous. still, her gaze remains on him, the way his broad, built body takes over her car like it's his, the same way he claims that she's his. juliet is surprisingly disappointed when he pulls his hand away. a little gasp falls from her pouty lips. "please, daddy. i've never had anyone's mouth on me there." she can't even say the words, beating around them with innuendos and vague terms.

the joy that everett got from punishment was that they were all unique depending on how he felt in that moment, some could even be indicative of what caused the punishment. spanking her, forcing so many orgasms out of her she was crying, edging her, public degradation, humiliation, so many options were open to him when it came to her and he knew he would probably do them all. he wanted to punish her, which meant he would find reasons to if she stayed perfectly within his rules. "three" he repeated with a small nod "Not as low as i'd prefer, but not as high as i'd expect with a body like yours. I half expected you to be a whore that got passed around from man to man at a frat party. you look innocent but you have that look that i wouldn't be surprised if you were a dirty bitch" his eyes glancing over at her as the car traveled down the road "But i'm happy that isn't the case, I bet your pussy is still extremely tight" his finger gently sliding between her entrance to almost threaten sliding his finger inside of her. "Well it's very lucky i know you then isn't it? Because i'm going to use that cunt in a way that no other man ever has." he took his hand off of her and moved his fingers to his lips to lick them clean of her wetness "You taste good--if you're a good little girl maybe i'll slide my tongue inside of you and make you cum hard around it later".

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               she wants so badly to ask what exactly punishment would entail. juliet had read and watched enough to have an inkling, but everett's every word dripped with threat and innuendo to make her question everything she knows about anything. juliet had the feeling that either she was going to have to learn how to lie well fast or at the very least not do anything that would result in this elusive punishment. something about the way he says it makes her think that he would relish it. juliet's face heats up, the tips of her ears going red when he asks such questions so plainly. she has a feeling that he wants numbers, true and honest answers. he won't be satisfied with something short and vague. "three," she confesses. "my first was my long term high school boyfriend. two others since i started college." she gasps when his finger grazes against her and her head leans back against the seat. "conservative, i think? they weren't one night stands. i-i like knowing someone before he leads me to bed." does she sound as young and unexperienced as she feels in front of him? it's hard to concentrate with his hand between her legs.

everett was capable of bad things and he had done as much for his gang. Drugs, weapons, sex, he had been a part of every single element of what his gang did and he didn't have any intention of stopping even when he got our of jail. He glanced over at juliet again and smirked because she had no idea the world she was about to be thrust into, he was alot but when she had to face the fact he would always have a gun on him or him having to beat someone up he was curious what her reaction would be. "Good. Then i'll have no reason to punish you. I'm just glad you understand that trust is everything" the words themselves didn't sound bad, but his tone made even that sound like an idle threat. "Yes here, and yes now. I don't like repeating myself Juliet" he kept the car there as two more cars pulled up behind them, one of them honking their horn as he glanced down and looked at her "How many men have you let fuck you? Were you conservative with your body or a little whore taking any dick you could?" the harsh words came off his tongue like they were normal. Another honk or two came before he began to drive down the road, his hand moving between her legs and instantly letting a finger graze against her. "such a perfect little cunt, but don't get used to questioning my commands. I don't care if we're in the middle of public, when i tell you to do something i expect it to be done".

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               she remembers when she first looked him up, the shock she'd felt and the desperate need that had followed shortly after. how is it her fault that the boys on campus are just that: boys. juliet needs a man, and time in prison shouldn't matter much. still, she starts to consider how much of a mistake this could end up being. he is authoritative and commanding and while all that was fun in fantasy and texts, it seems a bit scary now. the car stops at the gate and she looks at him with innocent eyes. "i have no reason to lie to you." the idea of punishment is both thrilling and terrifying. her previous boyfriends and flings had been short term and extremely vanilla. everett is anything but that. juliet fidgets with the seatbelt, considering his request. "here? n-now?" they're in view of the guard at the gate and the car wasn't tinted. she squeezes her thighs together subconsciously. the idea of belonging to him, to anyone that isn't her....well, she didn't want to think about that. juliet slipped her hands under her dress and pulled her panties down. hesitantly, she separated her thighs and hiked the hem of her dress up to her waist. her actions were slow, cautious. she was already growing steadily wet as she displayed herself for his inspection.

the brunette took him surprise in some ways, he had to imagine how bored she was of others that she had been able to be convinced to stay with him even after she found out about him being in prison. even after she must have researched him and his charges and seen he was not a good man. everett's hand grope her thigh almost hungrily, the longing for touch like this had been growing needily in him for years and now he had someone he could touch and grope whenever he chose. he started to drive forward but stopped at the front gate, turning to gaze at her "You're sure about that? You'd never lie to me right? Because if i found out you lied to me---it would be a very big problem. Meanwhile if you make mistakes i will take the proper steps---" his words were powerful and threatening "you know i wouldn't take any pleasure in punishing you" the first pure lie he told her in person. He knew she was naive and gullible, she was exactly the type of person he was looking for that had lifted such a significantly boring life that she was taking to whatever he chose. "Slide your panties off and so me your pussy, show me what belongs to me" and he meant that, in his mind he owned her already.

[heldright]

               she can't help the jolt of excitement that trails down her spine at the simple touch. in a matter of seconds it felt like her nerves had both been quelled and heightened. everything about the older man screamed danger. god, her family would be so disappointed if they even heard about this. the good girl goes straight to her core and she hides it with a small giggle. "right," she agrees. "of course." the kiss on the forehead felt a bit patronizing, teasing, after all they had talked about over late night messages that all but destroyed her sleep schedule. she slipped into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt, tugging on it absently as it settled over her chest. every little touch felt overstimulating already and nothing had even happened yet. juliet couldn't help but fixate on how large everett's hand looked over her bare thigh, inching up, up, up so quickly that it left her dizzy. "uh huh." she nods and bites her lip. "it's only been you. only you." it's only a little bit of a lie. she remembers a frat party a few weeks ago, one where she got so wasted she couldn't tell up from down nor who touched her where. the guilt had eaten away at her afterwards when she texted him drunk, but she hadn't let anything slip then and she certainly wouldn't now. "i've been good, daddy. promise." her smaller hand rests over everett's as she smiles in an attempt at reassurance.

juliet was obviously beautiful, a perfect little body and tits he was already excited to see uncovered by the little dress she was wearing but he wasn't about to explore all that in front of a prison where he knew guards were watching. he nods as she tells him everything is in this back, his hand reaching and running through her hair "good girl, i know i picked a good one" he had always known the words to say and when to say them, when he could push or when he needed to pull. her next words brought a small smile to his face as his hand nearly engulfed hers for the keys "well lucky for us, i'm your daddy now aren't i?" he leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead "and daddy's always get what they want" his hand pulling the keys from her grasp. He could help but inhale the scent of the younger woman, astonished just in how intoxicating that was after how long he had been inside. He moved to the car door and slipped inside waiting for her to do the same, his right hand nearly instantly taking it's place on her thigh as the car started. his massive hand looked even bigger on her body, and he wasted no time letting his hand push her sundress up all the way to her thigh "and you've been a good girl in other ways too, not letting any other boys touch you? i'd hate to find out you haven't been loyal".

[heldright]

               juliet doesn't remember the last time she was this anxious. even finals last semester hadn't been so nerve-wracking. she's getting weird looks in the parking lot from the few that linger and she tries to make herself appear more sure of herself. it fails, of course. her face lights up when the man she's been talking to for months now approaches. she can't help the way her sight lingers on the way the suit he wears is a little too tight around his biceps. when he speaks, she doesn't respond quickly, her mind somewhere else entirely. it takes moment before she comes back to herself and tries to catch up on his demand. "yeah, yes. everything's in the back." she fidgets, hand brushing over the skirt of the new sundress she bought just for this. what she knows about him is only from online chats, pictures, and what internet sleuthing she did a little too late into their relationship. not great, but she's dug herself a hole too deep to escape from now. "um..." juliet's fist tightens around her car keys, the fob digging into her palm. "i don't know if that's a good idea... technically it's my dad's car. i can drive." even as she says it, her grip loosens on the keys, half way to handing them over.

open to: f muse: everett welch alternate muse: mateo de leon, dominic rossi, rian costagen plot: everett was just released from prison, and has been in a relationship with a college student. full details here wanted fcs: here

Everett let out a deep breath as he walked out of the prison, finally getting that smell of freedom. Ten years inside felt like a hundred but now he was on the other side of it, wearing the same suit he was arrested in except he's clearly bulked up while inside. He glanced around until he saw a familiar face, one he only knew from photos that she had sent him. She was his new project, his new toy, his new little piece of ass that was going to take care of anything he needed. She seemed so sweet, and so naive when he met her online. He made his way over to her "Did you bring everything i told you to?" he asked. "Get in the car, i don't want to be here a minute longer than i have to. I'm driving" his words had a way of always being authoritative, always clearly commanding.