I need to stop thinking about Lance and start worrying about what I’m going to do. Maybe this run will clear my head. Maybe it’ll—
I don’t know what happens but all of a sudden I’m falling and hitting the ground. Before I can even register what’s going on I’m being picked up by a pair of strong hands.
“Shut up, or your dead, bitch,” a gruff voice tells me.
Now, as the Mayor’s wife, I’m entitled to NYPD security when I go out. But more out of practicality I’ve never used the protection service. I’m a born and raised New Yorker, I can handle anything.
I open my mouth and raise my hands, and get ready to scream.
Without realizing what happens the side of my face all of a sudden starts to sting and I realize I’ve been slapped.
“No screaming, or you’re dead!” the voice tells me with urgency. “You’re too pretty to kill before I get a chance to fuck you!”
I look around me, desperately trying to figure out what’s happening.
A man in a black hoodie, with his face covered is holding onto me. His skin is dark, but I can’t tell what nationality. He’s got loose sweatpants on and I can smell liquor on his breath.
With one strong grip, he’s holding my hand. The other one he reaches over and places on my ass, giving it a squeeze.
I feel like throwing up as a shudder of disgust goes through me.
The man doesn’t waste any time. There’s no joggers running by me to call out for help, and he starts dragging me toward the bushes.
“Like I said, don’t fucking scream, or this will end even worse than its going to, understand?” he asks.
I can’t move. I realize I should yell. I should kick him, but he’s too strong. And he’s dragging me at an insane angle.
I can’t believe this is happening to me.
But just because I don’t have a good vantage point now, don’t think I’m beaten, hun.
When a man tries to take advantage of a woman, remember what we’ve always been taught. Just bide your time, be patient, and when ready, kick them in the balls extra hard.
I just need to find my opening.
72
Lance
I don’t fucking know what came over me, but the moment I heard Jocelyn walking up the stairs I was already lacing my sneakers and putting on a shirt. I’ve already ran fives miles on the fucking treadmill before moving on to the weights, but I can’t fight against this fucking urge to go after her.
When my eyes found her, tight yoga pants and all… One fucking look, and that was all it took for me to become fucking hard. Fuck, could she be any more fucking irresistible? I almost dropped my fucking jaw to the floor when I saw her.
But she’s my fucking stepmom. I can’t do it.
Welcome to my fucking head the last few days. Looking at her tight fucking ass as she bends over and getting fucking hard. Then realizing who she is and hitting myself. Watching her tits jiggle. Then realizing she’s married to my Dad and I don’t want to fuck with that shit.
It sounded like a fucking good idea: get to the basement, work myself to fucking exhaustion, and hopefully I’d have a clearer head afterward. Yeah, not a fucking chance in hell. By now my mind is already busy weaving the most fucking indecent kind of thoughts it can; I can already picture my fingers tracing her perfect curves, my hands on her ass as I fucking pull her into me… Fucking hell, I’d give an eye and a fucking arm to have her on her knees, my cock halfway in her mouth as she looks up at me. Now that’d be a fucking sight. Of course, if that happened… That’d only be the fucking start of it all. What, do you think I’d be able to fucking stop once she had her lips wrapped tight around my shaft?
Out of control as I am right now, I know I should stay fucking put, but I just need to see her again. I’m not thinking straight, but to be honest, I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about that.
I hurry up the stairs, but she’s nowhere to be seen. She has a fucking head start, but I figure I can catch up with her easily. There’s a breeze as I step outside, and my skin prickles as I feel the fucking cold air of New York’s morning. Rubbing my hands together, I start jogging down the fucking street, heading straight to the Park.
There, a few morning souls are already running around the lake; I ease my pace, looking around for Jocelyn, but she seems to have fucking vanished. Fuck, I hope she didn’t decide to go somewhere else. Maybe she thought I’d follow after, and if that was the case, she fucking nailed it, and decided against coming this way.
I’m almost ready to turn the fuck around and head back home when I catch a glimpse of a woman running in the fucking distance, following a trail that sneaks its way among rows of imposing field maples. I squint my eyes, taking in the distant shape of the runner; it’s her, no fucking doubt about that. Even though I’m too far away to see her face, I’d recognize that sweet ass anywhere. Fuck, just one look at her and my cock is already fucking twitching.