Restitution

Tiffany slumped to the floor, bawling in the fetal position at causing the **** of her mother.

Jimmy reached down to a cabinet door below the counter pulling it open. The edge of the door clipped Tiffany on the back of the head with a thunk but he didn’t care. Reaching inside he removed a dusty bottle of brandy.

Straightening up he got a glass from the cabinet above the counter before walking to the freezer and getting 2 large ice cubes.

Sitting back in his chair he poured the 8 oz glass half full, drained it in a single swallow and filled it to half again. The familiar burn in his throat, like an old friend.

“your mother gave me this bottle, same day I decided to switch to wine actually.” He let out a humorless chuckle before he continued, “I told her I would keep it and use it to celebrate something special…” he drained his second glass refilling it immediately.

“Instead… I find myself drinking it well I try to decide how to punish you for ruining every damned good thing in my life.” He sipped his drink this time already feeling the blissful numbness returning. A little liquid courage to help with what came next.

His words seemed to slip Tiffany’s defenses slightly, getting her attention. “decide how to punish me? Why would that be up to you? I have to go to, like, court or something.” She sounded indignant at the very thought.

“they already had the trial” said Jimmy , a smile creasing the corner of his mouth as he committed. “you were found guilty and it was decided I would be in charge of sentencing you.” Tiffany blanched. Without the make-up she was pale but now she was ghost white.

“why?....” Tiffany was on the verge of a full blown panic attack.

“We are the only two important people in her life. The only two people truly effected by her ****, and since you surrendered any claim to that when you killed her I am the only one legally considered effected. They gave me the option. You could go to jail or you could be given to me in restitution for your horrible crimes.” Jimmy savored another sip of brandy as he watched Tiffany grapple with what she was hearing.

Because of her head trauma she was no longer equipped to untangle the knot of gibberish he just handed her.

“I would rather go to jail…” Tiffany said in a tiny pathetic voice from the floor.

“And I don’t give a fuck what you want” replied Jimmy. “you took everything from me and I will make you suffer for it. I want to make sure you understand, I don’t need to do this, no one is forcing me, I WANT to watch you suffer. And if I play my cards right you will never forget it. Everything I do to you is because of something you CHOSE to do to me.”

“For starters, im going to need you to take over all of your mothers duties that she can no longer do, because of you, cook all the meals, clean the entire house, keep me satisfied sexually…”

“WHAT??” she cried, “se…..sex?” she stammered “I have to have sex with you?” Jimmy was a little offended at just how disgusted she sounded. He wasn’t brad pitt but he wasn’t that bad looking.

“of course. Your mother was the best sex I’ve ever had and she was always, and I mean ALWAYS ready and happy to do whatever it took to keep me satisfied. She wore things I thought were sexy and worked with any kink I wanted.” Jimmy told her, lying through his teeth about his super vanilla sex life. "And you took it all away." He added

“you wanted to see her in ordinary business suits?” Tiffany asked confused, her mother had never worn anything particularly scandalous or revealing.

“yup” said jimmy, with a hand wave. That wouldn’t look right on you though, we will go to your closet in a minute and find something that makes you look like a proper little whore” he saw the shiver run through her spine at his words and his cock strained at his pants, he may need to accept the fact he isn’t as good a person as he thought he was.

“for now though, go put on your make-up, and do a good job of it, like you were going out to one of those dance clubs to get some dick, I can barely look at your ugly ass the way you look right now.” When Tiffany didn’t move after a few seconds her clapped his hands together are screamed “NOW!” she leapt to her feet and ran to her bedroom, he enjoyed how her ass bounced with each step.