EroticReverie

Bane

"Oh god....gross" Valentina said lifting her hand to her face to block the view of the three girls on their knees in front of me as I stood in the middle of my room, smoking a joint.

She turned her head as she walked towards me waving mail in her hand. 

"Here" she said holding out her arm, looking away. 

It wasn't the first time she caught me with my pants down, dick deep in a random girls mouth or pussy. 

Valentina and I went to the same school, her and her parents worked for my parents, who were never fucking home by the way. Hence why I took it upon myself to often turn my house into a Harem for lucky girls at Jordan Bell High. 

"What my little Valentine, it's a free show, do you not want to watch?" I teased her. 

She was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and, converse and a long sleeved black t shirt, that did me a favor, the way it clung to the shape of her body, and around those tits she always kept covered up. 

"Don't call me that" she said huffing and then dropped the envelopes on the floor. 

"A lot of them are from colleges, you should really make sure you look at them" she said, as she made a disgusted face, hearing the slurp of the eager red head who didn't bother to stop sucking me off when Valentina came into the room. 

"Later babes" I said pushing the red head hot wet mouth off my cock, shoving myself back into my pants. 

Valentina was the only fucking girl in Jordan Bell High that didn't want to fuck or suck my cock that was heir to a billion dollar fortune. She wasn't impressed with my car, my atheltics, my fucking wit and charm, none of it. Her panties didn't fucking drop for anyone, which made me want to conquer her , pin her to the ground and nail her to it with my cock every fucking time I saw her. 

"Wait up" I said buckling my pants, my cock already yelling at me to go back to my room where three more than willing participants wanted the honor of saying they'd made Bane Banks cum.  I heard them complain as I left the room, shuffling their tops back on as I chased after my unattainable Valentine. She hated when I exchanged the a at the end of her name for an e, and called her MY Valentine. So i made sure to do it every chance I got, just to piss her off.

She didn't wait up, infact she held the banister as she walked down the right side of our main staircase. 

"Go back to your room Bane" she said with an annoyance in her voice. 

"Who are you my mother?" I said, picking up my pace as I followed after her, my dick still angrily twitching in my pants, wondering what he'd done to deserve being teased by three mouths, only to chase after a sassy one that had no interest in benefiting our situation. I grabbed my dick, adjusting it in my pants as I followed her into the kitchen. 

Valentina's parents lived on our property, she lived with them in the house out back. It was just her now with them, now that her brother had gone off to college out of town. He still came back almost every weekend. 

"You want me to call you Mommy , is that it? Is that why you like telling me what to do?" I raised a flirtatious brow and licked my lips at her, which she made a disgusted face to. 

"You're disgusting." She said and looked back down at the pile of mail, sorting the others into piles. 

"Well, I'd have to shoot you down anyways" I shrugged, shoving my hands into my pockets, leaning up against the counter beside her. 

"While I'm into the whole dom sub thing. You'd be the one submitting to me....so. You'd be calling me Daddy" I said. 

Valentina slammed her hands down on the counter and glared at me. 

"What the hell is wrong with you? Those girls up there actually fall for this shit?" she said raising her chin, gesturing to the girls I could hear clacking their 5 inch heels down the marble staircase. 

"They all fall for it...." I scrunched my face and cocked it to the side as if she were a puzzle I was trying to figure out. "Except for you my little Valentine" 

She rolled her eyes. "nine more months, nine more months" she chanted under her breath. 

Valentina and her parents only started working for us last year, and I've been chasing her fucking tail since day numero uno. She's counting down the days until she can fuck off to an East coast college. "As far away from you as I can get" she told me when I tried to ask her where she'd be going for college. Probably some artsy fartsy school, where they ate granola and bird seed.  Valentina was getting a scholarship for her art. She made lots of weird fucking sculptures from all sorts of shit. Won a shit ton of awards too. I thought they were ugly as fuck, but she informed me it'd take having half a brain to understand art. Always sassy. 

"nine more months till what?" I asked, knowing damn well that was when it was the end of summer, when she'd be going away , getting away, from me. 

"Nine months till you cave and let me show you the world on my magic carpet over there by the fire place?" I nodded to the great room, with the chandelier and the $18,000 dollar carpet i'd dropped a joint on last weekend and burned a hole in during one of my parties.  It was brand fucking new, and my mother would be fucking pissed. If she ever came home to notice it. 

"Why do you insist on being so...." she paused looking at me and looking for a word, looking me up and down, judging me. "So...you" she said finally. I smirked. She sneered and carried the stack of envelopes , putting them in their respective drawers, in the table at the entrance hall, where she stored the mail for my mother and father for whenever they came back.

"Because baby, you'll admit you want it one day" I said giving her a sly wink as she looked up at me. 

She made a fake regurgitating noise and held her stomach. 

"I might be sick." she said. 

I threw my head back and laughed. I followed her to the kitchen again where she started to wipe the counters down, she was getting ready to prepare dinner. 

I pulled up one of the stools on the opposite side and watched her. I could tell I was making her angrier by the second just sitting there watching her. 

"What are you making Daddy for dinner?" I rubbed my stomach and leaned back slightly. 

She gave me a look of disgust and shook her head. 

"Nothing." she says slapping the sponge down on the counter. "I've decided to let you starve." 

I gave her a little pout. "If you don't feel like cooking, I could always just eat what's between your legs" I grinned. 

"Your inability to seduce a female properly, is quite tiring and pathetic." she said. Both her hands on the counter.

"What do you know about seduction?" I asked her raising a brow. 

She gave a little laugh. She leaned forward over the counter on her elbows, clasping her hands together. 

"You looking for pointers?" she asked. 

"If they'll get me in your pants...yea" I said leaning over the counter as well. 

"You'll never get into my pants Bane..." she whispered. "Like...ever" she bit her lip. 

She did this sometimes, fucking toyed with me, punishing me for the way I talked to her, a dirty little flirt she was. My dick strained in my pants still. 

"Are you sure?" I whispered back. "Because i'm still really fucking hard, and I'd love to let you get my dick wet" I grinned. 

She scrunched her nose is disgust. 

"Pass" she said. 

"You don't know what you're missing babe" I said. 

"I've seen it Bane.." she says, reminding me of the many times she's found me with other girls. "And ..." she shrugs. "Doesn't look like I'm missing much" she said with a satisfied smile as she turned. 

Fucking. Ouch. Little Valentine was going for the jugular today. 

I sigh. I look down at my pants. "It's okay....she didn't mean it" I say as if consoling a child. 

I hear a little laugh come from her as she opens the fridge. I watch her bend over, and open one of the bottom drawers. I lean again over the counter taking a better look at her ass, but seconds later she's standing back up. 

She flops the bag of tortillas on the counter along with some lettuce onion and tomatoes.

She walks over to the pantry and I shake my head at the way she walks. It's not with a lot of hip, like most girls at school, who do anything to draw attention to themselves. But they move slightly , and I love watching her ass cheeks move, one up, one down, one up, one down. I adjust myself again. 

She comes back out with a container of rice, beans, and a jar of chiles. 

"Burritos?" I ask, taking a guess as to what she's preparing for us tonight. By us, I mean me, and her. Usually she'll also cook for any friends that are over of mine, or my parents whenever they are home. 

Her parents always cook in their house out back. She used to cook for me, then go eat dinner with them. Just this year, I started telling her she could just cook extra, and eat with me . It took a month before she finally agreed. It's one of the very few friendly things we do together. Even if she can't stand me most of the time. 

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Valentina

"Yes" I answer him. "Burritos" I say pulling ground beef out of the other fridge. Who needs three fridges and Two freezers? Bane Banks and his family of....well....one apparently, since his asshole parents are never here.  I realized earlier this year, his invitation to eat dinner with him, maybe was the only thing he did that wasn't actually him trying to get into my pants. But because he was lonely. But would never admit it. I felt sorry for him, but the feeling usually passed quite quickly because it was never more than a few minutes before he said something perverted. 

I would never touch Bane, or let him touch me for that matter. I didn't find it appealing to let myself be added to whatever score sheet him and his buddies kept. It didn't matter he had perfect tousled dark hair, and brown eyes that turned gold in the fucking sun. It didn't matter that I could wash my clothes on his stomach, with his fucking six pack. It didn't matter the way his short sleeves shirts clung to his stupid fucking biceps, or the way those biceps grew and flexed when he sometimes moved. It didn't matter than he was indeed the most drool worthy, panty dropping specimen at Jordan Bell High. Nope nope. I would never let myself be that stupid. Looking when he wasn't aware didn't hurt. But I'd never let him know the effect he sometimes had on my stupid pulse. 

"Uhhhh Little Valentine?" he said, knocking on the counter. 

I cringed at the name. Not because I actually hated it, because I secretly loved his nickname for me. It was cute, and it was non vulgar, something he never was. 

I looked up from the cutting board I was arranging the lettuce and tomato on. 

"Hmm?" I asked looking up.

"Did you want me to do anything?" he asked. 

"Oh.." I said, then shrugged, embarrassed by my zone out. "Umm...you can get the water ready for the rice?" I asked. 

He nodded and stood up off his stool and came around.  Bane didn't know how to do anything in the kitchen until I started teaching him. He didn't even know where to find the things he needed to make himself anything, without searching for 10 minutes first.  So I slowly started asking him to help with little things, teaching him without him asking me to. Teaching him because I felt bad the poor kid would starve if me and momma were ever to actually disappear into thin air.

"Hey! It's tuesday!" he said making me jump. 

I laughed. "What?" I asked turning back to the cutting board, grabbing a knife, starting to cut the lettuce. 

"Taco Tuesday!" He said with a laugh. I turned to look at him, he was smiling and shaking his head at the pan. I chuckled to myself.

Sometimes he did shit, or said shit that was actually charming. It was always when he wasn't trying. 

"Tacoooo Tuessssdayyyyy" he said to himself and nodded his head. 

Oh, what a cute little idiot. I thought to myself and shook my head. I giggled as he shook his ass a little and pointed one hand in a gun shape to the pan. 

"Taco" he said pointing at it. 

"Tuesday" he said then pointing the other finger. Clicking his thumbs as he chanted. 

I couldn't stifle the giggle that came from me watching him. He turned, his fingers frozen in the air. 

"You're a nerd" I said. 

"Does it turn you on?" he raised a brow, cocking his head and pointing his finger guns at me. 

"Hmmmmm..." I said scrunching my nose. "Nope" I said matter of factly, and turned back to the cutting board.   Fucking, yeah it does. But that's nothing you'll ever hear me admit I thought to myself. 

"Dang" he said. I laughed a little to myself as I started to dice the tomato.