EroticReverie

Vivian

Its been three days since my bar and backseat meet up with the detective. And each day hes texted me trying to get me to meet up again.

The man was hooked. And I just laughed at his texts. Ignoring them. Not because fucking him was hot and amazing. But because fucking him was playing with fire. No dick was worth risking my brothers finding out I was fucking a detective. And while my father wasn’t a part of the shady family shit that went on. He certainly wouldn’t be too happy if I’d “betrayed” our family by screwing around with a “pig”.

I was better of ignoring him. And so was he. I was pretty sure my brothers wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of him. Regardless of the fact he was a detective. They’d find some way to take care of it. To send him a clear and painful message. And then I’d probably be shunned by everyone in the family.

—

My brothers are there when I finally get dressed and go downstairs. Talking to my father in the living room.

“Morning daddy” I say walking over as they all go quiet when I walk into the room. That was normal. They never talked “business” around me. And I was fine with that cause I didn’t want to know a single thing.

“What did you say to the detectives the other night Viv?” My brother Victor asks as I place a kiss on my fathers cheek.

“What? Nothing.” I say as panic starts to set in.

“The Hawthorne guy says you weren’t fond of your own fucking brothers” he says.

I roll my eyes. “Because I’m not” I say and go to walk away and my father grabs hold of my arm. I spin and look down at his grip on me.

“Daddy?” I ask.

“Sit Vivian” he says and releases my arm.

I sigh and take a seat in one of the plush chairs by myself as my brothers each sit on the long couch. My father across from me in a separate chair.

“Tell us everything that you said” my other brother Vince says with an angry scowl on his face.

“I didn’t say anything. They told me about some guy being murdered at the hotel. It was obvious they thought you two were involved.” I say with a sigh as I study my nails.

“Then they asked if you were there , and if..”

“What did you tell them?” Victor interrupts.

My brows pinch. “About you being there?”

“Yes” he says.

“That you weren’t.” I say. “Because you weren’t.”

My brothers look at each other and then nod.

“Were you?” I ask.

They ignore my question.

“What else did they ask?” my father speaks up.

I look to my dad and then to my brothers. Choosing not to ask again if they were there because it seems that maybe they had been. But I don’t remember seeing them at all.

“Asked if I knew where they were. I said no. Then they just asked me about my time at the hotel. At the party. What time I got there. Names of people I knew who were there so they could call them in for questioning” I say.

“And you didn’t give them any names?” Vince asks.

“Uh. Yeah I did” I say.

“What the….why the fuck would you do that ?!” Vinces voice shakes the walls and I flinch back into my seat.

I look around the room.

“Because they wouldn’t believe I didn’t know a single person there! Why would I not tell them? Why would hide anything and make myself look guilty for something I didn’t do?!” I yell.

“God damnit Viv!!” Vince yells and I cower in my seat.

I wasn’t afraid of much. But I was afraid of them. Of my brothers.

“What?!” I almost cry.

“Fuck” Vince stands and throws a crystal tumbler with liquor in it at the wall and I yelp as it crashes and pieces of it go flying.

“VINCENT” my father yells

“You dumb fucking bitch” Vincent turns and glares at me.

“VINCENT! You will NOT talk to her that way!” My fathers voice yells and Vince rubs his hands over his face.

“W-what was I supposed to do?!” I cry. The tears coming. “Why would I think you had anything to do with it ?! You weren’t even there!”

“We WERE there Vivian!!!!” Victor is yelling now and I shake my head.

“I. I didn’t see you” I tremble. My lower lip quivering. “You weren’t there!”

“Maybe you didn’t see us because you were too fucking drunk and parading around like a dumb s-“

“VICTOR! VINCE! ENOUGH!” My father yells.

“Now they’ll have more fucking people to question. No wonder they haven’t fucking called us in again. Because they’re too busy getting stories that don’t fucking match the ones we gave them!” Vince yells.

“W-why were you even there?” I ask and they look at me.

“S-so what if you were there it doesn’t mean you killed that guy. You’re innocent so-“

“Just shut the fuck up Viv” Victor says.

“VICTOR!” My father yells and I just cry. Swiping my tears.

“I’m sorry okay?! How the hell was I supposed to know?! “ I cry and stand.

“Fuck you guys” I say to my brothers.

“You’re fucking assholes!” I yell.

“Vivian” my father says as I walk out.

“Leave me alone! I hate this fucking family!” I scream and rub to my room and grab my phone. My purse and put on sneakers.

I leave the house with a slam of the door getting in my car and peeling out of the driveway kicking up the gravel and dust as I fly towards the gate.

My phone blows up with calls from my father before I’m even out of the neighborhood.

I drive around , hurt and angry and confused. Did they do it? Did they kill a guy? Did I lie to Brooks and his partner without even knowing I did? I mean. I didn’t lie. But if they they found my brothers were there. They would think that I did. Fuck. They did it. They killed a man. Why would they be so pissed if they hadn’t done it?

I pull into a parking lot. I pull out my phone.

“I need to see you” I type.

“Where are you ?” I ask.

I wasn’t going to say shit to Bennett but I WAS going to use him to fuck his brains out to secretly spite my asshole brothers. Was it a good plan? Fucking no. It wasn’t.

My phone dings and I look down.

“At work.” He says.

“Can you leave?” I ask.

“No. I can’t. Meet me when I get out. Marchecks?” He replies.

“No. Now. I need to see you now.” I type.

“Why? What’s going on?” He replies.

“Nothing. I just need to fuck you” I reply.

“Why didn’t you answer my other texts?” He asks.

“Because I didn’t want to.” I reply.

“Well maybe I don’t want to see you.” He says

“I’m coming there” I say.

“No you’re not.” He says.

“Either tell me somewhere to meet you or I’ll come there and fuck you right in front of anyone whos there” I falsely threaten.

“Yeah. That’s bull shit.” He says.

“Please Brooks. I’m begging.” I say and cringe at the words.

“???? Since when do you beg?” He asks.

“Since now. Please.” I type.

“Give me an hour. Meet me at Barley Ave and Hocks St at the little coffee shop there.” He says.

“No. Someone might see us there. “ I type and close out my texts. And pull open google on my phone and search for a hotel.

“The Fawn Resort” I type. “Get is a room. Text me the room. Number.” I say.

“No way. That place is an hour away and expensive as fuck” he says.

“Shut up and do it. I’ll pay you back” I type.

I wait.

“Fine.”

“Leave now” I say.

“I can’t Vivian” he says.

“Brooks. Now.” I say.

“You’re a pain in the dick”he replies and I half laugh.

“See you there Brooks” I say and then make my way to the hotel.

—

It’s an hour and ten minute drive. And it’s another half an hour before Brooks gets there.

I see his suv pull into the lot and park and watch him from my car as he gets out.

I see him look around the lot and then adjust his suit jacket and close the door to his suv and then walk into the hotel.

Ten minutes later I get a text.

“Room 803” he texts.

“On my way up.” I reply.

I look down at my clothes. I hadn’t even changed before leaving the house. I was wearing designer skinny jeans and a long sleeved Hunter green cashmere sweater with fucking sneakers.

“Whatever” I say as I get out and walk into the hotel , to the elevator and then into the hall of the right floor and knock on the door.

The door opens and his light blue eyes dance over my face before looking down.

“No slutty little dress for me Vaughn?” He asks and I roll my eyes and push past him and into the room.

He laughs and closes the door and locks it and I walk in and pull off my sweater and toss it and turn around as I unbuttons my jeans.

His brows lifts as kick off my sneakers and pull of my socks and then peel off my jeans.

“This slutty enough?” I ask standing in matching bra and panty. A black lace thong and bra.

“Yup” he says and walks over to me and his hands come to my face and he leans down to kiss me.

“Fuck off with that shit Bennett” I say and push his hands from my face and then grab his belt and work it undone and tug at it angrily and the yank down his zipper.

“What’s going on with you?” He asks.

I look up at him.

“Nothing. I’m trying to fuck you” I say and he grabs my hands and I pull them from him.

“What’s going on Vivian?” He asks.

I laugh. “Nothing. Other than the fact you’re being your own cock block right now”

“You’re angry” he says.

“You’re observant” I say and cross my arms.

He shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Why are you angry? Something happen?” He asks.

“Are we going to talk about my morning or are you going to fuck me? Cause if we’re gonna chit chat I’ll just get dressed and go home” I say as I go to reach for my jeans and he grabs me and I gasp as he yanks me into him and wraps an arm around my lower back.

“You’re not going anywhere” he says and my breath shakes as I look up at him. I swallow as he looks down at me. Did he know? Did he know my brothers WERE there that night? Did he think I lied to him ?

“Bend over the fucking bed Vivian” he says and releases me and pushes me toward the bed making me fall over it and I bite my lip as I bend to the bed , my ass out as he comes up behind it.

“You ignore my texts ever again. This will be the last time you get fucked by my cock. Do you understand?” He asks and his voice is low and angry and I nod.

“Yes” I answer him.

“I don’t pay to fuck pussy. You WILL pay me back.” He says. I nod.

“And you’re going to be good for me Vivian. You’re going to listen. And not talk back. You’re going to be a submissive little whore for me today do I make myself clear?” He asks as he grabs the straps of my panties at my hips as I nod.

“Yes detective Bennett” I answer him and he groans.

“Good girl” he says and I let out a little moan at the simple act of him sliding my panties down my legs and then sliding his hands back up my legs.

“I’m going to fuck your little pussy till you cry” he says.

“Yes” I breathe.

“This god damn pussy needs to be fucked by my cock. And often Vivian” he says.

“Not just today. But everyday. I want this pussy. Do you hear me?” He asks and I nod.

“Yes” I answer.

“Spread your fuckin legs”