EroticReverie

Lucien

I smirk as I watch her stomp inside of the house, trying to slam the door in my face, I just grin, pushing in through the door and closing it behind me. 

I pride myself on the fuckin restraint I've had for years with Aurora now. Yes, I was a little fucked up to chase a newly orphaned sixteen year old girl through a old dark fucking mansion in the middle of the night, but I was a fucking bastard, and she was too fucking cute not to play with. 

All the money I had, life had become so god damn boring, anything you wanted, you could buy. So, I took to wanting things I couldnt fucking buy, and putting a fucking price tag on them. I got off on fear. Not the brutal cruel kind, I didnt like to fucking physically abuse women, but fuck ..I couldnt lie that a little mental scrambling here and there did tend to get my dick hard. So I'd paid women to take part in "the hunt" as I liked to call it. Turning them into my prey, although the stakes with them was always higher. They lost? I fucked them. The won, I'd double their pay. I never lost an extra fucking cent. I always won, always claimed my fucking prizes. 

But when I came home after my father passed away in the accident, I'd intended to sell the mansion, to hand over the girls inheritance to her early and be done with my past. I wasnt really estranged from my father, we just were never close. He took care of me, and that was that. Gave me his fucking fortunes to move across the country when I was eighteen and I never looked back, set for life. 

When I'd come to claim the rest of the fortune he'd left for me. I hadn't expected to see Aurora. I'd figured she'd already fucking moved out and in with an aunt or an uncle, but then I'd remember my father once telling me over the phone, his new wife had no family. I also hadnt expected her to be so fucking cute. A little morose Wednesday Addams looking thing. Her sad little fucking eyes made me shamefully fucking hard. The way they got a deeper when she cried about her mother and my father. 

Yes. It was sad. And truly, I was sad for her. But I didnt like the messy side of human emotions. I didn't fucking do tears, or even know how to handle people when they cried. So..I let my fucking cock enjoy the waterworks each time she cried. Wondering what she'd do if I ever licked her cute fucking cheek and tasted them.

So, instead of selling the house...instead of handing over her money early....I stayed. I stayed and sold the fucking condo I was living in, and left the fucking girl I was seeing in the dust. To take up residence in the gothic mansion I grew up in. To take up residence with a cute fucking black haired, green eyed, five foot four young woman that called to my darker side like nobody else ever had. 

I made sure she finished school, letting her know her graduating was a part of the will. That her inheritance would only be released at 21 if she graduated highschool and went straight to college. If she didn't, it would be held till she was 25. My fathers rules, not mine. But I cant say I didnt agree. 

I knew it was fucked up to play chase with a fucking sixteen year old girl, I also knew, stripping her of her panties at sixteen and using them to get myself off. Inhaling her fucking cunt and tasting them was a bit fucking frowned upon, even if I wasnt touching her. 

I couldnt stop myself and Aurora...fucking liked it. Her fucking little moan that first night I'd chased her and caught her, her excited breath.....that was what made me take her panties....and the proof was there....damp and telling...sweet and delicious and mine to take. 

We didnt talk about how I was the one to buy her replacement panties all the time. How new pairs of panties I wanted on her just showed up in her drawers. She ignored it like a good pet does, and wore them without questioning how they got there. Because she knew how they got there. 

I stay downstairs, listening to pipes as she turns the shower and I groan. I walk upstairs, taking my hoodie off, tossing it into my room and then walking to the bathroom. I always try to catch her, to fucking hear her get herself off after our little games. But not one fucking time have I been able to hear a sweet little moan, or breathy fucking gasp that would indicate Aurora was touching herself and tending to the mess she makes when I hunt her down during our games. 

Is she just impossibly quiet when masturbating or does she actually NOT touch her drenched fucking cunt when we're done? Cause I know damn well, everytime I win, I take those fucking panties to my fucking room and cum in them pretty much immediately. 

I reach my hand to the door, turning the knob, knowing that this is crossing a fucking line. I just need to SEE. I need to see her, to see if she's just real fucking quiet at getting herself off, or if she really is just showering. 

When I open the door, the mirror isnt steamed yet, and as I look at it. I see her in the shower, the glass is frosted so it's simply the outline of her body. Her hand in the air, pushing water through her hair, washing out the leaves and dirt. 

My cock pulses and I reach down, apparently I lied to myself, because I was not just taking a quick peek to see what she really does afterward. I was watching her. Watching her body as she turn to face the water pouring down, lifting her head as she just stands there with her head back, her perky little fucking b cup tits sitting there, barely able to make them out through the frost. But i can see the curve of them. The hint of a hard nipple pointing out from the curve and I sigh, taking my dick out and fisting. Pumping without shame as I watch her from the crack in the door in the fucking reflection of the mirror, through the frosted glass of the shower, like a god damn pathetic fucking creep. 

My mouth waters, still able to taste the little fucking prize i took from her thigh, wishing I had looked at her drenched little pussy in the dark. But I'd kept my eyes on her, the entire time, yet here I was now, violating her without her knowledge as I fucked my hand to the outline of her fucking body. The glass start to fog, and I can see less and less of her. 

Do I shut the fucking door and go to my room? No. I fucking push the door open further, sliding in, standing to the side and tucked around the small corner so she cant see my frame if she has her eyes open. I listen to the pop of a shampoo cap and watch her arms raise as she lathers it into her hair. My cock throbbing as the scent fills the bathroom. 

That god damn fucking apple scent. The same shampoo she's used for fucking years. I wanted to bury my fucking face in her hair constantly. It was another small little reward I took from her each time I caught her, grabbing her, snatching her to me , her back to my chest and inahling deepling before claiming her panties. 

She rinses her hair, another pop of a conditioner bottle as she continues to shower herself. 

I watch her hand reach to the wall for her little purple loofa and then smell the vanilla body wash she uses, my dick pounding in my fucking fist as I grip it tighter. 

I leave the fucking bathroom before I throw that shower door open and do something I've refrained from doing for a few fucking years now. 

Instead I go to her fuckin bedroom, lay on her fucking bed, grab a fucking pillow and smother my fucking face with it as I jerk myself off. Inhaling the scent of her shampoo that linger in the fabric, like a fucking mad man, my dick throbbing and I cum hard. all over my fucking stomach.