EroticReverie

Aubrey

Darren spends the next day with my mother. When I wake up, they're already gone for the day. Doing a few wedding things together, things my mother invited me along to, but I couldn't stomach the idea of watching them plan the wedding together. I couldnt stomach trying on my bridesmaid dress, or stomach listening to Darren on the phone with his groomsmen discussing his bachelor party or other things. But seeing them together. It hurt more than I wanted to admit. 

Last night when Darren had came to my room....promising me he'd be fucking me how he wants from now on while inside of me. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for him to push me into feeling more than I wanted to. It wasn't fair for him to expect me to allow him to treat me like I was special, then turn around and sleep in my mothers bed, and continue with their wedding. I could handle the dirty sex, the depraved sex. I could handle it when it felt like I was being used ....but when it felt like he cared about me? I couldn't handle that. 

Yet, that's what tonight was going to be. Maybe I'd blow him off, stay at a friends place, or a guys place. But I know I won't because deep down, I want this. I want this night alone with him. I want him to lay me down like men do in romance movies, to kiss me softly, and go slow with me. Because he'd given me a taste of it, and it felt, so much better than when he gave it to me how I preferred. Rough was safer for me. Dirty was safer. Loving? Gentle? That was dangerous. I didn't want to love him, and I already did. Which was why I keep trying to get him to just give it to me the way that easiest. The way that makes him seem like he's no better than the other guys before him. 

I'm just sitting in the living room watching tv, late in the afternoon, when my phone chimes with a text. I pick it up. 

"Check under your bed." is all he types. 

"That's a bit scary." I type back as my brows furrow. Under my bed? 

"Just be a good girl, and go look under your bed." he types back and I sigh and carry myself upstairs on dragging feet. I lift up the bed skirt at the front of the bed and bend over, finding a black box with a red bow on it. I can't help the smile on my face as I reach under, pulling out the box. 

I put it on my bed, Snap a pic and send it. 

"Am I supposed to open it?" I type. "What is it?" 

"Yes. And open it and find out." he replies. 

I pull on the ribbon, lift off the lid and pull aside tissue paper. There's a dress inside, with a pair of heels and three smaller boxes.

"What is this?" I ask.

"Did you open it?" he asks. 

"Yes. There's a dress. and shoes. And three smaller boxes." 

"I want you to wear that tonight. Everything in the box. Be ready by five."  he types.

"For what?" I type back.

"We're going on a date Aubrey." he types and I swallow a knot in my throat.

"I never agreed to that." I type back. 

"I'll see you at six. Wear only what is in the box. Nothing more, nothing less." he types.

"There's no panties." I type back.

"Yes. I know what I put in the box Aubrey. No more. No less. When I fuck you tonight in that dress, I don't want a god damn thing getting in my way when I bend you over in it." he types and my breath catches. 

"I know you're scared. Don't be. I'll see you later Aubrey."

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I'm ready when he tells me to be, and he's twenty minutes late getting back from dropping my mother off at her friends for their little weekend spa vacation. It was a gift from her friends, and it wasnt my idea of fun to hang out with a bunch of older women, especially since one was my mother, and I just so happened to be having an affair with her soon to be husband. So I opted to stay home. To stay with Darren. 

"Go to your room. I want to change first. And I know if I see you in that dress, and those heels, I'm going to fuck you as soon as I get in the door." a text pings. 

I roll my eyes with a smirk. I don't listen to his orders. Instead, I go to their bedroom, I sit on the edge of his bed , leaning back on my hands, one leg over the other and wait. 

It was a simple black dress. Tight fitting, with a low cut sweetheart neckline. The straps we're small but not thin, the hemp flirted at mid thigh. the heels were plain black strappy heels. In the smaller three boxes?  A silver necklace, with a singular silver hoop , with small tiny diamonds in it, that fell in the hollow of my throat. I knew what it meant. It was a modern, more subtle "collar".  I wear the small tiny diamond earrings that were placed in the other small box. The third box hadn't been jewerly at all. Instead it was perfume. A new bottle of my favorite perfume. A soft and sweet vanilla, with a light musk scent. I'd sprayed it on my hair, and on my wrists, like I always do. It wasn't too strong, and it was Darren's favorite. The fact he'd noticed I was out, and hadn't been wearing it, and bought me a new bottle...it made my heart do all kinds of things that I didnt want to. 

I shouldnt be this excited to go on a date...with my soon to be step father....he's...not..mine. This isn't even real. But my heart beats so loudly as I hear him come up the stairs, that it drowns out all the logical thoughts that tell me to stop this. To stop screwing around with my mothers fiance. But I can't. I just can't. 

His door opens and he stops. My eyes on his, my hair up in a loose updo, that leaves my neck, shoulders and low back of the dress, bare. 

His jaw drops, then it clenches as his eyes rake over every fucking inch of me. 

"You said to wait in YOUR room, right?" I ask cocking my head, hiding my little smirk. 

You're an evil fucking girl." he says, as he pulls his shirt off and I swallow, uncrossing my legs slowly, and spreading them, his eyes taking the bait. As my legs spread , the dress climbs, and I bite my lip, knowing my pussy is on display and he groans, running a hand down his face.

"fuuuuck" he groans and walks over and drops to his knees and reach around , grabbing my hips and Darren brings his mouth, directly to my cunt. 

I gasp, and push my palms into the bed. 

"Darren" I moan. 

He groans, not saying a word, licking his tongue through my pussy lips and over my clit and back down, and inside of me, then back to my clit, licking, licking. 

"you look so fucking good baby" he groans and nibbles my clit and I hiss and then he sucks it and groans as I let out a cry. 

"Darren" I pant as his mouth works my clit and my hips roll into his face. 

I half expected him to yell at me for not listening,and expected him to put up more of a fight against me ruining his plans for our date night. 

"your pussy is so fucking good baby" he groans and sucks harder at my clit, then lets his tongue lash over it, then his hand move to my inner thighs and pushes them wider, dragging his hands towards my pussy, his thumbs sliding up my outer lips and parting them wider as he licks at my cunt, flicking his tongue at my aching center.

"daddy" I whine. 

"No. It's Darren." he growls. 

I whimper. 

"you want your pussy licked or not?" he looks up at me.

"Darren" I breathe his name.

"mmhmm, that's right, you say my fucking NAME tonight Aubrey." he says and licks my cunt, shoving his tongue into me, then dragging it out as I whine and writhe, his tongue moving back to my clit.

"fuck...yes" I exhale, my head going back , rolling from shoulder to shoulder as I moan louder and louder. My cunt was so fucking wet within a matter of seconds. All it took was hearing that car door shut for my pussy to put itself into fucking overdrive. 

"mmm, fuck" I moan, panting, lifting one hand, pushing my fingers through his hair. 

"oh fuck, that's so good, that's so good, don't stop" I beg as my breath catches and I get closer and closer to climax.

"daddy" I cry. without even meaning to, forgetting already the rule for the night that he just made up. 

He growls and pulls back. 

"wh..what are you....oh...no...no..i didnt mean to-" I shake my head as he licks his lip and pushes up. 

"dont stop!" I whine. 

"We'll try again after dinner." he says, fighting back a smirk when he sees the shocked look on my face. 

"Are you kidding?" I nearly shriek.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" he asks and walks over to the closet, drawing out a dress shirt and pants.

"It's habit! I didnt do it on purpose!" I argue.

He shrugs. "Guess you'll have to unlearn the habit then." 

"What? So I can never call you Daddy again?" I ask, my lips tightening.

"Maybe. We'll see." he says and my jaw drops. 

He walks over, undoing his belt and I lick my lips, he smirks shaking his head and leans down, placing his hands on either side of me on the bed, and brings his face to mine.

"I love being your Daddy, Aubrey. But until you let me be more than that....you don't get to call me Daddy." he says. 

"You're marrying my mother, how is it fair for you to expect me to let you be more? That's not fair!" I almost nearly cry. 

"Then what?" he asks, cocking his head. "You want me to call it off? You want me to tell her I'm in love with you?"

I shake my head.

"Tell me to. And I will. Tell me that if I leave her, I get to have you...REALLY fucking have you...tell me I get to make YOU my fuckin wife...and I'll call her right fuckin now and tell her it's over. Tell me you want me to be more than just the man that you use, so you can pretend he's one of the sick fucks that raped you" he half snarls. 

I wince, turning my head. 

"go on...tell me you want more than just my hard cock pounding you like they did...tell me you're gonna let me make love to you instead of fucking you like you're a piece of fucking meat" he growls. 

Tears prick my eyes and I shove my hands against his chest and then slap him across the face.

I suck in a breath, my hands clapping over my mouth as he just stares at me. 

"I..I'm sorry" I say behind my hands.

"Go wait for me downstairs Aubrey." he says and then pushes off the bed. 

"I'm sorry." I say, and then watch him drop his jeans and then pull on the dress pants.

"Darren , I'm sorry." I repeat.

"I said, go wait downstairs." he says and I stand slowly.

"You wouldn't call it off." I say and he turns, looking at me, his jaw clenched.

"I would." he says and I swallow and shake my head. 

"You wouldn't." I nearly whisper.

He sighs, shaking his head. "Whatever you need to tell yourself to believe that I havent been ready to call it off ever since that night Aubrey. Whatever makes it easier for you. You need me to lie to you? Fine. You want to be a fuck, and nothing more to me? Fine. 

He drops his dress pants back open, yanking down the zipper and nods down to his dick. 

"then get on your fucking knees, we'll cancel dinner, we'll cancel the date I had planned for us to show you exactly what I fucking want...and you can get on your fucking knees and suck your little fucking heart out baby...go on...drop to your fucking knees...and i'll never try to fucking treat you right ever again."