Bella Rose …one week later.
I don’t stop drinking his whiskey. If he knows he doesn’t say anything. He’s barely spoken to me since the day in his room of sexy toys and benches. There was no question about the tension that had been there. He’d admitted he wanted to touch me. And that knowledge made me feel good. I liked that fact he wanted to touch me. Just like I’d liked the way Nash had wanted to. Except Nash HAD touched me. Expect I had even known it. And THAT knowledge was torn between making me angry that Nash would violate me , and the other half of me was turned on that he had. Even if it was just for a second. Nash had put his hand on my body and skimmed his thumb over my breast, caressed me through my top while I slept.
The night that Vaughn had admitted to wanting to touch me. I watched a woman enter the house later in the night. A tall blonde. Vaughn disappeared with her all night. Probably inside of his pervert dungeon room.
My ears tried to listen from the other side of the mansion but there was no way I was going to hear him with her.
The next night was the same. Except a different woman. A short redhead.
The night after that. Two women. One brunette. One with black hair.
I wasn’t much for porn. But my curiosity had spiked after seeing his sex room and knowing that he utilized it frequently. So I’d done some research and found myself going down a bondage rabbit hole. Some of it seemed like something that I could enjoy at some point and some of it just seemed downright painful and made me wonder how the women got any enjoyment out of it.
I pictured Vaughn doing those things to women. Pictured him doing them to me.
I’ve kept to my room all week mostly , avoiding another encounter with him even though I was curious to how he’d be after having his hand around my throat and admitting he wanted to touch me. And in keeping to my room, I’ve also masturbated more times in the past week thinking about Vaughn and his hand on my throat. Thinking about all the things he could teach me in that room. I sometimes also thought of Nash. That video clip of him in the library. His hand on my chest. It was just one touch , not innocent at all, but I can’t lie , that I wish he’d done more.
I lay on my bed going for another orgasm , legs spread and my fingers rubbing my clit as I imagine Nash and Vaughn both touching me. Connor too. I moan freely as I writhe against the best chasing the feeling of the edge , loving how good it feels right before my climax
The wanting and the build up even better than the finish line. Another orgasm wrecks me as I cum picturing Vaughn’s fingers instead of my own between my legs. Crying as I cum.
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Vaughn Vitale
I watch her everyday. Every night. Every beautiful clip of her touching that cunt in her bed saved to my new folder in my phone.
Sometimes she does it under the covers and sometimes through her clothes. Sometimes with her clothes on and her hand touching her body beneath them. And sometimes , the best times, she lays that naked body on the bed and spreads those legs and I’ve got the best view of her hand working that horny little clit of hers. Rubbing herself into orgasm.
I’m watching her now as she lays there naked and cumming. Fucking stunning.
I watch as she lays there’s going limp and legs quivering as she breathes hard, recovering from her orgasm.
“Horny little girl” I whisper to myself and let my cock throb beneath my pants as I sit in my office. Just watching her as she lays there and rolls over onto her stomach and grabs her phone.
I smirk as she pulls up a porn site. I can’t see the screen unless I zoom in. But I already know what she’s watching. More bondage porn. She’s watched it everyday since seeing my room and I wonder if I’ve helped her develop a new kink. A virgin with a bondage kink, as girl who’s never even been kissed , wishing to be tied in rope and forced to orgasm till she cries.
I zoom in on her ass as it lifts , her hand sliding under her and she plays with herself. I watch two finger tuck themselves into her wet pussy and watch my god daughter finger herself as she squirms on the bed. I own the camera up and down the length of her as it’s zoomed in.
How angry would she be if she knew I’ve watched her like this since she got here? I suppose it’s a bit hypocritical to watch her without her consent. But she’s in my house. She’s my god daughter. She’s mine to fucking watch if I so please.
Her moans carry through the audio and she doesn’t bother being quiet. Probably assuming that there’s no need to be quiet when myself and Connor are on the other side of the mansion. She’d be right, except for the fact the cameras audio lets me hear every sweet sound she makes. Even picking up the drenched sound of her cunt as she finger fucks herself.
I’d never watch porn again when I had video of her like this.
“Beautiful virgin slut. Fuck your cunt for me like a good girl Bella.” I groan quietly as I watch her fingers move faster and her hips lift and fall as she rides her fingers and pumps them in and out of her pussy.
She moans my name and I groan. She moans Nash’s next. Moans for Connor too. The fact she’s a virgin imagining three men taking her, turns me in beyond words.
I wasn’t opposed to sharing. I’ve never shared with Nash or Connor. Well, not at the same time. But they’ve had some of the same women that I’ve had. But if little Bella Rose wanted Nash And Connor. She’d have to give herself to me first. Clearly Nash molesting her in her sleep didn’t bother her if she was moaning his name daily while touching herself. Maybe I’d let him return sooner. But only after I’ve had her. Because filling my needs with women wasn’t fucking working anymore. Not when my cock wanted the sexy little brat that was currently cumming loudly on her hand for a third time.
I let my cock ache for her as I close the app and let her have her have her privacy now as I sit there wondering how long I can resist her for. Two months. Two months she’ll be eighteen.
But I know I won’t last that long. I’ve got a few more days in me at best.