EroticReverie

Rosalie Raines

I park outside , get out, grab my overnight bag and look up at the mansion my uncle lives in. I've been here before obviously. But that was for family events. Not for secret sleepovers where my uncle cums inside my pussy. But, here I am. Ready to do just that. My parents are well off in terms of money, but Adrian Raines is filthy rich. Between his job, investments, stocks, and who the hell knows what else. He's smart, really smart. Though that might be debatable considering not only was he screwing his own niece, but had asked her to stay the night. 

The front door opens and he stands there. Still in his clothes from work. 

"What are you doing?" He asks. 

"Nothing." I say. 

"Do you need me to grab something?" he asks, stepping out a little, looking at my bag slung over my shoulder.

I shake my head. "No." I answer.

Several more beats pass and he rolls his eyes.

"Get inside the house Rosalie." he says and my feet that were frozen, move at his command. 

"Yep, coming" I say as I walk up the steps and up to him. 

"Give me your bag." He says and reaches out. 

"I got it, it's light." I say as I lean my shoulder back. 

"I didn't ask the weight of it. I said to give it to me." He says and snags it. 

"Okay boss." I say and he smirks slightly and turns and waves a hand towards the door. 

"After you Little Rosalie" he says and I give him a look. My nervousness about actually spending the night here, fades into the background of my mind as he calls me the nickname that I used to adore. I still do. But now, I do more than adore it. I crave it, and it does more than make my heart all warm and fuzzy. It makes my god damn pussy cry. 

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"Are your housekeepers here?" I ask after we're inside and he's set my bag near the foyer steps. 

"I gave them the night off."  He says. 

I just nod and look around like I've never been here before. 

"Listen, if this is making you nervous, you can always leave." He says and I stop looking around and look at him.

"Do you want me to leave?" I ask. 

"Do YOU want to leave?" He asks and take two slow steps towards me, his hand reaching out, lifting to the neckline of my dress. I'd changed before coming here, I was wearing a plain yellow sundress, the hem hitting my knee, but the top of it, fit tight to my body, short little fluttering sleeves and a square neckline that was tied in the middle by little strings. His finger traces over my neckline, his fingertip sliding over my cleavage and I shake my head.

"No." I answer as my nipples harden under my dress.

"Take this off then." He says. 

I blink. 

"Are you going to fuck me?" I ask, my voice soft as I lift my hands up and draw down the shoulders and expose my tits to him, shoving the dress down my torso as he watches me do his bidding. 

"Not yet." He says and I lick my lips as my dress drops to the floor. 

"Why am I taking my clothes off then?" I ask as I kick the dress to the side with the toe of my high heel. 

"Because I'm telling you to." he says and I swallow. Because yes, I did like him telling me what to do. I liked it a whole lot. I liked feeling owned by him, doing what he tells me to, him treating me like a plaything. My uncle was a fucking pervert, a dominant, hot, handsome fucking pervert, and I ate it up. 

"Take off your heels." He asks. 

"You don't like them?" I ask , already sliding my foot out of one. 

"I don't give a fuck about your choice of shoes Rosalie." He says and then reaches out, grabbing my nipple, pinching it hard and I hiss. my chest lifting and his jaw clenches as he keeps pulling. I sink my teeth into my lip with a whimper. 

"Get on your fucking knees." He growls, releasing my pained nipple and slapping my breast and I exhale with a curse and get on my damn knees, my eyes on him, my hands reaching for his pants. He slaps my hand away and I frown. 

"Did I tell you to take out my cock?" He asks, his hand sliding into my hair, gripping it hard and clenching it in his fist and I gasp, hissing as my scalp burns as he yanks my head back making me look directly up at him. I shake my head. 

"I want you to stay....on your fucking knees...till I give you permission to stand....do you understand?" He asks and I nod again.

"Good. Now come." he says and releases my hair and turns and walks away.

Oh shit. Fuck. I put my hands to the floor, and I crawl. I'm fucking crawling, naked in my uncles home. Jesus, the things people would say if they could see us right now. My pussy is fucking throbbing over being made to crawl on his pristine floors, my knees hitting the marble, hands slapping against it with each forward movement. He doesn't even watch me, doesn't even take visual pleasure in degrading me by making me crawl like a fucking animal through his house. And that, turns me on even more. Just like it does when he makes me suck him at his desk each morning while he works. 

He stops in the living area. I stop crawling and stay on hands and knees, watching as he removes his jacket. Finally turning to look at me. He grins slightly, barely. I lick my lip and watch him fold his jacket in half and set it over the side of the chair. 

He walks around it, and sits down. 

"Come take off my shoes." he says and I follow his order like an obedient slave , crawling to it's master. 

I kneel in front of him and take off his shoes, as he grabs his glass, an already poured beverage or some kind of alcohol. He lifts it, taking a sip as I set the second shoe to the side. 

"See this?" He says and presses a finger to the small side table beside his chair. I nod.

He grabs the edge and tips it back, the wooden table falling, thudding and making a loud noise as he pushes it over. I jump slightly ,but just look at him. 

He reaches down, and pushes it back and out of the way.

"Replace it." He says. 

I just blink. 

"Um.." I say and look around. "Okay.." I say and look to the other end table at the other chair.

"With that one?" I ask. 

"No." He says and looks at me. I chew my lip and look to the much wider coffee table sitting in front of the massive couch.

"well certainly not that one" I say. 

"I want YOU...to be the table Rosalie." he says and I look back at him. 

"Oh..ohhh" I say, as my brain registers what he actually wants. 

I crawl to the side of the chair  and he hums as I put myself on all fours beside his chair.

"Like this?" I ask, nearly breathless, because why on earth did this turn me on? I my ass was at the front of the chair to the side, my hands behind it to the side, my face to the wall instead of the room.

"Mhm, just like that." He says, reaching down, his hand coasting over my spine and I shiver and he reaches my ass and gently rubs each cheek. 

"Don't let it spill Rosalie." He says and then his hand is gone as I nod and I feel the good crystal bottom of the tumbler glass against my skin, near the small of my back and I take a short breath, afraid to breath into deep in fear of my back moving. 

"If it spills will-"

"Tables don't talk." He cuts me off and I snap my mouth shut. My pussy fucking dripping. 

I stay still, I stay quiet and I hear his zipper, his belt, the shuffling of his pants and then a long low groan. My head turning slightly, but I can't fucking see his lap, and if I move too much, I'lls pill the drink. 

I bite my lip,my toes curling as I listen to him spit into his hand and then his longer , louder groan. He was jerking himself off. Without me! I feel myself move a bit too much, and suck in a breath as I feel the glass wobble just slightly. But not enough to make it fall or spill. It was heavy enough and wide enough that it would fall off too easily. As long as I didnt bow my back, or arch downward to much, or move too quickly.

I gasp when I jerk, the feel of his hand on my ass startling me. 

"Adrian" I breathe as his hand slides between my ass cheeks, his fingertips playing at my wet entrance.

"You...are...an object....shut your mouth." He commands and I whimper with frustration and desperation. 

"oh fuck" I cry softly as he sinks a finger into me, toying with me. My hands push hard at the floor to keep steady, my knees wanting to fucking spread out more, my body urging me to fucking ride the fingers that sits just inside of me. Doing nothing. Other than soaking up my shamefully wet cunt. 

"Be quiet." He says as I whimper again. 

I bite my lips together so hard , Im sure the insides of my lips will bleed as he slides his finger out and slides two back in. A tiny noise muffled in my mouth, my lips parting as I let out a breath. 

"I can't...do this" I cry.

"Yes you fucking can. Shut up." He says and pumps his two fingers in and out of me slowly. 

My ass lifting slightly and he takes his fingers out and slaps my ass hard. I yelp and my body jumps involuntarily and the glass rolls off my back and shatters on the floor, and I gasp. 

"Don't fucking move." He growls and stands and then is grabbing me, gently easing me up off the floor, picking me up out of the glass and then walking across the room and setting me down. 

"I can clean it" I say panting, my thighs soaked.

"I know you can." He growls, walking out of the room.  "Stay there. Don't fucking move." 

I obey. My heart pounding as I watch him return with a dust pan and broom, and wet rag for the smaller pieces.

"I can do it." I say. "I should do it, I was a bad table." I say. The statement sounding so dumb. He stops and turns his head. 

"The worst actually." He says and then goes back to cleaning.

"Are you mad?" I ask when he's done cleaning up and takes it to the kitchen, then comes back into the room.

"Fucking furious." He says, even though he's not. He spins me and I let out a cry, cussing as I'm slammed against the floor to ceiling window overlooking the massive pool, and the gardens beyond it. My tits pressed hard against it, my hands to the glass. His hand pushing my cheek to the glass. 

I'm panting as he shoves his pants down and I claw at the glass as my cunt aches. He pulls off his shirt, tossing it, dropping his pants, kicking them off. 

"The only thing you're good at ...is getting fucked Little Rosalie" he growls, and lines up and my cunt fucking pulses and clenches around nothing as he teases me with the tip. I didn't think he actually believed that, if I did. I wouldnt fucking be here right now, willing to be talked to like this. Like a whore. But I liked playing his whore. I liked him being "mean" to me. 

"I'd never hire such a dumb little slut" he whispers as he hovers over my back and has his mouth by my ear and I whimper. 

"The only reason I gave you that job , is because I like fucking looking at you....the only thing you're good for is this pussy......this fucking ass in a nice tight little dress...and those tits in a nice top...all you're good for is the holes youve got Little Rosalie.....that's why I hired you....because I've been dreaming of making my brothers daughter my fucking whore for years." he groans. 

"Beg for it Little Rosalie...beg for your Uncles cock, you filthy little slut"