EroticReverie

Silas …one month later …

“I’m bored.” Roselyn whines as she walks into my office. 

“Then find something to entertain yourself.” I say and she huffs and rolls her eyes. I don’t have to look at her to know she’s doing it. I can practically hear them each time they roll back. She hasn’t not broken the habit , at least when she knows I’m not looking. 

“I can’t. That’s why I’m bored Silas.” She says and walks into my office and plops herself onto the leather sofa at the side of the room. 

My eyes lift from the files I’ve got laid out on my desk and go to her legs. The way she has them draped over the arm of the couch. Wearing a plain black dress , with tiny little straps and a form fitting top. The bottom of it slips up her thighs from the angle  she’s at and my cock wakes up the second I’m given a glimpse of those slender thighs. 

“Well if you could nope elsewhere about it, I’d greatly appreciate it.” I say. Ripping my eyes from her and thinking about the smell of a sewage and my grandmother naked in order to offset the effect her body continues to have on me. I did not want to sexualize her. Yet my cock doesn’t listen. Does it fucking ever? 

This past month I’ve been watching her , wondering if I made a mistake in bringing her here. Because I couldn’t stop looking at her, wanting her. But what kind of fucking asshole would I be to save a girl from a pervert , never talk to her for thirteen years, until I bring her home with me, and to what? Fuck her? That wasn’t my intention. Yet that’s where I was. Daydreaming about fucking Roselyn and daydreaming about her pussy that I’d seen that night on that stage. 

I hadn’t lied to her when I told her I didn’t see the five year old girl anymore. I hadn’t for a long time. Because she was so resilient and April raised her to be as strong as I knew she could be. I didn’t look at her and see that girl I save at all.  I looked at her and saw a woman, a woman I very much wanted in my bed , ontop of me, riding me through the night while letting me fuck her womb full of cum. I grip my fucking pen as I curse myself for the non stop imaginings that run through my fucking head. I was supposed to take care of her. Not fucking want to breed her. Jesus. 

“Can I go shopping?” She asks. 

“For what?” I ask. 

She sits up. Crosses her legs and leans back on the couch. 

“I don’t know Silas. I’m just bored.” She sighs. 

I set down my pen and look at her. 

“Lance can go with you.” I say and she groans. 

“I don’t need a bodyguard.” She huffs. 

“Here I thought you were friends. He’ll be very hurt to hear you think of him as just a bodyguard.” I say and she groans. 

“Don’t tell him that!” She says with a huff and fight a smile.  I trusted Lance with her because he was a married man. A gay, married man. I didn’t have to worry about him with her. Even though I trusted all of my men, I didn’t trust them enough with HER. 

“Can’t I just go alone?” She whines. 

“No.” I answer plainly and she growls. 

“Youre being ridiculous.” She huffs. 

“I never had bodyguards when I was with April.” She argues and I smirk and look at her. Raising my brows. 

“You truly believe that?” I ask and she parts those soft pouty lips and stares at me. 

“Like I’ve said plenty of times before. I was always watching you Roselyn” I say and she drops her jaw. 

“You had someone following me? Spying on me?” She asks with a huff. 

“Protecting you. Yes.” I say and she rolls her eyes and I growl. She rolls them again. 

“Get over it” she huffs and stands and turns. Her dress twirling to give me a flash of her black panty covered ass as she storms out of the office and I close my eyes as the door slams shut and I hear her muttered “asshole” as she storms down the hall. 

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A few hours later when it’s time for lunch I decide to get her out of the house. Instead of having the chef prepare something I decide to “unbore” her for a bit and take her to lunch. 

As I walk down the hall to her room which is on the other side of the estate, when I bring my fist to her door to knock. I stop right before my knuckles hit , a soft whimper coming from behind the doors. My brows pinching. I go to reach for the door knob afraid she’s in pain , but as soon as my hand hits the knob I hear more than just the whimper , but a soft buzzing sound and a moan. 

I inhale as my cock responds to the obvious sounds of a woman’s pleasure. I draw my hand back and turn to walk away and then hear her moan louder. Walk the fuck away. Give her privacy. She’s not your entertainment. You’re not a fucking creep. 

But my body turns back and my ear is pressed to the door and my cocks throbs as I listen to the buzzing sound, listen to her stifled moans and close my eyes. Was she naked? Or was she in that fucking dress , legs spread and panties pulled to the side with her toy between her legs? 

Were her panties on the floor? How wet was she? How close was she? 

That answer comes seconds later as I hear a tiny cry and whimper and a barely there soft breath and the buzzing comes to a stop several seconds later. 

I keep my ear to the door. 

The buzzing starts again and I grit my teeth as I hear a soft hum of her voice and my hand goes to my cock. She was going again. 

I unbuckle my pants slowly. Unzipping them and reach into my pants and grip my cock , taking it out and stroking as I listen to her get off again. She’s louder this time. Cursing , and moaning and I swear I can hear the wet noise of her pussy being penetrated , I listening to the buzzing and the sound of her cursing. 

My hands strokes faster. Faster. My grip harder and my teeth grinding together as I close my eyes with my ear pressed to the door. 

“Fuck me” she moans. I grip my dick harder. 

“Fuck me Silas” she cries and I feel my cum rocket out of me.  My eyes wide as I jerk my head back. My cum splashing over the outside of her door and I don’t stop. I jerk mysef off till every drop falls onto the wood and wonder if I only heard what I wanted to or if she actually said my name. 

A cry comes from behind the door and quickly tuck myself away into my pants and curse as I wipe my fucking cum off the door with my hand and on my pants, and as I turn to leave…I stop and look at Lance. His brows raised and I grit my teeth. Caught in the fucking act. Like a fucking creep. 

I slide my belt into the loop and walk toward him. 

“Not a fucking word.” I glower at him and he raises his hands as if surrendering. 

“It,..I’ve never…I wasn’t….i didn’t mean to” I say. So fucking ashamed of myself. 

“You don’t have to explain it to me boss.” He says. “But you should probably uh, maybe have her move back in with April?” He says and I grit my teeth. 

“No.” I say and keep walking. Because that wasn’t an option. I’d been just fine this past month. I just was taken by surprise , I hadn’t been expecting to hear her masturbating. I’d just, stay away from her room from now on. Problem solved. This was a one time thing. I’d been weak. Horny and fucking weak. 

I hear Lance knock on her door. 

I turn to look and he just gives me a side eye as I growl and walk back downstairs.