EroticReverie

Roselyn 

Even shopping doesn’t satisfy my boredom. While living with April , I was never overly spoiled. I had everything I wanted and needed growing up , Silas made sure of it. But it was never overboard , even if I now knew he had more than enough money to make me spoiled rotten. I keep trying to piss him off by spending too much money , or getting ridiculous things I don’t even need. But the man, does not even bat an eye. Not even when I come back home with over a dozen shopping bags and a pair of diamond earrings in my ears. 

His hand lifts and pushes back my hair as he tilts his head and looks at the sparkling Tiffany’s solitaire diamond earrings. 

“They suit you.” Is all he says and I can’t help how much I loved the soft touch of his fingertips slipping my hair behind my ear. 

Living with Silas has created a problem for me, because I was finding myself attracted to him and feeling as if I was more like a girlfriend than an adopted daughter. Even if I was a girlfriend without the main benefits.  

He wouldn’t leave me alone with any of his men other than Lance. Which is who I spent most of my time with , but also worried Lance didn’t truly like my company and was only such a good friend because he was being essentially , paid, to hang out with me. 

If I was actually his girlfriend, I’d say it was jealousy. But I’m not his girlfriend. I’m just some girl whose life he saved. So, it’s just protectiveness. Why would Silas care if I was in the company of other men besides him? 

I know I need to have a talk with him at some point, because I can’t just stay here day in and day out, and not have normal eighteen year old experiences. I wanted a damn love life.  But again, there’s the problem. Because for the past month, the only man I’ve been interested in , is the one who obviously doesn’t want a single thing to do with me, in that way. 

I stand there looking at him. 

“What did you buy me?” He asks as he looks at the dozen bags laid on my bed across the room. I know he’s kidding. 

“Some really nice lace panties.” I say and he cocks his brow. 

“Not a fan of lace. Too itchy on my skin.” He says , sounding serious but I know he’s being playful. 

“Darn.” I shrug and he smiles softly. I liked his smile. I liked it a lot because I was the only one that he smiled at. 

“Show me what you bought today.” He says and I sigh and walk over to the bed. 

I show him some of the clothes I got, show him the makeup and hair care and skin care stuff I bought. I show him the accessories and leave the bag with my panties and bras untouched because , no way was I showing Silas my underwear. Even if secretly wanted to show him, and pictured myself modeling it for him. 

“What’s that bag?” He asks. Pointing to the last bag. 

“Uh, underwear and stuff.” I say. 

“Hmm.” He hums as he stands there near the door as I sit on my bed. 

“So yeah. That’s everything.” I say. 

He walks towards my bed. My bedroom door left open, but there’s really only us and Lance who is downstairs with the housekeepers. He reaches over and slides the bag to the edge of the bed and peels down inside of it. 

He was looking. At my underwear. I swallow and watch as his hand reaches in and I should be offended that he’s searching through my intimates but I don’t care at all. 

He lifts a white lace thong out of the bag , the overpriced scrap of fabric hanging from his finger. 

“What do you need lace thongs for?” He asks and I just blink. 

“Um, I don’t know? It’s pretty” I say. 

“Hm.” He hums and drops it on the bed and then reaches in again and the pulls out a pair of baby blue see through mesh panties. 

“I like this color.” He says and drops it and then grabs another pair. A soft pink bikini cut pair with little darker pink hearts on them and he tosses them aside. 

“Not a fan of pink?” I huff a small quiet laugh. 

“Not a fan of you wearing underwear that makes you look like a little girl.” He says and I just blink.  

“They’re…for me. Not for a man.” I say and snatch the pink panties. I know what he means and why he says it. Because it reminds him of the five year old girl he found dressed like a woman the night he killed my dad. 

“No more of those.” He nods to the underwear. 

I want to argue and tell him it’s quite the opposite of how my father used to dress me. That my lace white thing and blue mesh panties were more like what he used to make me wear. But I just nod and agree. Because I can sense the anger rolling off of him.

“They’re just underwear Silas. And nobody sees them. Except for me.” I say softly and he looks down at me. 

“Get rid of them.” Is all he says and I nod. Swallowing hard. 

“Okay.” I agree, but only because I know, while he’s a scary motherfucker, that Silas is a good man where it counts. 

He looks down at me, and I swear I don’t breathe for several seconds as he looks at my face, my mouth. His eyes flicking down to my breasts , to my legs where they’re bare from the dress that sits over my thighs, leaving just a few inches above my knee visible. His eyes are back on mine and I see his nostrils flare and his jaw clench. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t buy anymore like that” I say. Unsure of why he’s this angry when he knows nobody has seen my underwear ever. He made damn sure of that by scaring off the few boyfriends and dates I had without me ever even knowing until recently. 

“Dinner will be ready in an hour.” He says and I just nod as he steps back and then turns and grabs the pink panties from my hand and release them as he walks out of my room. 

I exhale loudly as he exits and sit there stunned and speechless and wonder how much longer I can pretend I’m not attracted to him. 

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After dinner , I hang out with one of the housekeepers , following her around and helping her clean up even though she tells me not to. But we talk like we always do, about her daughters and their school and she tells me funny stories of things they’ve said or done this week. 

Once she’s done working and leaves for the day I sigh because I’m bored again. 

I watch television in my bedroom for a bit and then put on an oversized t shirt and some plain black underwear and get into bed and try to convince myself I’m tired. But I’m not at all. 

So I do what I always do when I’m this bored and have nothing better to do. I take out my vibrator and spread my legs and sneak my toy into my panties and let the vibration and suction begin to work me up as I lay there a picture one man specifically. 

I’m right on the edge within minutes , when the lights go out. I suck in a breath and sit up. My heart pounding. It’s not storming so I don’t know why the lights would be out. But I hate the dark. I can’t stand it. Because the vague fuzzy memories I do have from being a child, before Silas saved me, all take place in the dark. 

I hear loud footsteps and my skin prickles and my eyes water. He’s dead. I know it’s not him. But it doesn’t matter. 

My door flies open. 

“Are you okay?” Silas asks in a panicked voice. 

I sniffle and don’t even need to say a word. Silas walks over and gets on the bed and pulls me towards him and I wince because I just realize now that my toy is buzzing away on the bed as he takes me into his arms. 

“I’ve got you” he whispers. But my embarrassment has already over ridden my fear and the mini flashbacks I have when it’s dark. He must know how much I hate the dark from April. All the years of living with her. Sleeping with a full light on every night or my little freak out the handful of times the power would go out in her house because of storms. 

“I’m okay , I just…” I say as my hand tries to reach for my toy to shut it the fuck off. He pulls back slightly and I find the little button and click it off and am suddenly thankful for the dark as my cheeks turn to lava. 

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I, he lays us down and lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. 

I close my eyes. Because. It’s nice. And it’s the safest I’ve ever felt in the dark. 

The power hums and the lights flick back on and then I open my eyes and then lean my head back and look at Silas. His eyes come to mine. 

“Thank you” I say softly and he hums with a single nod. His eyes still on mine , his one arm around me the other hand on my shoulder and his eyes look down to my shirt around my waist. To my hip where he can see my black panties. His hand moves from my shoulder and reaches down and I suck in a breath and he pauses at them hem of my shirt and then gently tugs it down so it covers my hip. 

His eyes come back to mine and his hand rests on my hip and I say nothing as we just look at one another. 

“I should go back to my room.” He says and I just keep looking at him and the way his eyes clit over my face and my features , the same way mine do with his. 

“I don’t want to be alone.” I say honesty. Because I was admittedly scared the lights might go out again. 

“Okay.” He says without argument and he lifts his hand to my face and his fingers brush my hair back like they did earlier and my eyes close. 

He gently pulls my head back to his chest and I exhale as I settle my head there and slide my arm over him. 

“I’ve never felt this safe.” I whisper. 

“You’ve always been safe with me Roselyn.” He says softly. 

“But it feels different when you hold me” I whisper. 

“Then I’ll hold you as much as you want.” He says and I lift my head again. He sighs softly and looks at me. 

“Promise?” I ask and he swallows and nods. 

“I promise.” He answers and I nod back and then lower my head again and let my leg lift and drape over his just a little bit and we lay there in silence. 

“I never said it, …so…Thank you for saving me Silas. “ I say and he lifts his hand to my head and strokes my hair. 

“Youre welcome” he says quietly. 

We lay there a bit longer and I doze off in the safety of his arms.