EroticReverie

Willow....Three years later

"Oh that ring is gorgeous, I'm so sorry we missed the wedding." A woman who I've never seen in my life says as she holds my hand, admiring the obscene diamond on my finger. 

"Oh my, Carver sure does have excellent taste." Another older woman says as she peeks at the hideous thing sparking on my finger. Alright, it wasn't hideous. The 20ct cushion cut diamond itself, was beatufiul. But for a ring? On my finger? It looked tacky, too big, ridiculous. So excellent taste? Carver did NOT have. Though I'm pretty sure I'd hate any ring he put on my finger when he made me marry him in a wedding that cost more money than people would make in a lifetime. 

We were married two months ago. Our wedding night, Carver forced me to drink, and drugged me,  and nearly two dozen of his friends, raped me. Taking turns on his bride while I could barely move. 

"You're so lucky." One of the women swoons and I force a tight smiles. Yes. So lucky. 

It's Carver's fifty third birthday and as he does every year, throws himself a celebration fit for the fucking king he thinks he is. 

Fortunately, silver lining thinking here...at least the past two months I havent been expected to lend my body to other men. Whether or not he plans on doing so , I'm not sure. But this is definitely the longest he's gone without forcing me to sleep with other men in the past ten years. 

"Excuse me ladies." Carver says as he slips his hand to my back and directs me away from the women fawning over the diamond and my "luck" of being married to a monster. 

"I'd like you to meet someone." He says to me. 

Right. "Meet". Well, I guess my questions are answered now of whether or not he plans on continuing to whore me out. 

"Willow, this is Warner." He says as I find myself in front of a man a few inches taller than Carver, but baring an uncanny resemblance, what I imagine a younger Carver might have looked like. 

"Warner, this is Willow." He says and I reach out my hand, the man seems about as thrilled to meet me as I am to meet him. 

He reaches out his hand, taking mine, shaking it firmly like we just closed a business deal.

"Nice to meet you." He says and I smile, and nod as Im expected to.

"The pleasure is mine Warner." I say and he cocks his brow as if to call my bullshit, then drops my hand and looks back to Carver.

"Mother sends her well wishes." Warner says tightly to his father.

"Hmm, tell her Willow and myself appreciate that very much." Carver says.

I just stand there. Who is "Mother?" and why is this Warnerer man the only person I've ever seen around Carver that doesnt look like he'd volunteer to wipe Carvers ass with his tongue if he wanted him to? 

"She's doing well by the way. Incase you wondering. In remission." Warner says. 

Was this, his brother? Were they talking about their mother? It would explain the fact they look alike. 

Carver just stares blankly at the man and then takes a drink from his crystal glass and swirls the liquid around the specially diamond shaped diamond ice cube that takes up most of the glass. 

"The hospital bills are-" Warner starts.

"Let's not discuss money right now Warner. I raised you to know better than to talk of such things during a time of celebration." Carver says.

Raised? This was...his son? Carver didn't have a son. Did he? He never spoke of one? In the ten years I've been here in this billionares prison, he hasnt once mentioned a son. Not to me, not to anyone else. And i've never seen this man before. 

"You didn't raise me at all. Father." Warner grits his teeth.

Oh shit. I blink, Stunned. I guess I know now WHY his son was never mentioned, never came around, never spoken of. They were estranged. The way Warner bites out the word FATHER, is clearly a dig, a jab. 

"Where is your sister?" Carver asks and I see Warren clench his fists.

"She couldnt come." Warner says through gritted teeth and glare. 

"A shame." Carver says. 

I blink back and forth between the two of them.

"Willow, why don't you take Warner here to get a drink." Carver says and I just blink. He wanted me to.......with his SON? 

"Not thirsty." Warner growls.

"A Whitestone, is ALWAYS thirsty." Carver says and then gently pushes me towards his son. 

"Quench your thirst, and maybe we'll revisit talk of those pesky bills you spoke of." Carver grins. But Warner clenches his jaw and I just stand there.

"Come with me." I say gently and lift my hand to his arm, hooking my arm around his. 

I take him to the library. 

He looks at me. Warner stares at me jaw clenched. 

"Would you...like me to...uhm, how would you like me?" I ask, and he glares at me angrily. 

"How do you fucking STAND it?" he asks and I just blink. 

"I'm...sorry?" I shake my head confused. 

"Surely you sleep with him, why not cut his fucking throat while he sleeps?" He snarls and then is pacing slightly, running a hand through his hair and my eyes go wide.

"I ...don't know what you mean." I say and he stops and walks over to me and I suck in a breath as he looks down at me.

"I wondered about you." He says and I swallow. 

"You dont even remember me, do you?" He asks. I blink, shaking my head.

"no, i'm s-sorry" I say shaking my head. 

"no...i suppose you wouldnt....because he always had you half drugged at the beginning." Warner says and I just stand there, looking at him.

"Should I ...go?" I ask. 

He shakes his  head slowly. 

"how the hell have you fucking survived what he's done to you?" He asks , and it's soft. Quiet, yet angry, stricken with...guilt?

"I'm so sorry." He says quietly. 

"I'm not sure what you're sorry for, but im sure there's no reason to be." I say and he looks at me again.

"for what he made me do." he says and I just look at him, not understanding.

"I didn't want to." He says and looks down at the floor and closes his eyes.

"I dont know what you're talking about." I say, hoping I dont piss him off. 

"You were only ten." he says and winces, and shakes his head. I swallow.

"I wasnt much older....but...I knew better....knew it was wrong." He says. 

"I never got to apologize for it. So...I'm doing it now." He says and I still have no idea what he's talking about.

Warner sits down in one of the single chairs. I take the one near it. Hands in my lap and wait, for what? I don't know. 

"You don't remember. Because he had you drugged in the beginning...before my mother took me to live with her and my sister." He says.

Carver has a daughter too? 

"He's a fucking monster. He's always been one." Warner says and I swallow, keeping quiet. Too scared to agree, because it would earn me a beating if Carver ever heard me say a bad word against him. 

"Before you...it was my sister." He says and my stomach sinks, and my well trained refusal to get sick, fails slightly and I feel the more than overwhelming urge to get sick all over my lap. I know what he means, what he's saying. That before Carver was having sex with me....it was his own daughter.

"He...made me do things to her....and then...he brought you home....i wasnt allowed to see you for awhile...maybe a few weeks....he always...had you in his room." He says as if he hates what he's saying. 

"then...one night, he brought you to my room....carrying you...laying you on the bed...he...told me I had to do it. That if I wanted to be a man, this is what men do." He says and I see his eyes watering. I realize what he's telling me. His father forced him to rape me. 

"I'm sorry." he says, his voice cracking. I don't know why Im up out of my chair and on my knees, grabbing his hands to comfort him. But I do. Because...he might be Carvers son, but he's clearly NOT his fathers son. He's nothing like him, if he's apologizing for something he did to me ten years ago, that I dont even remember. 

"It's not your fault." I say. "You dont have to apologize." I say and he lifts his eyes to mine.

"Yes I do." he says. 

"Because it wasnt just one time...and he didnt always have to force me to do it." He says and then my stomach drops, and my hands slips off his and to my lap.

"You were so pretty." He says and shakes his head, looking away ashamed. 

"HE told me...he got you...for me....let me think that...I could keep you....he told me you talked about me all the time when I wasnt around....back then i didnt know you were drugged...didnt know why you talked funny or couldnt keep your eyes open....he made me think you were mine....and i....kept doing exactly what he wanted me to do....exactly the same things HE was doing to you....having other men do to you....I didnt know then.....but I do now....and im so fucking sorry Willow." He says and I just sit there. Stunned into silence.

"I begged my mother to let me go back. I was so mad at her for taking me away from you." Warner says. "But,..she obviously knew more than I did...she left my father for a reason afterall...took Willa with her....the only way she got me out of there....was telling my father she'd drop the case against him for molesting Willa and not take a cent from him in the divorce, if he just let her take me, and never speak to her or me or my sister ever again." 

"Oh." Is all I can say. Having this horror story all laid out for me. 

"I know it doesnt make what I did any better, but I cared about you. I thought it was..I dont even know. I was a thirteen year old boy, with what my father told me was my girlfriend, told me you were FOR me."

Im oddly, not mad at him. I don't blame him at all. How could I? He was only three years older than I was, and I dont even remember it, remember him. I hadnt even known I was drugged in the beginning. I just assumed the trauma of being kidnapped, and abused, had blocked out the early years. 

"How long were you...here for ..with me?" I ask. 

"Five months." he says and I nod.

I heave a heavy sigh.

"Just when I think life cant get anymore fucked up." I say and he tells me he's sorry again.

I shake my head. "Stop apologizing, you were a child." 

"Still...I should have-"

"It's fine. I don't even remember it." I say. 

"It's not fine. And I DO. I remember it." He says.

I lift my eyes to his.

"Do you love him?" He asks. Me well trained responses and facial expressions fail me and my disgust shows. 

"No." I say and he nods. 

"He won't talk to me, about my mothers medical bills....unless I..." Warner trails off.

"Unless you, have sex with me?" I ask. He nods.

"Oh." I say, my somewhat admiration and shared traumatic bond deflating instantly. 

"Okay...well..." Clearly he was SOMEWHAT like his father, if he was going to use my body to get what he wanted. 

I reach for his belt.

"What?" He says and grabs my hands. "NO. No." she shakes his head. "No, I...just...no" 

"I dont know what you want from me" I say. Confused, angry, just wanting to get the hell out of here. 

"Just....tell him that we did." He says. 

Oh. 

I pull my hands away and place them back in my lap. 

"If he finds out I lied...he'll...." I trail off.

"Right." He sighs. "I shouldnt have asked you to lie to him. I'm sorry." 

"We could....just...."

The door to the library opens, our heads both darting to the side. Carver smiling at me on my knees.

"Ah, i see, you're getting started." He says. "Don't mind me." He closes the door.

"Rather loud out there, thought i'd take a break, make sure my son is still a Whitestone, since he's here for Whitestone money." Carver says and walks to the couch where I've sucked too many men off, fucked too many during parties like this. 

"Go on Willow. Suck his cock." Carver says and I look to Warner, he's gripping the side of the chair on the arm rests, his knuckles white.

"I'll watch her fuck you with her mouth. You can thank me afterward for what a delight her mouth is on a mans cock." Carver chuckles and takes a tip of his drink. 

Warner looks at me, his brows pinching, his eyes are apologetic. I don't do it because Carver would beat me if I didnt. I do it for Willa. His daughter. Their mother. Do it because I know that while I might not have a family, that I'd do everything I could to help them. I do it because Warner isn't like his father. Because if I can do a good fucking deed to help a woman that had the strength to leave this fucking monster, i'd do it. Even if it involved being a whore for a man who didnt even want me. But, I guess, at one point he did. So I think about that. 

"She's still as pretty as ever, isn't she son?" Carver says as i unzip Waren. His eyes on mine. 

"she is." he says softly.

I suck in a breath, my hand pushing over his lap, and I watch him shift, hear him groan slightly and , keep rubbing him through his pants. 

"See if you had stayed with me son....she could have been YOUR wife." Carver says and Warner groans as I grab his pants, and pull, his hips lifting and his cock springing upward, stiff and thick as he lowers his hips back down.

"I see you still enjoy your gift." Carver says. 

"Does your prick miss her pussy?" Carver groans. 

"You DID love to fuck her, didnt you son?" Carver asks and I just keep my eyes on Waren as we try to ingore his sick bullshit, his taunts, his clear fucking desire to pretend his son is just like him, when he's not.

"Too bad your mother is a cunt and took you from her. Because now she's MY fucking wife." Carver says and I reach for Warners cock, taking it in my head. My head shaking just slightly, trying to tell him not to listen to him, to just pretend, alter the reality with me. 

but Carver is up, and grabbing me by the hair and pulling me away and I scream, falling to the floor as he drops me and snarls as Waren stands to help me, but his father pushes him back down.

"If you want me to pay that bitches bills. I will." Carver says. 

I blink, stunned. So does Warner, he's frozen.

"As soon as my daughter pays me a fucking visit." Carver says, and i can see his slimey fucking grin from the side. I know what he's insinuating. So does Warner.

"Fuck you." Warner bites out.

Carver chuckles and shrugs.

"Fine by me." Carver tells Warner and then turns to me. I look up at him. "Get up bitch." Carver says.

Warner stands there, glaring, fists clenched, shaking. 

Carver has my back to his chest, his arm around me, the other hand on my shoulder, stroking it, slipping down the strap of my gown and making it fall down my arm. 

"Incase you're wondering son." Carver says and dips down, kissing my shoulder, then up my neck and I close my eyes and wince, Tilting my neck for him to lick my skin and then groan in my ear , knowing if I pull away and flinch from him I lose. That I need to pretend , need to survive. 

"She really could have been yours, I'd just been helping to break her in..teaching her how to fuck like a woman , to make sure my son had a well trained, well behaved whore." He chuckles and his hand slides down my dress and between my legs. 

HE grabs my pussy hard and I jump with a tiny yelp. 

"Ten years....you wouldnt believe how well she can fuck a mans dick. aint that right Mrs. Whitestone?" Carver chuckles and rubs my cunt harder and I whimper. 

"Should we show him Willow? Show him how far you've come from being the limp little drugged whore he fucked in his bed everynight while I watched him enjoy you?" Carver groans and I squeeze my eyes shut. 

"Fucking your cunt with my cum already inside you" he chuckles. 

"Let her go" Warner says and Carver just laughs.

"Sorry son, she doesnt belong to you anymore."  Carver says as he yanks down my dress and I cry. Shaking.My tits bared to Warner, his fathers hands grabbing them.

"Yeah, she's mine. Been mine since the day my son became a pussy and went with his mother." 

"and you're still a damn pussy, you shouldve been buried in her cunt before i even walked into the room....As a Whitestone...you shouldve taken her....fucked just the way i know your prick has wanted to for the past ten years....cause shes your favorite aint she? Better than your mother...better than your sister....better than any other fucking whore you've had since, isnt she? You love this little whore so god damn much" Carver laughs and I think im going to be sick. His mother? He was forced to be with his mother? 

"Dont even have to drug her anymore, unless its for fun" CArver laughs. 

"Like our wedding night, aint that right honey?" He says and pushes down my dress and it falls to the floor as I stand there naked, tears slipping, tears I know that with his mood, will piss him off.

"You love when daddy fucks you, dont you Willow?" he groans and then grabs me and throws me on the couch, Warner charges forward and Carver calls security. Which clearly was right outside the door. Warner gets one singular punch in, before he's hauled off Carver and I lay there, shaking on the couch as I watch in horror as Carver shouts at him.

The doors shut, Warner yelling, kicking, threatening his father, his voice fading. I look up at Carver as he turns around, his lip split, bleeing. He wipes it with his thumb. He grins down at me. 

"You're in for it bitch."