Dirty Seduction

JULIAN

I wasn’t surprised that rosie was overwhelmed, given the huge turnaround her life had taken, but out of all the things she was feeling, gratitude didn’t need to be one of them. I tried to convey that as best as I could.

She calmed down quickly, and it was another glimpse at just how composed my princess was for a girl who was just eighteen years old. It was both beautiful and tragic. I could only imagine the years she’d spent in much bigger shoes than the ones she should have been wearing.

“Did you write a chapter today?” she asked, and I directed her to my laptop, in its usual spot at the dining table.

“Indeed, I did.”

If only she knew the half of it. I’d written one hell of a lot more than a single chapter, but the content wasn’t ready for her eyes. Not yet.

She took her seat and I took mine next to her as she dug into the chapter onscreen. This scene was based on one of our true to life ones, of her spread for me, stretched and bound by rope while I teased her ass and pussy at the same time, her legs high against her chest as she moaned like a whore. I’d been incredibly descriptive of her. As she read, she blushed, looking shy.

“I still can’t believe you see me like this,” she said. “You make me sound so stunning and hot. It’s crazy.”

“It’s true, not crazy. It’s exactly how I see you, and exactly as you are.”

“Stop it. You’ll make me blush.”

“You’re already blushing, sweetheart. It’s adorable.”

The kinkiness shone in her eyes at that, my words clearly having an impact.

“I don’t think I want to be adorable right now, I want to be your slut, like I am right here, on the pages.”

She didn’t get any argument from me. My cock did the talking, recreating the scene over the coffee table while she moaned like the bitch I’d portrayed her as, the word SLUT in capital letters right the way across her tits.

My goddess still had the word displayed proudly as I smoked my post coital cigarette. She sat back down at the table and read the scene a second time over, with my cum still dripping out of her asshole. I’d spurted a lot inside her. Her ass was welcome to it today, since I really needed to hold back from filling her pussy up at every opportunity. Ovulation calendars only work so well, and good fortune wouldn’t last for ever. The last thing Rosie needed on her journey was a baby in the mix before she’d even hit her twenties. I wanted to redress the responsibilities she’d faced through her life, not add more to them.

“Lola and Peter are coming here on Saturday? For dinner?” I asked as we ate my chicken paella a short while later. “They are sure they want to visit us, and not head out?”

“Yeah, very sure. They’re looking forward to it. They definitely want to come here.”

“Fine. Then they are very welcome.”

I understood Peter’s reservations about public life all too well. I wouldn’t have wanted to step out within a sixty-mile radius of Oxford once the world heard of my character deficiencies. I could handle being with Rosie in public throughout Worcester, because the emotional impact was on her in her community, not on me, but for a guy like Peter, who sounded as though he’d been bred, born and raised in the same street in Dine’s Green over forty years ago, the condemnation must have taken its toll.

Their upcoming appearance did bring some other considerations to mind. I cast my eyes around our home, and it reinforced just how threadbare it was. I’d only ever planned that my residence would be short-lived. I’d added new lamps, cushions, bedding and kitchen utensils, yes, but everything else remained the same. Battered and bare.

Rosie was beginning to read my mind.

“They won’t give a shit about this place. They won’t expect to be walking into the Ritz.”

“No, I’m sure they won’t, but there is quite a gulf.”

“Honestly, they won’t care.”

She was almost certainly right, but my own sense of pride was returning, all thanks to her. I wanted to show some of the facets of myself I’d long given up on. It felt as though it was time to take the next step in getting my life in order since I’d now be living one. I wanted to be a good host, in an environment well taken care of.

I made Rosie porridge before she left for college next morning, but rather than call up my WIP, I started browsing online. I’d never been a wizard of flat pack furniture. In fact, my efforts would likely look considerably worse than the furniture I’d picked up from charity stores, so I browsed through some more high-end catalogues. Katreya would have been proud of my tastes, if she didn’t hate my filthy soul.

We still had a few days before Lola and Peter’s visit on the weekend, and many of the items had next-day delivery availability, so I had a potential purchase list ready for Rosie’s perusal when she arrived home that evening.

“What’s this, no chapter?” she asked as she sat her pretty butt down on the seat.

“There will be a chapter to come, but take a look at this first, please. I’d like your opinions and your thumbs up or down.”

She scrolled through, everything from a new dining table, to a large TV and surround sound, to a full three seater sofa suite. New crockery, and kitchen appliances. Even a master of a vintage wall clock and a gorgeous new rug for the floor.

“You really want all this?” she asked.

“Yes, I do. I want to create a home. With you.”

“This is already a home,” she said. “I don’t need you to dress it up, I promise. And neither will Lola and Pete.”

Her attempts to reassure me were beautiful, but unnecessary. From a selfishness perspective, I was looking forward to embracing the apartment changes for myself as well as for her. I must have conveyed that in my eyes. I needed this.

“Fine, cool,” she said, scrolling through the items afresh. “They’re all absolutely amazing. There’s just one thing I don’t like.”

“What’s that, princess?”

She pointed to the beautiful new leather chesterfield I’d selected.

“Can we please keep the old one?”

I chuckled, and shot the old one a glance. It was uncomfortable as hell.

“Really? You want to keep that thing?”

“It’s sentimental, don’t you think? I love it, even though it’s crappy to sit on.”

I looked it over once more, and sure enough, I felt it too. The first time we’d talked on there, and fucked on there, and shared pizza. So many memories already. I tried to engage my spatial awareness, considering whether we could add another small sofa to the room, rather than straight out replace our sweet old obsolete one, and I believed we could do. Just about. We’d need some more seats if we were having visitors.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let’s keep it, then. We’ll just make a little addition,” I said, and switched out the chesterfield choice onscreen to one a little smaller. “Anything else?”

She shook her head, eyes glowing. “It’s going to be insane, how great this place looks. I’ll be too nervous to touch anything.”

“That’s the last thing I’ll be wanting. I want you to feel as comfortable as can be. You can piss all over the new coffee table as soon as it arrives for all I care.” I touched her face. “And this is just the beginning. The bare essentials.”

“The bare essentials are all right here in this room,” she told me. “Me, you, and the old sofa.”

I laughed. “I think we’d need to count the kitchen in that shortlist as well, sweetheart. Unless you wanted to starve to death in my arms on the chesterfield.”

“Would be a good way to go.”

She had a point there. It would be a considerably better way to check out of existence than alone with a pile of pills.

So, I ordered the selection, with urgent, premium delivery times right through the week, and every day my goddess would jump with joy and admire the differences to our apartment when she’d get back from college. It made every single purchase ideal, and bit by bit, the place began to look like a real abode, not just a shambles disguised as one.

Deliveries weren’t the only things I was basing my schedule upon. Around those, while Rosie was busy with college, fucking, eating, sleeping and riling me with tales of romance novels she’d been reading, I found the time to take some other necessary steps towards life building.