"Come on in, Mr. Stone," he invited. Autumn, along with Zyler, stepped in. She stood in the hall, closing her eyes, praying for a drama-free visit.
Zyler and Autumn stepped in. Dominique wrapped his arm around Rebecca's frozen body. "We are happy to have you here, Mr. Stone, aren't we, dear?" Looking at his wife, he smiled, and she snapped out of shock.
"Yeah, come on in. Mr. Stone," she moved, giving way to her daughter and him. He walked into the living room and looked around. Autumn followed him, her nerves still on fire. She didn't know what to do or even initiate a conversation with her parents. She knew he knew they were her parents, but she was sure her parents had no idea she was working for him.
There was silence. Again. Autumn felt awkward standing in her own house like a stranger. "Have a seat, Mr. Stone," Rebecca offered. Zyler smirked internally, knowing he was getting the treatment of their Son-in-law. After all, he is her their son-in-law, well, at least in his head.
"Mr. Wraith, Ms. Wraith, I'd like you to meet my assistant," Zyler introduced Autumn to her own parents, fighting the urge to burst into uncontrollable laughter. It took every ounce of his self-control not to collapse into fits of giggles at the sheer absurdity of the situation. After all, what could be more hilarious than introducing someone to their own parents as if they were complete strangers?
"Yes, Mr. Stone. I happen to know my own daughter," Dominique declared, his gaze fixed on Autumn, who was desperately avoiding eye contact with her parents.
"Really? My assistant is your daughter?" Zyler feigned surprise, his expression one of exaggerated innocence. He glanced at Autumn, smirking. "Well, that's quite a coincidence, isn't it? Small world, I guess!" He couldn't help but suppress a mischievous grin, thoroughly enjoying the situation.
"Yes, Mr. Stone. I knew she was working. But I didn't know she was working for you," Dominique signaled to Rebecca to get Zyler something to drink. Rebecca hurried into the kitchen and back.
She poured some fruit juice into a glass and handed it over. "Well," he grabbed the drink and took a sip. "I must say your daughter is exceptionally bright," he complimented her. Autumn didn't know what to think. Her mind drifted back to day 1 when she started working for him and when he called her incompetent.
"She had me hooked around her finger," he wanted to say around her pussy, but completed it in his head.
"She is one of a kind, I tell you," He praised her again, but Dominique and Rebecca had solemn expressions.
"Let's go have dinner," Domonique saved them a conversation. Rebecca left to prepare for dinner, and Zyler got up and walked over to Autumn.
"You will be a good girl, won't you?" He wanted to kiss the senses off of her. She looked cute. She pleaded with her eyes asking him not to do this to her. But he only smirked, leaning in, "Don't make me spank you," his voice was thick with need. The situation was doing something to him. Something akin to desperation and arousal. He breathed in her ear, "We don't want to let your parents know that their dotting daughter tastes like a goddess," he gently licked his lips while Autumn was terrified to the bone. She didn't want her parents to see this.
She crinkled her nose in distaste, "Nessie," she immediately stumbled back.
"Yes, Mom," she turned around. Her mother used to call her that when she was angry or in a loving mood. Except she didn't know which now she was in now. She hadn't heard her mother call her that in ages. It was what her dad named her when she was 5. It was Latin for her name Autumnus. They shortened it and made it Nessie.
He called April, Ellis, for Aprilis shortened to April, and they condensed it to Ellis. Except she hadn't heard them call her that in ages.
"Come help me in the kitchen," Rebecca left, ordering her daughter. Autumn didn't wait for a second to get away from Zyler. She ran to her mother. Her mother was banging pots and pans, a habit she had when upset or frustrated.
"You didn't tell me who you were working for," she threw the pot in the sink, and it shattered with a bang. Autumn jumped in her spot.
"You never gave me a chance. You called me, and I tried to tell you," Autumn defended herself, her voice laced with frustration and hurt. She yearned for her mother's understanding, but it seemed like an uphill battle.
Rebecca's gaze bore into Autumn, her eyes searching for the truth. "Are you dating him?" she asked abruptly, catching Autumn off guard.
"No, Mom, I'm not," Autumn responded firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. She held her mother's gaze, hoping to convey her honesty.
"Sure, I believe you," Rebecca's voice dripped with sarcasm, though Autumn remained oblivious. There was tension between Zyler and Autumn clearly. She was no fool to understand something was going on. This massive investment appeared unannounced. Now, the man who is considered one of the richest in Europe is at their doorstep. All of it is too good to be true.
"Where are grandma and your father-in-law?" she inquired. After what that man did, Autumn didn't have it in her heart to forgive him.
"Your father and I kicked them out. They aren't welcome here," Autumn didn't believe it.
"Why?" she wanted to know why the man that gave her a beating in her childhood wasn't at home.
"He hurt you," Rebecca's words knocked the breath out of Autumn. "He beat you, and we weren't okay with it. We never were. Just because we kept you at arm's length doesn't mean we weren't looking out for you." She dished the last portion of soup into the bowl and left the kitchen with her plates, leaving Autumn's heart in turmoil.
She stood frozen in the kitchen, Rebecca's words echoing in her ears. Her heart pounded, and her mind raced to process the conflicting emotions swirling within her. The realization that her parents had known about her abuse hit her like a ton of bricks. How could they claim to love her while keeping her at arm's length, oblivious to her pain?
Tears welled up in Autumn's eyes as she grappled with a storm of emotions. Confusion, hurt, and a deep longing for the love and acceptance she had always yearned for surged within her. In moments like these, when her parents' words clashed with their actions, Autumn couldn't help but question the sincerity of their love. Were they genuinely looking out for her or protecting their image and reputation?
As Autumn wiped away her tears, she felt sad. The shattered illusion of a loving family left her feeling lost and uncertain. She needed answers, clarity, and, most importantly, the reassurance that she was truly loved and valued, but if she asked her mother about it, she knew she would never get it.
So, she silently followed her out of the kitchen where Zyler and her father were already sitting. She wanted to sit on the opposite side of the table, but with one glare from the man, she stopped. He motioned with his eyes to sit beside him, and she reluctantly did as asked. The table was huge. Her parents were far away. Dominique was at the head table, while Zyler sat on the opposite end, facing him, Autumn was on his left, and her mother was on the right side of her dad.
"So, Mr. Stone. What made you want to invest in our business?" the man dished some salad for himself and put some on Zyler's plate. He wanted to say your daughter, but he didn't want to.
"I am a businessman, Mr. Wraith. Always looking for something new. Something eye-catching, something enticing to taste. I mean to touch. I meant to invest," he grabbed a piece of cherry tomato and squeezed it between his teeth.
"These cherry tomatoes are so juicy. Mr. Wraith, so succulent," he sucked the juice out of it. "Won't you agree, Autumn?" he asked with a hint of tease in his eyes. She whipped her head so suddenly she thought she would have whiplash from it.
His double-meaning words were so embarrassing. His eyes moved to her parents, who were busy eating. Leaning closer, he whispered, "Just like that tasty clit that I am sure is wet now," she clenched her eyes shut, holding the fork tight.
"Should I tell them, baby? Should I tell them how delectable you taste, hmm?" He dragged his lower lip between his teeth. She immediately shook her head.
"Yes, Mr. Stone. They are locally grown," Domonique's voice took Zyler's attention back to him. The head of the Wraith family did not understand the meaning of anything Zyler spoke.
"I heard locally grown items taste better. They are healthy for you, too," he winked at Autumn. By now, her cheeks were red with embarrassment. "You are locally grown, aren't you too, baby," he lowly uttered, breathing her scent.
"Don't do this," she mustered the courage to speak. "Please," she urged as much as she could.
"You tasted better than these," he squeezed another cherry tomato.
"I just want to rub this on your dripping clit and eat you out until I suck all the juice oozing out of that pussy," he wanted to do it. He didn't care about the people around him.
"I just want to smear this ripe tomato against that dripping pussy, the red staining the innocent pink pussy," his pants sported a tent imagining eating her out when her parents were right there. He wanted to hide under that table and suck the life out of that cunt. "I want t draw sadistic pleasure from that cunt, babe," it was hard for him to hold on further.
"I want to suck on that succulent juice as if I am draining the life force from the helpless cunt," he looked at her parents, who were busy looking at their phones. "And when I get up, I want that cum dripping from my tongue," a wicked indulging smile spread on his lips.
Rebecca got up and served Zyler some pasta. He grabbed his phone and did something, and the house's alarm began to buzz. Dominique and Rebecca immediately ran outside.
Zyler smirked, "We have plenty of time," saying this, he bent under the table.
"No, no," she tried to get up, but his hands on her thigh made her still.
"Count each lick," he groaned as he saw her wet cunt. Darting his tongue out, he let a slight lick on her clit, and Autumn almost teared up. She clutched the fork tight, scraping her hand to contain herself. This was horrible and incredibly disgusting. What if her parents returned?
"Someone will see. I beg you. Get up," he didn't care. He bit her clit, and she contained her voice. She was utterly terrified.
It was tasty. The fact that someone could walk in was even sexier. The way her heart raced, pounded against the cage of her chest, was a symphony of terror that sang to his wicked desires. Each tremor, each gasp of breath, each time she looked around but lost the battle was a heavenly morsel that nourished his insatiable appetite for darkness.
"Let them see, baby. They will know how wet this pussy is for me," he smirked against her pussy. "Besides, putting you in this situation is my favorite hobby," he groaned before he dived at full speed.
Pulling back, he moaned. The alarm sound muffled his moans. "Fear dripping out of your cunt is so fucking twisted," he inserted his tongue inside her pussy and swirled it in. It was as if he purposefully did it. As if he wanted her to know that the devil will take what he wants, drinking the blood out of his angel for sanctuary. "Your pussy is my salvation," he moaned before rubbing her clit and bringing her closer to the edge. Autumn dug the fork into her finger to the point that it was bleeding. And in seconds, she came down from her high.
The fact that he did it in her own house, at the dining table, was not just scandalous. It made him feel like a king on his throne. He began slurping the release. He defied the boundaries, a sinful act that defiled the sacred space. Like a fallen angel dancing with darkness, her juices painted the pink canvas that is his tongue, their colors mingling in a macabre waltz. With each sinful stroke, he reveled in the twisted pleasure, his actions whispering of forbidden desires and forbidden fruit. The dining table, once a symbol of harmony, now bore witness to the devil's dance, casting shadows upon their souls and leaving a lingering taste of damnation in the air.
"Sorry about that," Dominique rushed inside, and Autumn's blood chilled. "Where is your boss?" he asked, noticing that Zyler was missing. Before Autumn could answer, Zyler emerged from under the dining table with his fork. He wiped his mouth off her release.
"I dropped this," he adjusted properly.
"Are you enjoying your meal?" Dominique wanted to please Zyler.
"You have no idea. I could eat it all day but still die an unsatisfied man. My hunger is insatiable," he winked at Autumn, who was now on the verge of tears.
"The things you and your wife created are one of a kind. The feast is incomparable to the food that even gods offer," he wanted to pull her into his lap and wipe those tears.
"Well, you are so kind. Mr. Stone," Rebecca's eyes moved between Zyler and Autumn.
"How did you meet my daughter? I mean, did you meet her at your company?" Dominique was impressed that Autumn managed to capture Zyler's attention.
"Actually, it was a cigar pipe that introduced us," her head whipped in his direction at the speed of a jet engine. "Remember the pipe incident Autumn?" he referred to when he inserted a pipe in her pussy and drew her first orgasm.
"Cigar pipe?" Dominique and Rebecca were confused.
"Do you want to tell them, or should I?" Zyler smiled innocently as if he was discussing something they ate for dinner. Tears threatened to spill. Autumn picked up her glass and drank the water to contain her tears.
"Yes. I was smoking in front of a church. She was pissed that I was ruining a sacred spot. So, she confronted me, and I used that on her," he was so proud of himself for letting his parents know how she came on, something he used regularly.
"She came on it too," Zyler blurted out. Autumn choked on the water. It was over. All of it is over. Now her parents knew how horrible of a daughter she was. She failed everyone.
Before she could walk out, he continued. "I meant, she came on to me and grabbed the pipe and threw it on the floor," he fabricated something, and Dominique and Rebecca's faces turned proud.
"I loved her determination and her phenomenal tits," he knew what he had said. Autumn rose from the chair at the speed of light. She was frustrated. She was pissed. How can this man have no shame?
"Her phenomenal deeds are something that wanted me to hire her," he challenged her to defy him. Dominique and Rebecca laughed in awkwardness. They thought he had said something inappropriate.
"All in all. Your daughter is one hell of a girl," he was proud of her. She owned everything like a boss. Be it pain or sadness.
"Well. I am glad my daughter was able to impress you. "We raised her right," he had a proud smile, but Autumn wasn't in the mood. He ruined her appetite.
"Dessert?" Rebecca brought strawberry parfait, but Zyler stopped the woman.
"I already had mine, Mrs. Wraith," he politely declined. "Your daughter knows," he concluded.
"Oh," Rebecca put it back, and Autumn helped clean the table. "We have arranged a guest room for you," he pointed to the room at the end.
"Autumn, show him the room," her mother motioned.
"Can you not do it, Mom?" She knew what would happen if she went into that room with Zyler.
"Don't be rude, Autumn. He is your boss, and treating our guests with respect is important," her mother scolded Autumn. Knowing the predicament he put her in, Zyler proudly enjoyed her situation.
"Shall we? Miss. Wraith?" he formally asked, bowing to her like the gentleman he is not. "After you." Autumn glared at him.
"You have your room. Nessie," she heard her mother yell from the hallway. When she entered, he closed the door and caged her between the wall and himself.
"Kiss me," he commanded, stepping back and admiring her state.
"No," she rejected. She was still not okay with what had happened at dinner.
He smiled. "You have 3 seconds to kiss me, babe," he rubbed his knuckles on her cheek. Seeing that she wasn't moving. He stepped back with confidence.
"Oh, baby girl," he moaned. "Oh, Autumn," he increased his intensity.
"What are you doing?" she stepped forward.
"Oh, baby. Just like that," he groaned loudly.
"Stop it," she placed her palm on his lips, covering it, preventing him from making sounds.
He kissed her palm and moved forward, removing it from his mouth. "You are going to have to do it," he cornered her again, caging her. "Don't worry, I won't let your parents know that their little is dirty as fuck," he slammed his lips on her, shutting her mouth, biting, licking, sucking the essence out of her already tired mouth.
Please comment and vote.... I won't be able to update for another week. Probably, next update will be on the 17th.