The next day started like any other, the sun casting a lazy glow through the windows of the estate. Dick moved through his morning routine.
He showered, dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast. As he stepped into the dining room, Clara was already seated at the table, sipping her coffee with a bored expression. Her eyes flicked up to meet his as he entered, but there was no sign of the sly games she usually played. It was too early for that, apparently.
"Good morning, Dick," she said, her voice light, though devoid of any real warmth.
"Morning," he muttered back, grabbing a piece of toast and settling into his seat.
There was a quiet between them. Clara didn't press him for conversation, and he didn't offer any. That was how they worked. She was deep in her own world.
"Heading to the gym today?" Clara's voice broke through his thoughts after a silence, smooth and casual.
Dick glanced at her, noting the way her eyes barely flickered up from her coffee cup. She wasn't really interested in his plans; she was fishing for something. He shrugged, taking another bite of his toast. "Yeah."
Clara hummed, her lips curving into a small smile as she set her cup down. "Good," she said, her tone light but dripping with something else. "It's important to stay in shape."
He pushed his chair back and stood up, tossing the rest of his toast onto the plate. "See you later," he muttered, already heading for the door.
Clara's soft chuckle followed him out. "Have a good workout, dear," she called after him, her voice filled with mock sweetness.
Dick ignored her, leaving the estate with Clara's voice trailing off into irrelevance. As soon as he stepped outside, the warm glow of his McLaren caught his eye. The sleek, metallic finish reflected the early morning sunlight. He slid into the driver's seat, as he fired up the engine. The soft purr of the car always brought a smirk to his face.
Victoria had called him the night before with a peculiar request. Apparently, her granddaughter was having trouble with "confidence." Victoria hadn't gone into detail, but the way she spoke hinted at something more than a simple pep talk.
Dick wasn't sure what she wanted from him, but he didn't care much either. Helping her granddaughter out wouldn't cost him anything, and it could even prove useful later. Now, with the engine humming under him, Dick sped toward the Harper estate. The long, winding road leading up to the mansion was lined with perfectly manicured trees, each one a proof of the Harper family's wealth. The estate itself loomed in the distance, all gleaming windows and pristine architecture, a fortress of luxury.
As he pulled up to the entrance, a valet hurried over, offering a quick nod before taking the keys. Stepping inside, he was greeted by one of the maids, her face a practiced mask of politeness. "Mr. Graves, Mrs. Harper is expecting you," she said, her voice soft and deferential as she led him through the grand halls.
Every inch of the estate screamed wealth—expensive artwork, polished floors, furniture that probably cost more than most people made in a year. And yet, it all felt so hollow, like it was more for show than actual comfort.
They reached Victoria's private parlor. The maid knocked gently before opening the door, revealing Victoria seated by the window, a delicate teacup in her hand. She looked up as Dick entered, her eyes lighting up in that familiar way she always did when she saw him.
"Dick," she greeted with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, her voice smooth, controlled. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."
Dick smiled softly. "Good to see you as well, Mrs. Harper."
Victoria set her teacup down with a delicate clink, her eyes lingering on him. The moment the maid stepped out, closing the door behind her, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Her true nature revealed, desperate for his touch, his approval. Her fingers twitched at her sides, as if she was fighting the urge to reach out, to feel him.
"Dick," she whispered, her voice low, almost reverent, as she stepped closer. Her hands trembled slightly as they brushed against his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt. She looked at him, with that burning gaze.
He didn't move, just watched her with an amused smirk as she stood on the edge of restraint and desperation. Her fingers traced the outline of his chest, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of his skin through the fabric. The hunger in her eyes was undeniable.
"I've missed you," she murmured, her voice barely audible as her hand slid down, resting on his abdomen. "Every time I am not near you... I can't stop thinking about you."
Dick raised an eyebrow, letting her continue, not bothering to hide the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Is that right?"
Victoria nodded, her lips parting as she looked up at him, her pupils blown wide with desire. "Yes... I don't know how to explain it, but you... you've become everything to me." Her voice was breathless now, like she was confessing some deep, forbidden secret.
Dick chuckled softly, his fingers brushing a strand of her perfectly styled hair behind her ear. "And what do you want from me now, Victoria?"
Her breath hitched again at the sound of her name on his lips. She leaned in closer, her body practically trembling with need. "I want... I need..." She trailed off, her gaze dropping to his lips as if the words themselves were too much to bear.
He let her hang there for a moment, then he finally spoke, his voice was low. "Go ahead. Say it."
Victoria's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself against him, her hands gripping his shirt tightly. "I need you, Dick," she breathed, her voice trembling with barely contained lust. "Please... touch me."
Dick's smirk deepened as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?"
She nodded frantically, her body arching toward him, desperate for any contact. "Yes, please, I can't take it anymore. I need you."
Without another word, Dick's hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips crashed against hers. Victoria melted into the kiss, her body responding instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself closer.
The hunger in her movements was palpable, like she'd been starving for his touch for days, weeks, months.
His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he pushed her back against the wall. The sound of her breathy moans filled the room, each one more desperate than the last as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
Dick suddenly turned her over, her hand twisted behind her back, pinned to the table with his firm grip on her wrist. Victoria gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the cold surface of the table press against her cheek.
"I told you to abstain for three days as your punishment," he growled, his body looming over her. "But it's only been two days. Are you using your granddaughter as an excuse to call me?"
Victoria whimpered, her body trembling under his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. She struggled to find her voice, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his hand tightened around her wrist. "I... I couldn't help it," she stammered, her voice shaky. "I needed to see you. I can't..."
"Can't what?" Dick cut her off sharply, his grip firm, pressing her harder against the table. "Can't control yourself? After all the rules I gave you?"
She swallowed hard, her cheek pressed against the cold surface, her pulse racing. "I—I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, laced with desperation. "I tried, but... I need you. Please..."
Dick pressed his cock to her shapely ass, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in. "So, your granddaughter doesn't need help?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.
Victoria whimpered, her body trembling beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as she pressed back against him. "N-no, it is true," she stammered, her voice shaky with pleasure and desperation. "She does... but I still wanted you to myself first."
Dick chuckled darkly, his hand gripping her waist firmly as he pressed harder against her, his cock rubbing against her through the fabric of her expensive dress. "Of course, you did," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"
Victoria moaned softly, her body arching beneath him as her need for him grew unbearable. "Please, Dick," she gasped, her voice trembling. "My body needs your cock. I cannot live without it."
His fingers trailed down her back, slipping under the hem of her dress, brushing against the smooth, bare skin of her thigh. "Pathetic," he muttered, his fingers sliding higher, teasing the edge of her lace panties. "You're so desperate you lie about your own granddaughter just to get fucked."
Victoria shook her head frantically, her breath hitching as his hand grazed her core. "No... I didn't lie," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "She really does need help... I swear."
Dick's grip tightened on her wrist, pinning her harder against the table. "You expect me to believe that?" he growled, his voice cold and taunting. His fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift motion, leaving her exposed. "You've been bad, Victoria," he whispered, his hand sliding between her legs, brushing against her slick heat. "And bad girls don't get rewards."
Victoria gasped, her hips bucking as his fingers teased her entrance, her body betraying her with every movement. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, I'll be good. I promise."
Dick chuckled softly, his fingers sliding inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. "Good girls don't need to beg," he murmured, his fingers thrusting deeper, making her moan loudly. "But you? You're nothing but a needy slut. A bad, bad slut."
Victoria's breath hitched, her body trembling as his words washed over her, each one hitting harder than the last. "Please..." she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Please fuck me, Dick."
He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving her empty and whimpering, her body aching for more. "You think you deserve it?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. His hand gripped her hair, yanking her head back.
Victoria's eyes fluttered shut, her lips trembling as she nodded frantically. "Yes," she whispered. "I'll do anything. Please, Dick."
With a single, powerful thrust, Dick buried himself inside her, making her scream out in pleasure. Her body convulsed, her wrists, trapped in his hand, squirmed, as she bit at the table as he filled her completely. He didn't wait for her to adjust, didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. His pace was relentless from the start, each thrust hard and fast, driving deeper into her with every movement.
He teased, "Is that what you want? Screaming like a slut under me?" His voice was cold.
Victoria's moans grew louder, her body arching beneath him as his cock slammed into her again and again, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. "Yes!" she gasped, her voice breaking, raw with need. "Please, Dick... harder..."
Her breathless pleas only spurred him on. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back into each thrust with more force, his cock driving deeper into her soaked cunt. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, loud and obscene, but it was her breathless, desperate whimpers that he focused on.
"Pathetic," he growled, his grip on her tightening. "You don't even care about your granddaughter, do you?"