Uncle Damon's Little Voyeur 02

Damon’s POV

I watch her run away like there is fire on her tail. I shake my head and slowly get off the bed, leaving Yelena to remove the blindfold herself. I remove the condom and throw it in the trash. There’s no way in hell I’m ever giving her trifling ass my seed.

It’s the first time I ever blindfolded her, and she probably doesn’t even know why. She knows why I like making her call me uncle Damon, but she has never spotted Milly and doesn’t know that she has been watching us ever since she moved in here after a falling-out with my sister.

“How long am I going to keep doing this, Damon?” Yelena whines, removing the blindfold and glaring at me. “I hate it when you call me by her name. Can you at least not do that?”

I frown.

She has never complained about it before. In fact, the only reason I married her was because she never complains about anything. She’s always too eager to please me. And I’ve always let her know that we aren’t a love match.

“I remember your pussy gripping me so tight when I said it,” I whisper as I head to the bathroom.

Any form of respect I had for her vanished when I learned that she was fucking a friend of mine.

I married her on contract. The rules were simple, be my wife, be loyal, and she would have a good life, despite us not being in it for love. I needed a wife that would look good on my arm for a year without embarrassing me. At least until I inherit my father’s company and merge it with mine.

But the slut from the trailer park couldn’t keep it in her pants. Now she has two jobs, look good on my arm, and call me uncle Damon whenever I tell her to with my cock buried deep inside her.

“Please, Damon,” Yelena cries as she follows me into the bathroom, her Russian accent becoming slightly more noticeable. “I know what I did was wrong. I’ve apologized. Why can’t we just go back to the way things were.”

She must be high out of her mind.

“Just keep playing your role, Yelena.” I reach for the shower cap and start the water, testing the heat. “Including spending my money.”

She folds her arms dramatically. “This is why I did it,” she shouts. “I keep telling you I want a real marriage but you never listen to me.”

I don’t say anything. Quite frankly, I just want to take a shower and get some sleep without any drama, but she just won’t shut up.

“What’s so special about her?” she asks, her voice still raised. “She’s your niece, Damon.”

I glare at her. “Yes, and if you give her a hard time at work about this, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Damon—”

I cut her off before she can get on my last nerve. “I’d like to shower in peace, please. Alone.”

“Go fuck your niece, you asshole.” She flips me the finger and stomps off.

I’ve always known that Milly was watching and I don’t mind. She is my step-niece. I’ve rarely spent time with her growing up. Always too busy trying to get out of my father’s shadow. So much so that I hadn’t even expected him to name me in his will.

Milly moved in a couple of weeks ago after finding out that her sister was sleeping with her boyfriend, and my sister knew. She came knocking on my door with a small suitcase, claiming that she couldn’t afford her own apartment.

She didn’t even ask for money because she knew I didn’t do freebies. If she wanted money she had to earn it, thus I gave her a job working as Yelena’s assistant.

I get under the warm water and let it beat against my back. The image of her standing there in those panties and tank top that barely covers anything hits me as soon as I close my eyes and my greedy cock hardens instantly.

I don’t know when this whole thing about her started, maybe it was the first time I saw her standing there and had to pretend like I hadn’t, because what the actual fuck. Or maybe it was when she kept coming back and made me lose my mind entirely.

I eventually found myself thinking about her more than I should’ve. That thick, round ass. That sexy dimple on her back right where that same ass begins. Those C-cup tits. Those full, juicy lips that would wrap around my meat so beautifully.

I groan as I wrap my fingers around my cock and give it a squeeze.

I stroke slow at first, picturing her on her knees in front of me instead of Yelena. Soft stomach. Soft thighs. All that soft weight I want to feel under my hands. I imagine burying my face between her legs and making her shake the same way she was shaking in the hallway. I imagine flipping her over and watching that ass jiggle every time I thrust into her.

My grip tightens. The water runs over my shoulders as I stroke faster, chasing the image of her. Those tits bouncing. That mouth open on a moan. My name on her lips for real this time.

I come hard with a low groan, painting the shower wall, the fantasy of her still burning behind my eyes.

I stay under the water until it starts to cool, breathing hard.

Fuck.

I have to get my shit together before I do something I shouldn’t.