ALESSIO'S PET

Lilian.

I still shivered despite the warmth emanating from his foyer before I felt a huge blanket wrap me from behind.

I glanced back and met my uncle's gaze.

Alessio Dumont.

A frown was plastered permanently on his face, which only made him look hotter.

“What were you doing out in the streets alone?” he yelled.

I expected his harshness tonight; I guess it's what I got when I decided to run off in the middle of the night.

Again.

“I don't want to stay here anymore, Alessio. I have no friends; you restrict my Internet usage and basically treat me like your prisoner” I paused, drawing my breath.

“I'm nineteen fucking years, I'm not a child!”, I snapped angrily.

I saw his jaw tighten before his palm moved swiftly and landed on my cheeks.

It stung, and my hand went up instantly to caress the spot.

“Language”, his voice came out in a low warning.

Tears threatened to drop, but I held them back. I would not cry in front of my bastard uncle.

The only time I'd seen him show any hint of affection towards me was at my parents’ funeral.

“You'll live through it, Lilian”. I could still remember his sentence, which he thought offered me any bit of comfort.

After that, Alessio took full custody of me, as nobody from my father's side wanted another burden to bear except him.

It meant nothing to him.

He was rich, probably from illegal means, but I didn't care. Alessio was capable of taking care of me, but I hated how he did it.

He did it his own way: by locking me in his huge house and giving me full access to books and his library, but never my phone or laptop.

He only allowed a few of my friends, and they had to be female, and they must never exceed two hours in his house.

I understand he has never been in charge of anyone as he has never had a child, but he was taking this too far.

I forced myself back to my reality; Alessio had just slapped me.

Again!

“I'm - - - I'm sorry”, I managed to say.

“We'll discuss this little new habit of running off suddenly in the morning, but for now, go upstairs and sleep. It's late.”, he said in a serious tone, and I knew better than to argue.

I clutched tighter to the blanket, and I ran upstairs without looking back.

I shut the door and locked it before falling on my bed.

The tears I'd been holding from earlier started falling freely now as I sobbed quietly.

I was angry at what my life had become; I was angry that my parents had to die.

And I knew what I always did whenever I was sad and angry like this.

I raised the mattress and pulled out a little device beneath it.

It was a little toy vibrator that did little to help my situation, but it was what I could afford.

I used my own money to get it, not because I couldn't use Alessio’s money, but because everything I bought with his card was being recorded somehow, and I couldn't afford for him to find out I masturbated.

I pulled down my pants and folded them neatly beside me before settling down on the bed and spreading my legs wide apart.

I flicked the little switch of the device, and it started making low vibration sounds.

I placed its tip on my clit, and my pussy watered immediately.

My other hand found my tender breasts, and I started caressing slowly.

My moans became louder.

My clit was already red and swollen from the stimulation, but I wouldn't stop.

I had never orgasmed before, no matter what I did to pleasure myself. I just wanted to know what it felt like to come.

I shut myself in an attempt to let myself feel the pleasure this little device was giving me.

I increased the speed of the device, and its vibrations became brutal on my clit.

“Fuck yes”, I moaned a little louder, not minding the fact that my uncle could be hearing me.

I read in books what it felt like to be close to cuming; that's how I knew I was close.

My pussy throbed painfully before my release shot out from my pussy.

A slow smile appeared on my lips, and I slowly opened my eyes to behold the beautiful sight.

“I finally did it, I'm so ha- - -

My words trailed off when I opened my eyes and saw my uncle standing above me, his hands tucked safely in his pockets and his gaze on my pussy.

I tried to hide the toy from him, but he snatched it before I could react.

He examined the little thing with an expressionless face.

I'm pretty sure I locked my door, so how did he even get in?

This was bad. So bad.

I couldn't even imagine the trouble I’d just landed in.

I stared down at my pussy and the juices still pouring on the sheets before trying to close my legs.

Alessio's hand on my knee stopped me.

“Don’t, Lilian”, an order came from him, and I looked up at him.

His gaze stayed on my dripping pussy, and I saw the corner of his lips lift into a dark smile.

Whatever it meant, it wasn't good.