Velvet Scar

The dinner (2)

Orion's POV

I was waiting for Zelda to arrive. I was the one who was supposed to pick her up, but grandfather said that he wanted to talk a little before she comes. He said that he already sent our butler whenever grandfather wants something, he makes sure that he gets it. No wonder everyone is always so scared of him. He is the only man that I look up to in this entire world. We talked about business and the threat that the D&M company is posing to the Steele company. He said that it's time to pay Davis and Miller a visit.  

By paying a visit, I knew what he meant; he trained me my whole stay with him to be like him and understand his method of work. He says that he trusts only me for his business. I met him in circumstances where I shall forever be in his debt. He is not my real grandfather, but he treats me better than anybody ever did.

I was thirteen when I first met him, and that too not in the most pleasant situation. I was scared, hungry, and sick, I had run away from my diabolical father’s client and I was staying in an almost abandoned park.  I still remember that day like it was yesterday. 

~Memories~

It was a winter night, as usual, I was at the back of a restaurant searching for some leftovers, having found nothing I kept walking deep in the dark alley, that’s when I heard a gravelly voice speak, I stopped dead in my track, peeking around the corner to see the owner of the voice. I could not see him as his back was facing me, but I saw someone on his knees, begging him for mercy. The man with his back facing me was a powerful man and a man of pride. The kneeling man was pleading to him, but this man took no mercy for him. He lifted his pistol, and he shot at him. I gasped, and he turned around. We merely locked eyes that I ran as fast as I could.

Knowing that I cannot run away for too long, I hid in a trashcan. I made sure not to make any noise or even breath. I saw him walk past me, muttering curses under his breath. Tears filled my eyes, I was scared for my life. Only a few feet away from me, I heard him call someone and say “find him and bring him to me.” I sneaked a glance at him through the hole was on the can. My heart was pounding and my feet were numb from crouching too much. I once again looked at him only to see him gone. I waited for a good few minutes, then came out and ran as fast as possible to the park.

  I was sitting in the park, shivering from the cold. The winds picked up, and it was raining cats and dogs. Maybe another storm was coming. ‘How many days have I spent in the night outside alone in the cold? When was the last time I ate something?’ I thought to myself. My stomach was growling. I laid down, tears streaming down my face thinking, why did she have to leave me alone with that monster? I was sad, angry and in pain but there was no one to comfort me. 

 I was falling asleep when I heard a car screech to a stop. I sat upright, seeing this man again. At this moment, I was too tired to run, so I just gave up.  He looked at me from his car; I knew that any moment now he will come out and beat me to death.  I kept waiting, and finally, he got out. He came to stand just in front of me; I looked up and he raised his hand and I put my hands in front of my face in reflex. I kept waiting for the blows, but they never came. 

The next morning, I woke up in a bright white room with an IV stuck in my arms. The nurse who was in my room told me that Mr. Steele brought me here and she also said that I had a high fever and malnourished, that’s why I passed out. I was gobbling down the food that was in front of me like a savage when Mr. Steele entered the room. He never spoke a word, he just stared at me and left. 

That night the butler Robert came to fetch me. He made sure that I was comfortable and warm. We reached his mansion; they already opened the gates. When I came in, he was already waiting for me at the dining table where a feast was served in front of him. He asked me to sit, and I warily sat down. I was expecting a weird demand from him. He asked the butler to serve our food. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he cut me off and said, “we will have dinner first and then we will talk.”  After dinner, he took me outside and lit a cigarette. He offered me, but I declined him. He then said, “I made some research on you, Orion Hunter”. He paused, looked at me and then continued when I did not react.  “I need a grandson and I want you to be my grandson. If you agree to this, I will help you get your revenge on your father and you will get the comfort of the things I can offer you. However, to be my grandson, you will undergo special training. We will go to a new country where you will help me escape the police.”

~Memories~

I agreed to help him, and since then I have become his most trusted companion. I have become a grandson in a true sense.  I was lost in my memories when Zelda opened the door. She looked ravishing in her short, tight dress. I pulled her and kissed her until grandfather interrupted us. He gave me a side-glance. I couldn’t concentrate on the whole dinner. All I could think of is this beautiful woman next to me. I kept teasing her; I placed my hand on her thighs, and she shrieked, and I smirked. Grandfather asked her what happened, and she squeaked out a response which caused him to chuckle and Zelda blushed.

I rubbed my hand on her thighs and I could feel the bulge that had formed in my pants. I never thought she would retaliate by rubbing my thighs. Her touch amplified my need to take her against the wall. I excused myself earlier from the dinner and went to cool myself in the washroom. I washed my face with cold water and tried to think about any random disgusting thing, just to distract my mind from that little vixen at the table.

As soon as grandfather dismissed us claiming that he is tired, I dragged her to my room. I pushed her against the wall. I kissed her, tasting her sweet tongue, as she moved her tongue against mine in the same cadence. My d**k was hard rubbing against my boxer, the friction was almost unbearable. I lifted her leg and pressed the growing bulge against her entrance. She moaned in my mouth. I moved my hand under her dress, and goosebumps formed on her legs. She wrapped her legs around my waist and ground against me. I moaned I wanted to taste her. She grunted as I massaged her breast and kiss her slender neck. I gently yipped at her skin, and then licked it, tasting her skin.

I ripped her panties off and knelt in front of her. I placed her leg on my shoulder and gently blew on her sweet-spot. I inhaled her musky scent. I teased her by flickering my tongue over her c**t. Her p***y was soaking wet. I latched on to her p***y like a thirsty puppy. I continued to work on her cunt, and I slid a finger inside her p***y when she tensed. She convulsed all over my finger, and I continued to suck on her throbbing v****a. I licked her clean, and she orgasmed all over again. 

She uncertainly rubbed her small her hand on the tent that formed in my pants. I took her hand, kissed it. I love how she acted so bold outside, but right now she was like a meek mouse. I love how she was so inexperienced, but I did not want to rush her into something she might regret. Looking at her. I knew she wanted it badly, but she was also not ready for it. This is the first time I did not want to hurt a woman that looked like her. Maybe it was her timidity. I told her to clean herself and I took her home.

I kissed her once again. I took a cold shower when I returned home. I stood there for at least one hour, but to no avail. Every time I thought of her, my d**k hardened. I had to wank myself even though I could easily call someone and make them do it for me. Ever since I saw her, I couldn’t do it with anyone else. She bewitched me.