VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

STEP UNCLE'S PET

I couldn't believe that he was gone. I had to pinch myself a couple of times to be sure I wasn't dreaming, but sure enough, it was real. My Dad's dead. The only man who cared for me, who put my feelings and needs before his, has turned to dirt.

I stood close to his mausoleum in the private family cemetery as the priest murmured final prayers and others made their way back to their cars. I couldn't focus on anything. Even when sympathizers came to console me, everything they said just blurred out. I didn't tear my eyes off the heavy stone crypt.

The realization that he's truly gone hit me like a running train. I was all alone now.

It was already dusk and the mausoleum had cleared out, that's how life was actually. People come to mourn you and the moment they leave you're forgotten.

I was still wallowing in despair when it started raining. The dirt now getting muddy beneath my knees and the rain now stinging my face.

I heard faint footsteps approaching from behind. Then a cold hand sat on my shoulder, I looked at the long veiny hands before looking up at the brown eyes of the monster that would ruin me.

“You must be Nadia?” His deep voice echoed in the mausoleum.

I couldn't bring myself to speak because I was scared I would cry so I just gave him a slight nod.

“I don't think you've heard about me but I'm your Step uncle Silas. Your father and I were…. stepbrothers.”

A brother? Dad never mentioned anything about a brother to me. He never even talked about his family.

"He was a good man, Nadia. Though it's such a shame he couldn't keep his affairs in order," Silas said, his voice dropping into a cold tone. "You shouldn't be out here alone. In this freezing cold. A young girl like you needs protection now…. someone to keep an eye on you and keep you in check.”

I couldn't respond. I just kept my eyes trained on Dad's freshly dug grave as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

"I suppose he never told you about the state of his finances? Typical. Your father died penniless, Nadia. In fact, he died heavily in my debt."

Debt? I didn't even know what to believe at this point. Was Dad truly a debtor? He always seemed so happy, so stable, that I had never thought twice about it.

"The estate? The roof over your head? It all belongs to me now. He signed it over before his heart gave out.” The words felt like a physical blow.

The sound of the pouring rain suddenly felt deafening, drowning out my ability to breathe. I was completely alone, and completely penniless.

“You have nowhere else to go, and no money to your name. But I'm a generous man. I can let you stay in the house... if you prove you can be useful to me."

Silas stepped closer, his heavy leather shoes sinking into the mud right next to my trembling hands. He leaned down, his freezing fingers clamping tightly around my jaw as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. I gasped at the sudden contact.

His dark eyes bore into me with predatory hunger as he eyed my kneeling form tired, soaked, and defenseless.

"From this moment on, you do exactly what I say," he whispered, "Your father isn't here to protect you anymore and he was always too soft on you. He spoiled you rotten but I won’t make that mistake because you belong to me now.”

My ears began to ring as my heart pounded violently against my chest. No, this can't be happening.

His free hand slid down my side, his fingers digging into my hip through the soaked fabric. “You’ll work off every penny he owes me. With your hands… your mouth… that tight little body. Starting tonight.”

A memory flashed behind my eyes: Dad lifting me onto his shoulders at this same cemetery years ago when we visited my mother’s grave, telling me, “As long as I’m here, no one will ever hurt you, princess.”

His promise was dead and buried with him, and the man who now owned me was pressing me down onto the very stone that sealed that lie.

I tried to twist away, but he only laughed softly, the sound vibrating against his chest. “Cry for him if you want. He can’t hear you anymore.”

My mind screamed at me to fight, to shove him away, but my body felt boneless, heavy with grief and exhaustion. ‘Dad… please…’ The words echoed uselessly in my head.

He didn't wait for my consent. He didn't care about my grief, or the fact that my father’s body was barely cold beneath the mud. The small sliver of hope I had that he was here to rescue me evaporated into the freezing air.

With a violent yank, Silas pulled me closer, forcing my chest flat against the cold marble of the headstone. The marble was cold against my breasts, rain streamed into my eyes, mixing with fresh tears I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My hands scrambled in the fresh mud, my fingers digging deep into the very earth that covered my father, as if pleading for him to reach up and save me.

"Silas, please…" I choked out, the rain filling my mouth, but my plea was cut short.

"Quiet," he growled into my ear, his heavy weight pinning me down completely, trapping me between his iron grip and my father’s final resting place. "I told you, Nadia. You belong to me now. And we are going to settle your father's first payment right here."

The sound of a heavy zipper echoed through the pouring rain.