Secretly Mine

After a few long moments of silence, the phone buzzed in my hand. I was beginning to worry that Christian didn't appreciate my photo, but once I opened the message, all of my doubts were cleared away.

The photo sent shivers down my spine. His massive erection took up the whole frame, even though the picture was taken from a distance.

Christian's hand was firmly wrapped around his veiny cock that looked like it was throbbing even in the still image.

Moisture began to build up between my legs. I never thought that I would get so turned on by an image of a cock, but here I was, all hot and bothered.

<Look at what you made me do. I had to leave an important meeting to take care of this. You're such a bad girl. If you ask nicely, I'll put it in.>

The message below caused me to squirm, rubbing my thighs together as tightly as I could. I continued to look at the photo, wishing that Christian's cock was inside of me right now.

Before I knew it, my fingers were already between my legs. Thoughts of how Christian filled me up over and over again ran through my mind.

I lifted the phone and opened the camera. This time, the photo would be of my lower half-- a response to Christian's teasing message. Spreading my entrance open, I snapped a new photo.

<Please fill me up with your cum.>

Typing it out only made the desire burn with even greater force. After sending the text, I pulled up the photo that Christian sent me and began to pleasure myself with my other hand.

It hadn't even been a full day since Christian was last inside me, but the desire to have him take me burned every part of my body.

"Ah!" I moaned.

My fingers worked their magic, and it didn't take long for me to cum. I took a moment to catch my breath before I opened the phone again to text Christian.

<Didn't think I could cum from a photo. *kissy face*>

A few minutes later, Christian responded to my message with his own image. There was cum flowing down his shaft from his own orgasm.

I bit my bottom lip as a subtle buzz spread throughout me. I knew that I only had to wait a few days until I could be reunited with him, but I wished to be by his side with every fiber of my being.

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A few days later.

Sunday morning.

"Second Miss. I've been told to tell you to get dressed for service," the maid said from the other side of my bedroom door.

I frowned. A part of me wished that they would've forgotten about me, but I knew that would be impossible.

The last few days since I've been under house arrest have been the best. No one bothered me, and I got to spend my days messaging Christian.

I also had the opportunity to think things through about Lucas. Though he was an amazing person and incredibly kind, I did not have the electric spark with him that I did with Christian.

I need to find the opportunity to speak with him.

This conversation wouldn't be easy, and I knew that my rejection would hurt him. There was a slight ache in my chest as I loathed the idea of hurting someone who's been nothing but completely supportive of me.

I shook my head. "It's the right thing to do. Perhaps he will meet someone who loves him like I love Christian."

-

The marks on my body had finally faded, allowing me to wear any dress I found appropriate. After scouring my closet for a few minutes, I pulled out a navy blue dress that came with a matching blazer.

It was form-fitting but modest, and perfectly suitable for Sunday Mass.

Half an hour later, I left my room. The maid who usually stood watch in front of my door was no longer there, so I walked down the hall to meet the rest of the family in the foyer.

The first person I noticed was Morgan. She was wearing a pure white dress and an entire jewelry box worth of accessories. She was full of smiles as she spoke to our mother.

"Really? Christian confirmed the date?" she asked. Her hands were clasped around my mother's.

"Yes. We got confirmation this morning from him. He also sent over a check to cover the majority of the wedding expenses," she replied with a smile.

"Yay!" Morgan cheered.

A small smile appeared on my face as I walked toward them.

"Congratulations, dear sister. The moment you've dreamed of is finally approaching," I said calmly.

My voice startled Morgan. She turned around and flashed me a dirty look.

"Oh, look. It's the tainted one. I always knew that you were a dirty whore beneath that fake façade of yours."

Her words still stung, even though they weren't true. I wanted to tell her who it really was that 'tainted' me, but I held back my words.

"Morgan, watch your language. As the future Mrs. Vittoria, you'll have to be much more mindful of your words," mother scolded.

Morgan waved her hand but looked at me with nothing but hatred. "But Mother, she's dirty. Her reputation is ruined, and her fiancé is nowhere to be found! She's only going to tarnish our reputation even more."

My mother frowned but didn't bother to speak up for me. Instead, she turned to look at me with disapproval.

"Leslie, I expect you to keep your head lowered while out in public. Keep your status in mind at all times, and for the love of all that's holy, don't ruin our reputation further."

Her words stung. She knew that I was drugged. She knew that it was she and Father who sent me into the pit of snakes. So now that I was 'tainted', how dare they blame it on me?

Just wait. There are only a few more days until the wedding. We'll see who comes out on top then.

My father finally made his appearance. His eyes glanced over me, but he didn't stop to say a single word. His lips were in a permanent frown, and he had dark circles under his eyes.

He looked horrible. I could clearly tell that the issues that Christian created that night were still unsolved. But my heart didn't ache for him. Instead, I looked at him with disgust.

I wish you weren't my father.