His gaze lingered on me, and mine lingered on him. Before I shyly looked away from him, not wanting to look into his eyes.
The intruder stepped forward, and offered me his hand. "Hello, little lady. You look beautiful today. The name is Tyler Warren. May I ask yours?"
"K - Karen," I stuttered out.
"Karen? A gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman," he took my hand up, and then kissed it. I was frozen solid by the gesture. "George, I have to say you've raised some wonderful daughters."
"Get away from them, Ty. You can exploit my misfortune for some real estate but this doesn't mean you can womanize my daughters." Father's tone was quite a bit more angry suddenly.
Ty did so, stepping back. "I'm not the womanizing type. I just saw something I liked and wanted to let her know. I'm very selective in who I pursue."
"My daughters aren't for you, Ty."
"Don't be hostile, George. I'm going to depart, I can take it on good faith that the other rooms aren't missing ceilings or walls or stained with horrible and gaudy art." He walked back to the door, ready to leave as swiftly as he arrived. "Take your time in preparing your departure, I take no joy in destroying a family's home."
My father was silent.
"As for you, Karen," he turned slightly and shot me a glare. Could I have been even more frozen in shock and anticipation than I was. "Everything will be fine. Calm down, little girl."
I swallowed a gulp of air as he stepped through our threshold.
When the door closed, I almost collapsed in shock.
"You okay, Karen?" Christine put a hand on my shoulder.
"Just - just fine, I'm okay. Really."
I retreated to what was currently my room, and collapsed on a massive pile of stuffed animals. A soft, cushy bed of them, that I'd collected ever since I was an actual little girl. I thought about how much my collection would have been worth, but I remembered what my father had said about their relative value to what he had owed.
Shame. I was overwhelmed with shame for reacting to this situation like that. This man walks into my home, a man who was exploiting our families sudden ruin, and I'm sitting there dumbfounded.
Because I find myself so ludicrously attracted to him. Honestly, he was the first person I've ever seen that did those sort of things to me. All the boys I encountered in high school were goofy looking idiots who just didn't do anything for me. Maybe I had a thing for older men?
Ty Warren was one hell of an older man. He was powerful, his handshake told me he was someone who would be in control. I wished for him to be in control of me.
I shook my head. This was just some rich asshole, I had to remind myself. Still, a man like him... My hands were taking on a mind of their own, drifting down my dress. What did he have beneath that suit? Never being with a man before, I had more than enough research to know what I wanted still. A strong, powerful fame, firm yet smooth muscles, not too hard, but not too soft. Then for those hands to pick me up, ravish me, care for me.
Down my body, under my skirt. Under my panties. Find their way to my most tender of parts. To be teased there.
He called me little girl, but I still wanted to be treated like a woman sometimes. The way he looked at me, that was the way a man looks at a woman. I slid my fingers past my nub and into my slit, continuing to do so, imagining a man there. Imagining Ty there. Imagining something so much more powerful than my fingers there, making every sensation I felt be so much more. My body being ravished as I was fucked, feeling the presence of another right there was I was being taken higher and higher toward ecstasy.
Him pounding my pussy, faster, harder, bringing me to greater and higher heights of bliss.
Letting the orgasm come and wash over me so intensely.
It was sweet, cumming like that as I leaned back even more.
The shame hit again right after, remembering who I was thinking about. The closest thing I had to a villain in my situation. I stood, straightened my clothes, grabbed a small towel and wiped the sweat off my brow and anywhere else. As far as my father knew, I was probably still his sweet baby girl who didn't have a single carnal thought in the world.
It didn't matter I was eighteen. In some ways, I was still a child – and a woman. It was a weird place to be, but I guess all girls have that period. Being faced with poverty looked like it was going to make me into a woman real quick, whether I liked it or not.
The doorbell sounded as I was leaving my room. I looked around the foyer and it seemed I was the closest one to respond to it, since our butler was laid off weeks ago. I darted down the stairs, and opened the door. There was a man in a black suit standing there, holding a massive teddy bear. It wasn't a cheap looking one either, myself being a sort of stuffed animal aficionado.
"Karen Van Hansen?"
"That's me, yes."
"This is for you."