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𝐚𝐩𝐭 𝟔𝟔𝟔 - plaything

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June 8th, 2019
12:07am

Rose stared as Richard pulled into a large loft apartment condo that was a block away from the beach. Her mind was blown, he could practically see in her expression that she wasn't going to hold back on wanting an explanation. Parking promptly,  he gestured for Rose to follow once out the vehicle. Quietly, she walked behind him as they entered the place. Her head was bowed low as he spoke to the desk person, the name "Margaret Booth" was dropped a few times. The person perked up and handed over a set of keys, "The place was left in its original state, except a few changes— we never expected anyone to claim the place." He smiled sheepishly while pacing toward the elevator for the pair to follow. "But the bank kept covering the charges, it's crazy to hear she had an inheritance set up— as young as she was."

Inheritance? Did she leave an inheritance under Richards name?

Staring at Richard, she could practically see how cocky he was acting. Hell, he was walking as if he owned the damn place. "Well, here it is— enjoy your stay Mr.Ramirez!— " the worker paused for a second with a chuckle and eyed Richard. "Has anyone ever told you, you look like The Night Stalker?" Richard visibly smirked, "I get it all the time, he was pretty hot in his time." He shrugged his shoulder with a dark chuckle, The desk person smiled back and nodded, "Well, do tell Mrs.Booth we miss her dearly." The worker dismissed himself as Richard opened the door, he entered and so did Rose. "Before you ask, yes— she left all her inheritance set up for me." Rose nodded slightly, "She figured that stepping back into Camp Redwood could potentially lead to a mess and so temporarily everything was transferred to me." He grinned, "But that temporary turned into forever after they turned her physical body to goop in that wood chipper."

Rose listened while closing the door and turned to admire the place, it was absolutely beautiful. It had the most amazing view toward the city and the beach. Richard was too busy looking through everything and fiddling with the television with bug eyes. Keeping Up With The Kardashians was on, a frown spread across his face. "Why are their thigh proportions so tiny compared to their asses?" The girl couldn't help but to laugh out while covering her mouth with a giggle, "Plastic Surgery has figured everything out— no thigh transfers yet though." She paused to think, was there thigh transfers? Was that a thing? Shrugging to herself, she really didn't know.

Richard stayed glued on the TV while she curiously began looking around, she stepped into a bedroom and opened a closet. It was full to the brim with designer clothes for women— it was all mostly stuff from the 80s. There was a few shopping bags on the ground that looked untouched. Quietly, she knelt down and looked through them. The bags contained the cutest tops and jeans, a little big for her size— but baggy was in, no? Without announcing his presence, Richard stood behind Rose and knelt down. His chin resting on her shoulder, the hairs on her back stood up. "You can keep all her things, unless you don't like them." Rose nodded in silence, "I'm going to shower." She muttered, "I reek of dirt and sweat." Personally, she wanted to shift away from Richard to avoid him smelling her in that state: it was gross.

"Mm you smell nice, I don't know what you're talking about." He pressed his face into the crook of her neck and breathed in, her body tensed up in retaliation of the sudden discomfort. "You smell of daisies and lilac, a hint of sweat." He chuckled, causing Rose to yank away— only for her to be pulled back in. "What are you doing?" She grimaced with a snappy tone, "Holding you?" Rose tensed up even more and pulled away. "Let's not establish anything between us if I'm only here for your personal use— just to be discarded later on." She stood up and grabbed a random white sleeping gown and robe, "Why not? It could make things more fun." Richard grinned from below, caressing her legs with his fingertips— moving up toward the surface of her inner thighs. Rose glared. "No thank you, I'll only get hurt in the end." She turned around and walked off, Richard left behind on the ground with a small smirk.

Stepping into the bathroom, she locked the door and began to strip off her clothes. It felt nice to finally take them off, they had started to feel heavy with dirt after two days in them. Running the water until it was warm, she stepped in and let her tense muscles relax at the soothing feeling of the water taking over the surface of her exposed body. Humming under her breath she continued her shower until about twenty-ish minutes. Afterwards, she pulled her nude body out and searched for a towel— to no avail, she found none. "How can you be stinking rich and not have any towels in your bathroom?" Rose grunted in annoyance, pulling on the white nightgown while muttering a few curse words under her mouth. Glancing in the mirror, the fabric had become damp and stuck on her wet skin. It was slightly see through to an extent. Rolling her eyes at her reflection, she crossed her arms across her chest and made her way out of the bathroom, her hair dripping down on the thin sleeping fabric, which quickly absorbed the water.

"Well your soul looks rather appetizing." Richard called from afar, Rose ignored. She could hear his foot steps approaching as she walked into the guest bedroom. It had a nice baby pink furniture/bed theme. It looked rather soft and vintage. Booth sure had a thing for "innocence" and "purity" judging from her attires and the way the entire place was themed softly. While stuck in her thoughts, Rose was pushed onto the bed from behind. She ended up flat on her stomach, completely vulnerable while Richard chuckled behind her. "You're just going to ignore me?" He questioned, pinning her down with his weight. His belt buckle pressing against her lower back.

"Quit playing Richard." She mumbled, trying to fight his weight off. "Why? I want to play with you." She could feel the bottom of the nightgown being softly pushed up her legs as his fingers trailed up toward her inner thighs, Rose's stomach began to bubble and a strange feeling surfaced between her legs. "You're awfully silent now." Richard lightly gripped her thigh before continuing his journey up between her legs. Leaning below her, he tugged the gown away from her shoulder and began to kiss and suck on it. Lightly, his fingers snuck up on her soaking entrance. A satisfied hum escaped his lips while teasing around her clit. Rose hid her flushed face in a pillow and stifled a moan while raising her hips up toward his fingers. Richard bit down hard on her shoulder, causing a cry of pain from the girl— before abruptly pulling away.

Rose sat up and looked at the male across from her, he stared with a prowling smile while licking and sucking his fingers clean, "Sweet." He mumbled with a pause, "Guess I won't be playing with you tonight sugar."

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Authors Note:
Sorry for the delayed update my loves. Life has been rather hectic and for a moment, I lost my inspiration to write. Although, I promise to update as I used to before, every day. I appreciate all the votes and reading you beauties do! I truly mean it!
Happy reading,

Kira.