As I walked back to the house the ache of my thigh was a constant reminder of his humiliating gesture. How dare he?! As if it wasn't enough to control every aspect of my life; he thought to play with me as well. I stormed into the foyer, slamming the door behind me. It shut with a loud crash, satisfying me ever so briefly. I kicked off my heels, one of them hitting the wall violently, and continued to the music room where the liquor was. I pulled out a decanter and sniffed it, pulling back a little at the strength of the smell. I poured myself a glass, smiling grimly, and added two ice cubes. Swirling it around I took a long swallow and grimaced. Bourbon. It wasn't exactly to my taste but the burning sensation that slid down my throat was soothing compared to everything else that had happened to me today.
I'd been fucked three ways to Tuesday and what had I gotten out of it? That gave me pause. Another swallow, slower this time, as I curled up in front of the dark fireplace. I had gotten some very nice clothes, all to his taste of course, and a beautiful place to live. Really there was nothing that I could claim for myself here, except for my body and that small glass frog sitting desolately on my vanity. Actually, I wasn't even sure that my body was mine anymore. I sipped even more slowly, starting to calm down. I had made my choice and I would have to be content with it.
I finished my drink and then, to rid myself of the final remnants of my anger, I threw the glass into the fireplace. The satisfying shatter of the crystal allowed me to concentrate on my other pressing need. As angry as I was I still needed to get off and I certainly wasn't doing it myself. I headed up to my room. Sitting down at the vanity, I absently ran my fingers over the frog. The smooth feeling of the glass brought me a smidgeon of comfort. I changed into one of the silky negligees he'd bought for me. It felt like a black night, especially with the mood I was in, but instead I chose a pale pink. Looking at myself in the mirror, I carefully let down my hair, wincing as I pulled out the many pins that Ameris had put in such a short while ago. I brushed it out, loving the gleaming golden length caressing my bare skin. I looked beautiful, but then again, I always looked beautiful. I set down the brush and walked across the hall, knocking softly on Randall's door.
A pair of plaid pajama pants rode low on his hips and he adjusted his rectangular reading glasses. The look on his face was a cross between surprised and pleased. I brushed past him, trailing my fingers over his taunt stomach, letting my nails lightly scratch him. The door shut, the tell-tale clicking of the lock told me my trip hadn't been in vain. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. Leaning back on one arm I met his eyes, a small smile playing at the corner of my mouth. I turned my head to the side and glanced at his night stand.
"A bit of light reading?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. I picked up a copy of Les Miserable.
He looked at me sheepishly, before taking it back.
"Occasionally I like to attempt to expand my mind. This job gives me plenty of time. But unless I miss my guess, you didn't come here to talk."
He put it back on his nightstand and looked down at me. He turned away, setting his glasses on top of the book. I sat patiently, now that I was here I wasn't quite sure how to handle myself. There was something about him that made me pause.
"I could have come here to talk." I said coyly. I wanted him, but I couldn't just use him. He intrigued me. There was much more to him then what he presented I was sure.
"Wearing that?" His eyebrow raised and he stepped towards me. His gaze drifted across the low neckline of the negligee. He stood directly in front of me. If he stood any closer and I wouldn't have any trouble reaching out and touching him.
"It's not like I have much of a choice on what I get to wear to bed." I said, sounding a bit defensive. "You should see the wardrobe I get to choose from, it was built for sex."
He shrugged and moved closer, pressing his leg between mine, forcing me to allow him even closer. He bent down, his breath hot against my neck.
"But you could have worn underwear." he whispered. His lips teased the spot below my ear and I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. His fingertips stroked across the top of my neckline, tracing the edge of the garment. His was a sweet touch, something much more to my taste at the moment than the rough treatment I'd been receiving lately. I pulled back a bit, cupping his face in my hand as I drew him in for a kiss. I explored his mouth. The soft fullness of his lips welcomed me, as did the warm depths of his mouth. He tasted like wine and spice, a heady taste that I wanted more of. I slid my tongue along his upper lip, arching my back to move my body closer to his. I felt my breasts brush against his stomach and my nipples hardened. I let go, leaning back on my elbows.
My legs were slightly spread and the negligee had ridden up leaving me bare to his eyes. I watched his gorgeous eyes go smoky as he traced one long finger up my thigh, and I sighed when he touched it to my aching clit. He rubbed me, his other hand dipping into the negligee to tease my breast. I closed my eyes and let the sensation fill me. Flesh on flesh. I felt the wet heat of his tongue as he circled my nipple and when he leaned forward I felt the hard bulge of him heavy in his pants. I reached for him, caressing him through the fabric. His quick intake of breath was enough of an encouragement for me. I tugged the waistband down and let them fall around his knees, my hand wrapping earnestly around the hard length of him.
Before I knew what was happening he'd pulled away and repositioned. He buried himself in me and I moaned softly. This was exactly what I'd needed. He drove me higher, his hands holding my hips up so he could penetrate deeper. He was relentless, moving ever harder. I felt myself shatter and cried out, clenching tightly around him. I heard an answering moan from him as he spasmed inside me. We lay there for a minute, coming down from the erotic high.
"Thanks." I murmured.
"My pleasure." he replied, breathless.
I moved then, rolling away and heading for the door.
"You could stay here tonight if you want." he said, a note of wistfulness in his voice.
I turned and smiled at him.
"I'd never get any rest." I said and slipped back across the hall.
When I awoke the next morning it was to the delightful smell of coffee brewing somewhere in the house. My body ached from the numerous excursions into the sensual that I'd had yesterday, but it was merely a reminder of all that was to come. Grabbing the red silk robe that hung from the door I followed my nose to the glorious smell. Randall was in the kitchen. His back was to the door as he stirred a cup of coffee. I took a moment to admire his body, but then my stomach rumbled and I realized that I was starving. I delved into the cupboard nearest to me and discovered a box of Cocoa Crispies. Unable to resist I located a bowl and spoon and sat down at the counter.
"Good morning." he said, his voice smooth and sexy.
"Morning," I mumbled around my mouthful of cereal. Swallowing quickly I added, "Did you sleep well?"
He just smiled at me, that carelessly sexy and charismatic grin that I was already addicted to. He left the kitchen, taking his coffee with him. I quickly finished eating and left the bowl in the sink, heading back to my room and the pleasures of that amazing shower.
I didn't relax in the shower, there was no time. I was expected up at the main house for etiquette lessons. Etiquette lessons, like I didn't know how to behave. I had no idea Dominic's idea of behavior.
Dominic greeted me at the door. In his hand hung a red leather collar. It was delicate I supposed, for a collar. My hair was left down as I had been instructed for the day. He gently brushed it aside and I tilted my head, submissive for the moment. Last night had been a bit of an epiphany for me. If I needed to cloak my personality a bit to be here I would, but I would not let him break me. There were certain things I was willing to do to keep the interesting situation I had fallen into.
"Very good," he said.
I followed him deeper into the house, finally being able to view it a bit more. It was much more grand than the guesthouse. The front hall was a showcase for art. It wasn't quirky deco, or anything as usual as modern art. This room was a showcase for the masters of Impressionism and Abstraction. I recognized a few of the paintings from the art classes I had taken in college. Not that my almost finished degree meant anything to the people here. They weren't interested in who I was, only what I could be.
"I know Ameris has already laid down the basics for you. I intend to clarify them a bit more. I'm expecting a friend for dinner tonight, and you will be present. What I wish is that you behave at all times like a lady, even though you are not. For tonight you don't need to worry much, I'm sure that your own manner of behavior will suit just fine. I expect aloofness, perhaps a slight touch of coldness. You are of course allowed to enter into the conversation if you are addressed. However, I do not want you to be overly friendly. We are all collectors of a sort. Some people collect art, antiques, etc. You will find that all my associates share an interest in human beauty."
I was attentive to his words as I followed him through the house. I needed to learn as much about him as I could.
"There is always a bit of competition between us, and Alexis do remember, I always like to win. Whatever you do, whatever you feel, do not let me see you show a preference to another over me. There is nothing else you could do that would anger me more. My friends are often as enchanting and charismatic as I am, and so you may find this difficult. Now enough of that, you still must learn a few things before tonight."
I nodded my understanding, obviously he didn't need me to answer. I was sure that he had this practically scripted. I was starting to get bored though, my attention span was only so long. We had apparently reached our destination because he stopped before a gorgeously ornate door. He pushed the door open and I was looking into the most masculine bedroom I'd ever seen.
The mahogany sleigh bed was magnificent. There were no curtains on the windows and the walls were a deep brown. The whole room was dark and yet had a strangely warm feel to it. The furniture was all perfectly matched to the bed and there was not a thing out of place.
