The next morning Marcus got up before Valerie awakened. He had her day planned, and he was certain, if things went according to plan, Valerie could be easily managed into a life he would enjoy. So, dressed and off work, plans in order, Marcus drove away.
Valerie heard a car pull away. She yawned herself awake, and spun around on the bed. She and Marcus had slept together in the main bedroom. She reflected on how they cuddled. Valerie had lain with her back to his chest. He had an erection most of the night. She recalled how it had rubbed and throbbed against the cheeks of her ass. She thought about his hands. She had lain with his left arm under her head, but his right hand had spent a good part of the night toying with her breasts. He had taken his thumb and his palm to caress and arouse her nipples.
She thought about how much time his hand had spent between her legs. He had rubbed his fingers up and down her slit. He even occasionally pinched her labia together. She thought about how he had used his fingers to rub her clitoral hood and her clitoris. Once he had taken his index finger and squeezed into her ass. At first she wasn't sure if she liked it, but he kept pushing in and out at the entrance to her ass. It started to excite her.
Valerie remembered how he'd called the crevice to her ass her peach. She had gotten so aroused from his fondling that she'd even had a small orgasm. She had pretended to be asleep after her excitement, and she reflected afterward on how he had taken his whole hand and squeezed her entire pussy. It was like he was claiming her as his. She loved the feeling, and loved the thought of him.
Holding out her left hand she looked at the ring on her finger. This was the proof she needed that showed he loved her. This ring was irrefutable evidence that he had claimed her, and she was his, not because she loved him, but because he loved her. This ring was her badge of honor, her trophy. She took her fingers and rubbed her pussy, but then thought better of what she was doing. Then she put her fingers back down to her clitoris again. It would be so easy to get off. She pulled them back away again. No. She wanted him to do the touching. When he gets home she wanted to be ready. Shit! She was ready right now.
Valerie slipped her fingers back between her labia. She tickled her woman's lips with her fingertips. It felt so good. No this was wrong, perverted even. She did this kind of stuff when she was fifteen. She stopped. In her mind she said I'm saving myself for the man I love. She squeezed her legs together. No, she couldn't wait. Back to her pussy both hands went. She tickled, squeezed, and fondled herself for more than an hour. Every now and then it felt so good she had to stop. She'd lay backward and covered her head and face with one arm while the other was still reaching and rubbing her lower abdomen. Then she'd surrender again and take both hands down for some more fondling. Finally something happened. Wow. What a relief!
Valerie lay there on the bed. The bed sheet was damp with her stuff. She rolled over on her stomach and pushed herself against the bed sheet. Mm. What she wanted to do was touch herself some more. She rolled back on her back. She put the fingers of her hand to her nose and sniffed. She put one in her mouth and tasted it. Yep! Still tastes like salted fish. Why do men like it she wondered? She took her hands and rubbed up and down her chest. She rubbed her breasts. She took her fingers and tweaked her nipples. She rubbed up and down the sides of her face and around her ears. She felt the diamond earrings. She took her fingertips and massaged her head, the nape of her neck. Taking the palms of her hands she rubbed them over her nipples. She took her arms and squeezed her breasts together.
She rolled on her stomach again and reached back to her ass. She rubbed her ass cheeks. She took a finger and pushed it in her peach! Peach! Ha! Only a man could have invented a word like that! She didn't push in very far. Not far! It sure felt strange. She thought. What am I doing? I may never get out of bed. I could do this all day! Better not.
Leaning up on her elbows Valerie looked around the room. "This is where we'll sleep, dress, bathe, and make love. She could smell his after-shave, his smell. Her smell now too. Her mind wandered. Here are his things, and I'm here with them. This is where I belong. This is what it's like to be happy. Sitting all the way up she espied a folded note. Getting out of bed she went to the table, opened, and read it.
Valerie, darling:
I'm off to work. Call downstairs and ask for one the girls, Hilda or Hannah. They'll show you what you need to do next. Later tonight we're having a guest to dinner. You'll serve. Be a good girl. Have a great day!
Marcus
Valerie considered the content. Get Hilda and Hannah. Get ready to be a server tonight. Be a good girl. Not real romantic! Men were like that she supposed.
It was time to get going. In the bathroom she found all the accouterments she needed. She bathed, washed her hair, and made herself up. She applied her make up exactly the same way she'd been doing, a little of this and a little of that. Using two white ribbons she tied her hair back into pert little pigtails. Behind the bathroom door on a hanger she found an outfit. It included a translucent peter-pan collar short sleeved button up blouse. The edges of the collar and sleeves were trimmed in white lace. The blouse was tailored to fit her breasts and help hold them in place. She thought it wasn't like having a bra, but it was comfortable and did provide some support. She pulled on a very cute looking little baby blue bib overall set. A pair of white knee-high stockings and a pair of pretty little white tennis shoes finished the outfit. Looking herself over in the mirror she thought she looked like a little girl. Then she thought better of it. Actually she looked like a grown woman dressed in a sexy little girl outfit. She sort of giggled to herself. This makes me look like every teenage boy's wet dream.
Feeling lighthearted and happy Valerie sashayed down the stairs and skipped her way into the kitchen. She was feeling youthful, silly, ebullient, and maybe a little foolish all at the same time. She hadn't felt so good in years. She asked the first person she saw if they knew where Hilda or Hannah could be found. Valerie was told Hilda was in the study, so she made her way there. In the study she found the woman she was seeking. "Good morning Hilda. Marcus said you had something for me."
Hilda saw Valerie come in. Thinking this was about the happiest she'd seen anyone in a long time she answered. "Good morning Ms. Carlyle." Then giving Valerie the once over she added. "My. Don't you look to be about the prettiest little thing south of the North Pole? Turn around so I can see you."
Valerie smiled and gave Hilda a 360.
"You are one beautiful little girl. It's no wonder Mr. Burke wants to keep you around." Hilda went on. "Mr. Burke left some things here for me to show you. Are you prepared for a day in front of the computer?"
"Thank you for the compliment." She started to not too discreetly wave her left hand around in the air.
Hilda looked at her hand and gasped. "My! What on earth do you have?"
"Oh nothing. Just something Marcus gave me last night."
Hilda reached out and held her fingers. "That's beautiful, just beautiful. Does this mean what I think it does?"
Smiling, Valerie answered. "Yes. It does."
