DISCLAIMER:
ALL CHARTERS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS WORK OF FICTION ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER.
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Tapping of high heels on solid wooden floors echoed loudly in Lua's ears.
Feelings of nausea turned summersaults in the pit of her stomach as sounds of fingernails rapping lightly on the wall outside the nursery door hung in the air.
She knew that meant The Mistress was near.
"Sleep well, sweet boy."
Lua soothed, running her fingers across his cheek.
Lua stared at the slumbering infant for long moments.
The circular, golden crib that held him in the center of the room creaked under the weight of Lua's trembling arms.
She couldn't help but to think that the next time she saw his innocent face that she was likely to not to have her innocence any longer.
The thought made her more afraid than angry.
Lua wanted nothing more than to explain to Mrs. Bateman that she was unable to hold up her end of the bargain.
To be able to go home and spend the long weekend with her family in their run down apartment was what she really wanted.
But Lua knew that'd be almost impossible to accomplish.
She'd signed a contract.
Two in fact.
The first one stated that Lua was not to abstain from performing or receiving any of the miscellaneous acts The Mistress deemed 'Fit' during the duration of the following one night and three days.
No matter how difficult, painful or far The Mistress wanted the ordeal to go, Lua had no rights to stop her.
And the other simply vowing her silence afterwards.
The agreement hadn't been an easy one.
Infact Mrs. Bateman had given Lua several days to weigh out her options, Go over the contract and make a decision.
The task seemed simple, But the fear of not knowing what Mrs. Bateman could potentially do to her was damaging.
The woman had offered Lua the world served up on a golden platter in exchange for three days of unknown 'Favors'.
Tears burned the girl's eyes as she remembered signing her name on the dotted lined.
She'd been so engulfed in the prospect of having enough riches to uproot her family out of poverty that she hadn't thought twice about the consequences.
But now that it was too late Lua realized that for three days every inch of her being belonged to Mrs. Bateman.
Glancing once more over the sleeping baby Lua turned quickly on her heel and crept towards the door.
Stepping over toy after expensive toy was no easy task so Lua kept her eyes on the floors beneath her.
She'd quietly made a mental note to politely ask the housemaid's to organization Noah's untidy nursery.
Glancing up breifly from her thoughts, Her breath immediately caught in her throat as she observed Mrs. Bateman standing solemnly in the wide doorway.
The woman seemed to be admiring Lua as a soft smile crossed her immaculate face.
The young girl stayed silent and took mental images of the beautiful woman in front of her.
She was terrifyingly gorgeous.
The way her light blue evening gown shimmered against the dim lighting of the hallway made Lua squint.
Mrs. Bateman seized her bottom lip with her teeth seductively and Lua carefully stepped away from her intimidating presence.
The mistress smirked, Showing a deep dimple in her left cheek.
"You're so good to my son."