Lena was lying naked on the large bed of the Crown suite. She was weakened and vulnerable, completely on display, and there was nothing she could do to protect her modesty. She remembered, then, that there was no longer a modesty to protect. Renz had taken her.
The coldness of the room made her smooth skin turn into gooseflesh. Her normally puffy, rose-colored nipples were hardened and erect, pointing directly to the ceiling. She shivered, weakly beginning to curl up towards her center to warm herself, but strong hands pressed against her shoulders, keeping her exposed.
"I'm cold," she murmured. Renz chuckled.
"You'll find I have many ways of keeping you warm," he whispered.
Lena felt his warm, wet mouth darting between her nipples, and her pussy throbbed in a reawakening ache. She was suddenly aware of just how empty she felt without him inside of her. His cock had filled her, stretched her far beyond what was comfortable, and without him, it felt like something was missing.
She hated the feeling.
"You're getting wet again, Lena," he said softly. Lena shook her head.
"No...no," she whimpered.
"Shh, Lena. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You love what I do to your little body with my mouth," Renz whispered. Lena squealed, for suddenly, it felt as if his mouth was covering every last inch of her naked, heated skin. She felt the warm wetness of his tongue on her breasts, swirling around and flicking her sensitive nipples. She felt it going lower, across her stomach, her ribs, the smooth triangle of her mound.
"Don't go any lower," Lena pleaded.
But his tongue did travel lower, and all of her resistance flowed out of her body and into his eager mouth. She felt his long, thick fingers surge inside of her as his tongue swirled around her sensitive clit, and Lena screamed.
Renz shifted up her body, sinking his fingers deeper inside of her. Lena stared into his smoldering eyes, tears welling in hers as his thumb pressed against the most sensitive part of her body. She shook her head as he began rubbing her swollen clit, trying to resist the sensations of her body more than resist his insistent touch.
Lena felt something bigger and harder pressing against her sore opening, and she began to panic, terrified of what it would feel like again.
"Please don't do that," Lena begged. Renz stared down at her, and pushed a strand of damp hair away from her flushed face.
"You will learn to love this, Lena. I promise, you will learn to love having me inside of you," he whispered. He pushed in, and Lena's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her small body was filled with him once more.
Lena groggily opened her eyes, images of her dream, or perhaps nightmare, haunting her consciousness. She felt dizzy, achy, and tormented. She could tell the sun was high in the sky, but she felt as if she hadn't slept a wink. Her head, legs, breasts, stomach...everything throbbed painfully. Part of her hoped that what she had experienced the night before had been a figment of her imagination as well as the vivid dream, but the raw soreness between her thighs reminded her of just how real it was.
She slowly sat up in the bed, doing her best to keep her nakedness and shame covered with the sheets. She looked around, and slowly became aware that she was alone in the room. Renz was gone.
Lena slowly got out of bed, wincing as her leg movements strained her sore internal walls. She saw her dress uniform and apron from the night before neatly folded on the vanity of the bedroom, and she carefully walked over to it. Before she could touch her clothes, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Immediately, she began to cry at the horrid sight.
There were bruises and bitemarks all over her body, particularly concentrated around her breasts, waist, and hips. She traced four red, long welts across her waist and onto her back with her fingertips, shocked at the realization that they were from Renz's rough grip.
Her eyes were red and puffy, and her neck was so dark and bruised that she felt she looked as if she had some form of skin disease. Her hair was a giant, tangled mess. Lena sighed, truly feeling more dreadful than ever.
She lowered her gaze, and saw a filmy white substance smeared between her upper thighs, with streaks of red. Lena's eyes widened in shock, and before she could calm herself, she retched into one of the vanity drawers, completely disgusted.
"Where in god's name have you been?! I've been worried sick! It's after noon!" Marie shrieked. Lena's ears began ringing at the sound of her voice, and she winced as a new headache began to form.
"I'm so sorry, Marie. I overslept," Lena replied meekly. Marie's face softened slightly at the pained expression on Lena's sweet features.
"What happened to you?" she asked, motherly concern overriding her employer-like impatience.
Lena wanted to tell her about what had happened, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. What Renz had done to her, what she had done with him, was shameful and primal. Marie would never look at her the same way again.
Lena shook her head, forcing a smile on her face.
"Nothing at all. Should I start with stripping the rooms?" Lena asked. Marie frowned.
"Lena, it is far too late to strip the rooms, I had Annette and Josephine take care of that. No, what I need you to do is prepare the solarium for tea," Marie replied. Lena nodded, feeling increasingly guilty for slacking on her normal duties.
"Right away. I'm so sorry for my lateness, Marie," she answered sincerely.
"I know you are. Don't disappoint me again today, please?" she asked kindly. Lena smiled.
"I promise I won't," she replied, rushing over to the kitchens.
"Please...Mr. Wolfenbarger...I need only another month. I will be coming into a great deal of money soon, and I will be able to repay everything you are owed. With interest," Jonathon said pleadingly.
Renz strolled around the ethereally illuminated solarium, enjoying the fragrance of the various exotic flowers. He paused at a particularly captivating bloom, gently beaded with crystal clear drops of dew. Its pink petals were not quite ready to meet the sun, and gracefully concealed a deep pink, almost red, mysterious center.
His cock began to throb at the thought of the delicious, wet petals between Lena's legs this flower reminded him of.
Renz cleared his throat. "Are you aware of how many times you have delivered precisely that rhetoric, Jonathon?" Renz queried, voice low and serious.
"Well, I—"
"Five times now, to be exact. I am not a man to show mercy. For mercy, to me, is merely the Christian word for weakness. But because of our long-standing history, I have granted you several extensions, far more than I usually offer. It is time to pay your debt," Renz replied coolly.
