THORNE: Rose's Dark Contract

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by R. B. O'Brien


  “No. No problem, Will. It’s just…this one seems a little unprepared. We usually have all this set up before they come. You usually have all your homework done. This just isn’t like you. What’s with the impatience?”

  She was too fucking perceptive, but it was one of the reasons I trusted her so much, one of the many reasons. She saw things other people did not. And she was right. When I went to the coffee house, I didn’t expect to order Victoria over here that soon. It just happened. I was impatient when it came to Victoria. And it was the way she had looked at me that first time I kissed her. Those…those god-damned eyes.

  Jennifer was staring at me. I shook my head. “Please, Jennifer, just do your job.” And I left to get ready to go on my date.

  Chapter Three

  I had been dating Olivia on and off for about six months. She was refined, beautiful, smart, educated, and she was a good fuck from time to time. Truth be told, she was a good companion to have for engagements, events.

  My personal assistant, however, was simply my fuck toy, the toy to my amusements, my whims, my kinky, sadistic tendencies, and the key to my sanity honestly. Don’t get me wrong. I liked kinky sex with every woman, but with my personal assistant, it ran deeper, heartless, unapologetic. In short, it was part of the job description, no messy strings attached. I paid handsomely for it. And I paid handsomely for the discretion of it. To the outside world, my personal assistant was just that, a well-paid employee.

  And Jennifer would explain all of that to Victoria before I got home in detail. The women I dated could never know the true nature of my PA’s, and because Victoria, like all of my previous PA’s, would be living under the same roof as me, she had to understand her place. One of my PA’s did not understand that and tried to blackmail me. Punishment had to be justly awarded. My wealth and connections run deep. Victoria would soon understand that. I can be ruthless, on many levels. I simply don’t play fair when I need to get something done.

  When I arrived home with Olivia after our date, Victoria was in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of orange juice. God. She stopped me in my tracks, she looked so beautiful. I saw Olivia’s reaction right away. Victoria had no concept of her beauty, which made her that much more desirable to me. Her tight, black yoga pants and see-through white tank top, though casual, I could have killed Jennifer, were fucking sexy. Her hair was in a loose, cute bun, but her eyes, those eyes looked sad, like she had been crying. Why did that make me feel bad and aroused at once? Why did I have the urge to scoop her up in my arms?

  She halted in her tracks when she saw Olivia and me embracing for a kiss, and I saw a flash of pain flit across her face.

  I sliced through the unbearable tension. “Good evening, Victoria. How do you feel?” There was actual sincerity in my voice.

  She gazed too intently into my eyes for my comfort. No PA of mine had ever dared look at me that way in front of others. I didn’t know if she was purposely doing it or if she was just that clueless. I would need to talk to her firmly tomorrow.

  She tried to cover her chest, embarrassed at exposing her breasts this way, but she was unsuccessful, and I couldn’t help but stare at them. “I have been better, but by work Monday, I should be fine. Enjoy your evening.”

  “Goodnight,” I said rather brusquely, shocking even myself. “Shall we?” I took Olivia’s hand to go to my bedroom as we always did.

  “Who is that, William? Is she sick or something? Why’d you ask her how she feels?” Olivia asked. I could hear concern and worry in her voice. Shit.

  “My new PA.”

  “She’s awfully attractive.”

  I know, I thought in my head. All of my PA’s were, but Victoria had an incomparable natural beauty. “Please,” I tsked. “She comes highly recommended. I need a good assistant. I won’t even see her. You know how much I work.”

  With that, I coaxed Olivia into my master bedroom, off the kitchen, tied her hands above her head, gagged her so I didn’t have to listen to her, pushed on a condom, and fucked her, hard. For some reason, I felt angry.

  As Olivia lay sleeping in my bedroom the next morning, I made my way to the kitchen. I was restless. And there she sat again, shivering, crying like a lost puppy. It put me on edge.

  “Victoria? What are you doing down here? Get back to your room. Now.” I’m not sure why I was so impatient with her. I did tell her she could use the kitchen at her leisure. It was her tears. I actually fucking felt bad.

  “Do you love her? That woman in there?”

  I laughed out loud. “That is none of your business. Are you telling me you’re jealous?”

  God damn it. I think she was. And god damn it, if I didn’t feel a pang of guilt. Was it because I stole her virginity only to use it against her in a game of control?

  She just stood up and left to go to her room. And I felt…I had no fucking idea what I felt.

  I went back in and snuggled into Olivia until 11:00 am.

  “Wake up, William.” Olivia’s voice startled me. “I gotta run. Have to run the benefit today. See you next weekend?” She kissed me long and hard, and I tweaked her nipples as she moaned. “William. Do I really have to wait until next weekend?” she whined.

  “Yes.” I smiled. “Next weekend.”

  I walked her to the door, kissed her goodbye, and when I walked back in, Victoria was standing right there, again. And it pissed me off. This shit needed to be stopped. And then, as I drew closer to her, something shifted. I felt her heat, my heat, and without willing it, I wanted her. Why did she make me feel this way? I really wanted her. And I was going to have her again, sooner rather than later.

  “Have you been thinking about me?” I questioned her, making her uncomfortable, as I bridged the gap between us.

  But instead of falling into my spell, she turned away from me and ran off, heading up in the direction of her room. “Fuck you, Mr. Thorne,” she whispered sarcastically, completely surprising me.

  What? Who did she think she was? Had Jennifer not explained her beck-and-call position here? Had she forgotten to read all the paper work?

  I yelled out. “Jennifer?”

  Jennifer came from out of her wing of the house. We had bought the place together, vowing during childhood that we would be on top, not the tobacco pricks. “What? Is everything okay?” She drew a sweater around her body.

  “Did you explain Ms. Rose’s position to her clearly? Her role? My expectations?”

  “Yes. Why?”

  “She doesn’t seem to understand, and she’s acting like a jealous girlfriend.”

  “Well,” Jennifer said slowly. “She’s a little…naïve, Will. No. I take that back, extraordinarily naïve. Haven’t you deduced that yet? You might want to cut your losses now. Go back to the open pool. Find someone else.”

  “I will go talk to her,” and I stormed off.

  When I made it to the top of the stairs, I knocked, and she didn’t respond. I turned the knob to find it locked. I took my key and opened the door. She was naked, in the process of getting on a pair of new underwear. A thong I realized. Aaah. Jennifer. She did have a sense of humor.

  “Stop. This is my room, isn’t it? Get out! ” She was trying to be angry with me, firm, confident, and it turned me on. But I heard her voice crack.

  I walked directly over to her, ripped the barely-there, lace underpants from out of her hands, and threw her onto the bed. She was so tiny, so petite, but I couldn’t help but gawk at the way my force swayed her large breasts as if they purposely taunted me.

  Before she could utter another word, I stuffed the lace fabric into her mouth, took both her tiny wrists into one of my hands, and thrust them above her head. Fear, lust, a widening of her pupils.

  “You’re mine. Do you understand? You agreed to this. Jennifer explained this to you. I explained this to you. This is your last chance. I will let you leave today. We will never speak again. But if you decide to stay, never again will you speak to me like that. Never again will you refuse me. Never again,
while you’re my employee, will you have a say.”

  She squirmed and struggled under me, and I couldn’t resist. I took my free hand and placed a lone finger lightly between her legs. She held her legs tightly together. But my lips quirked into a smile, as I felt the wet, creamy arousal that I knew would be there.

  “I guess you have been thinking of me,” I teased. “Poor baby.” I could be so unkind. Intimidating. Commanding. I didn’t particularly like that about myself. But it was who I was. Who I had become. I had accepted it. “Open up for me,” I stated. “Or would you rather I tie you up?”

  Her eyes rolled into the back of her head that way they did when her body involuntarily responded to me and her breathing hitched, but she wouldn’t budge her legs. Her face flushed with heat, humiliated at her body’s betrayal.

  I took my finger and slowly, deliciously softly touched her wet slit, up and down, stroking her wet lips and folds, as her moaning began and her legs lost the will to fight. Slowly she opened up to me, willingly, her breathing shallow. I tried to suppress my chuckle.

  “That’s right, baby. Just like the little rose you are,” and I began circling her clit gently as she moaned into her makeshift gag. It brought a wide smile to my face.

  I released the panties from her mouth so I could hear her moan and released her wrists.

  Her eyes opened and widened, and we stared at each other. Her eyes held so much emotion, so much hope, so much embarrassment, so much panic. I should have let her go there and then. But I couldn’t. I was twisted and sick and demented, and I simply had to have her. The only way I knew how. The only way a monster could.

  “What’ll it be, Victoria? Stay and suffer the consequences, or leave while I’m letting you?”

  I couldn’t control myself. I began an earnest assault on her clit, circling and rubbing as I watched her lose control to me. “Oh god. William.” And she completely submitted, all the fight leaving her body. She moaned in anguish and pleasure at once.

  “You like this, don’t you?” I could feel her body tensing and I drew back a little, chuckling when she whimpered.

  “Why? Why are you doing this? Please…” she panted.

  “Why am I doing this?” I taunted, bringing her close to orgasm again, and then pulling away ever so slightly to make her listen to me. “This is a mutually beneficial arrangement, that’s why. You provide me with what I need, no strings attached, and in return, you get a mighty fine salary and stability to do whatever you want when it’s over. Do something with that music degree, move somewhere else, whatever you choose… it’s only three months, remember that. But you’ll make more money in three months than most well-off people make in three years.”

  As I spoke, my aloof tone began to change, as I stared into the depths of her emotional eyes, her body so perfect, so flawless, so innocent, so in need of a teacher. She was on the verge of coming again. Her whole body was flush, her cheeks hot, her lips so red and swollen, I worried I’d never tire of her. She was panting, her chest trying desperately to provide the air she needed. And I softened unexpectedly.

  “And just think, you may just enjoy it; in fact, you already do, and it’s only been one night. Just look at you. You wouldn’t be so wet for me if you didn’t. And if my memory serves me correctly, you came here willingly. I did not kidnap you, Victoria. You want this.”

  “Oh, William, please,” she begged.

  I smiled at her writhing, her begging, her uncontrollable response to me, and then I kissed her, never removing my touch from between her legs. “Yes. Go ahead. I will let you come for me.”

  “Oh god, yes, William,” and she exploded on my fingers as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, absorbing her cries and moans. Tears poured down her face, and I licked them as she continued to contract her muscles around my fingers.

  Finally she stilled, and I stroked her cheeks to wipe away her tears. “See, baby. You like it. Give it time. You might just be begging me for another three months and another and another.”

  She said nothing for what seemed like an eternity and then finally, she said, “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.” I almost didn’t hear her, she spoke so softly.

  Again, she caught me completely off guard, as if punching me in the stomach, and I felt I needed to warn her again, give her a fighting chance. “If you’re afraid, Victoria, leave. You should be afraid. I’ve already told you that. I will not be nice to you. Understand what I’m telling you. This is a business arrangement. Nothing more.”

  She blinked up at me through her tears, and in an instant, I wanted to hold her again, but I pushed those feelings down, as she spoke. “But you have been nice to me. I never knew it would feel like that,” she said shyly.

  “Like what?” I had no idea what she was talking about, and my anger was rising again, as she kept derailing me.

  “It’s the best feeling of my entire life. This kind of ecstasy. Having an orgasm. You giving me one. I’m sure it’s what people must feel when they’re flying high on drugs.”

  “I’m glad it felt good, for your first time,” I conceded. God damn it. That guilt again.

  “Except…”

  “Except what?” Was she actually going to tell me she wasn’t a virgin? But that blood?

  “Now, it just hurts,” she said, pushing past a lump I heard in her throat.

  “I will have Jennifer draw you a bath with some oils,” I said abruptly. “The first time can be painful. It won’t be after a time.” Why did I care if it was?

  “That’s not what I meant, William…I…”

  I cut her off. “That’s enough, Victoria.”

  Jesus Christ. I needed to buck up, quit all this tender bullshit. I was not looking for a relationship; I was looking for a sex puppet, a toy. She needed to shit or get off the pot.

  I spoke to her firmly, distantly. “If you are gone when I return, I will not think twice about it. In fact, I will completely understand. I wouldn’t blame you for one second. But, if you are still here, and you defy me again, you will be punished, Victoria, there will be consequences, and you will be let go. Read the contract, the materials I left with you again. Understand what you’re getting into. Embrace it. Or leave.” I waited for her to speak.

  She whispered, “I have nowhere to go. I told you that.”

  “I will help you if you choose to leave. I will get you another job. But, if you choose to stay, you are mine. All mine. In fact, if you’re still here when I return, I am going to start on you tonight. I am going to tie you up and have my way with you. Tonight. Training. Starts. Tonight. Do you understand? No escape. Think long and hard about that.”

  I got up, kissed her, and left her there, breathless. And I thought I heard her whisper, “Yes.”

  Why the thought of her saying yes made me smile, I wasn’t sure, but deep down I was praying for her to stay when I could have just found someone else. Was it that I liked the conquest? Her innocence? That I had taken her virginity, that she was truly mine, and only mine? But I knew something was off. And somewhere in the back of my mind, the truth nagged me. I was becoming possessive of her…Fuck. I needed to clear my head.

  Chapter Four

  “Your beauty awaits. Bathed. Primped. Waxed. Ready to be tortured,” Jennifer rolled her eyes but smiled at me. “Paperwork is all signed. How was your run?”

  “Long,” I admitted. I didn’t think my head would ever clear so I couldn’t stop running.

  She gave me a knowing look. We went way back. We held secrets together. Dark secrets.

  “Seriously, dude. I might just tap that when you’re done.” She tried to joke, to shake the thoughts that she knew plagued my mind, the thoughts that rarely let me sleep for more than a few hours each night, the thoughts of who I knew I was.

  “Oh shut up. She’s not your type and you know it.”

  “I could be persuaded,” she said seriously. “Her skin - so white, so soft. And clean bill of health. She was already on birth control for abnormal periods, lucky you. And I wil
l see to it that she takes it religiously each morning. You won’t have to use condoms. By talking to her and examining her, you did indeed take away her virginity. I wish it had been me.” She winked.

  “That’s enough, Jenn. Go call your butch girlfriend.” I was becoming annoyed, but I had to admit, this banter was exactly what I needed to get out of my funk. She knew me well.

  “Is William Augustus Thorne jealous? Holy mother fucking shit.”

  “Jealous of what? Get out of here.”

  “In all seriousness William, she’s rather lovely. Be careful with this one. This is unusual for you. God. Her breasts. Real. They. Are. Real. Just like the color of the hair on her head. They’re beautiful. Huge. It took five stores before I could find her a bra that didn’t look like something a grandmother might wear. I will have to special order some for her. If I were you, I’d never be able to leave them alone.” I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. I happened to feel the exact same way.

  “Jenn, don’t you have more important things to do, like go cash a paycheck or go down on your own girlfriend?”

  “Oh lighten up. You know I’m just teasing you. Enjoy your night, you sick bastard.”

  But her jealousy comment lingered in the back of my head. I would need to prove to Jennifer that Victoria was no different, that I would be no different with her. And that was precisely what I intended to do. I went to go take a shower and get ready for the night.

  * * * * * * *

  I entered her room. Holy shit. Jennifer wasn’t kidding. Lovely didn’t cut it.

  There, lying on the bed in a white, transparent nightgown of lace, she tried to hide her tremors. I could see the outline of her oversized breasts as her erratic breathing pushed her hard nipples up and down in a quick, nervous rhythm. Quite frankly, she should be nervous. But I couldn’t help but hope that she was aroused as well.

  I didn’t speak to her. I liked seeing her nerves take over. I was already hard. Christ. She unraveled me. And I didn’t like it. At all.

 

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