I’d fight every legal battle that arose until common sense prevailed but, in the meantime, she was my sister. Of course, she was in no way presentable in decent society in her current state. I’d seen enough of that at our parents’ wedding.
I would train her. I’d make her become a lady, from the way she dressed to the way she ate. With the right grooming and some decent clothing, she’d be presentable. She needed to learn table manners and to curb her tongue, rather than saying the first thing that came into her head. She wasn’t too awful, though. I just needed to teach her the right way to do things.
It would be a gruelling task, but I looked forward to it. I’d not had a decent challenge in a long time.
And, if she fell short, I’d make sure she was adequately punished. That was only fair. I needed to take a firm hand with her. I burnt with the need to take a firm hand with her, but I would control my needs.
At least she was trainable. She’d been very amenable to any suggestions so far. She’d not even protested when I’d bought her to the house. I’d expected a lot more objection, to be honest. Sure, she’d complained a little, but that was just for the sake of it.
Even last night, she’d not run away. She’d not been trying to leave me. She’d taken a wrong turn in the garden. It was easy enough to do. I’d have suspected her of lying, but the expression on her face when she’d said she had nowhere else to go burnt with sincerity. She really did have nowhere else to go. She was completely at my mercy.
I would look after her. I had no wish to cause her harm. But she was mine, even if she didn’t realise it.
I led her down the hallway to the breakfast room. We would start training immediately. My body burned to get her started. The delicious feeling of her slipping up so that I would have to remove her panties and spank her until her butt cheeks turned that gorgeous rosy red. By that stage, she would be wet and whimpering for me. I decided to make her wait today, keep her dangling on that edge until she got down on her knees, begging me. Maybe I’d even play with her dark, hard nipples while she begged.
Of course, she probably would never actually appear in public as my sister. That could get a bit awkward, if we put that kind of definition on our relationship. Even if she’d only been my sister, stepsister, for a few hours in that time between the marriage and the plane crash.
If people found out about… but no one knew. No one had seen us go up to my room at the wedding.
The girl wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell anyone, surely. That would be bad. She might be my legal sister, but my cock did not agree. The legal relationship was a temporary relationship and not one that mattered in any other way. In the meantime, I had no objection to a little fun and it seemed she didn’t either.
However, if the tabloids got hold of the story, it’d be a different matter. I’m sure to those kinds of people, the distinction between a step relationship and a blood one wouldn’t matter.
She smelt different to usual. A slight trace of magnolia and jasmine replaced the fresh smell she normally had. She’d been using the toiletries I’d had sent to her room. I wasn’t sure I liked it as much. I’d get Harrison to replace them with something simpler.
Already the effects of a decent lifestyle could be seen in her. She looked less like a stray cat feeding on scavenged scraps, and those curves of hers had filled out. Even her face had lost the hollowness. Although her mouth did still look too big for her face. No amount of good food would fix that. Not even surgery would work. I considered for a moment how she’d look with a different mouth, but I couldn’t imagine it. That mouth was part of her.
I walked slowly so she could get in front of me. She had a bottom that cried out for spanking, luscious and ripe, with a hypnotic sway when she walked. She got under my skin like no other woman ever had. It had killed me, the night before, to carry her back to her own bed when she’d fallen asleep. The temptation to meld to her body, pulling her close to me and falling asleep with the warmth of her body comforting me, had been strong. That was exactly the temptation I couldn’t allow myself to fall into, though. I could play with her, I could make her scream with desire and bury myself in her, but I had to be strong about afterwards. That moment when my desire ebbed and I wanted to hold her.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked up at me questioningly. Her eyes widened with surprise. Of course, she’d never been to the dining room before. This house could be a labyrinth if you didn’t know it. I had asked Harrison to bring her things down to the new room while we ate. The suite I’d prepared for her had a sitting room as well as bedroom. It would be much roomier. It still begged the question of whether I could trust her. The new room had no locks on the doors. Although the house was isolated, there were ways to escape if she was determined. There were delivery vans that paid regular visits to the house with supplies, and some of the workers lived off-site. But she seemed content.
I joined her and led her by the arm to the breakfast room. We would start with breakfast. I had no question that her table manners would require a lot of work.
“Wow, something smells amazing,” she said. She sniffed the air like a dog.
The dining table stretched the length of the room, but two places had been set at one end, like I’d requested. An elegant white cloth covered the table and a vase of green and white lilies sat near the end. On one side, French doors looked out over the gardens. In summer, I liked to have the doors open, but it was too cold for that now. Still, the morning sun warmed the room and sparkled on the water in the fountain outside.
I held the chair out for her. She paused but then sat down.
“I want you to pay particular attention to how I act so you can learn from me,” I said.
She sighed. “I have decent table manners. I don’t talk with my mouth full or put my elbows on the table. I wasn’t raised in a barn, you know.”
Of course, I knew that. I had the full report on her background. Well, apart from the information on her mother. I’d still come up against a wall there. Even if she hadn’t been raised in a barn, she hardly had the kind of upbringing that measured up to my standards. There was so much more to decent etiquette than not putting your elbows on the table.
“It’s not that simple.”
“How often do people even have a fancy breakfast like this, anyway? A bowl of cereal and a coffee, that’s all you need.”
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“I bet you weren’t thinking that when I sucked on your cock last night.”
She looked so prim saying that but it gave me a jolt. My whole body reacted even though I tried to fight it. My cock sprang to action, impatient to move past the instruction straight to the punishment, but I took a deep breath and tried to push those thoughts from my mind.
Normally the staff set up the sideboard with dishes on warming plates, but I’d asked them to serve her with a plate of prepared food instead to make it easier. One of the maids set the plate down in front of her. Her eyes grew bigger as she looked at the food.
“It’s nothing special. It’s the same as you have every day.”
“And I appreciate it every day. Actually, I’d prefer something simpler most days. A cooked breakfast is a bit much. But then I did work up an appetite last night.”
I lowered my head to avoid her sparkling eyes. We would talk about that later. Discussing our private life in front of the servants was not on. That was one point I’d have to punish her for.
Next she grabbed for the dish of butter and scooped a sizable portion with her knife. She spread it on her toast and then dug some more from the butter dish, leaving a trail of crumbs behind.
I didn’t mention anything but began on my own breakfast. Muesli with plain yogurt. Prepared to my exact specifications for maximum health benefits.
As she put the knife back down, she looked up at me. It was almost like she realised she’d done the wrong thing. She looked down at the butter dish then back at me.
She remained quiet over brea
kfast. I didn’t want senseless chatter, but some conversation would’ve been pleasant. The maid returned to the room with coffee and tea. I had a cup of coffee and she had the same. There wasn’t much you could do wrong with coffee. I glanced up and noticed her looking at me. The glint in her eyes left no doubt what she was thinking. My hand trembled slightly but I didn’t spill my coffee.
Soon, we’d be finished eating and I’d take her to her room. Then we could talk about this seriously.
Harrison entered the room.
“Sir, there’s a call for you in your office.”
“Can’t you deal with it?”
He gave me a look that let me know it was something I’d need to deal with myself. From the way he acted, I had a fair indication that it was something to do with Veronica. I didn’t want her to suspect anything, though.
I excused myself, taking my coffee to my office. She followed me with her gaze. It would do her good to wait. It would do me good too. She’d consumed too much of my mind lately. I had a business to run and other responsibilities.
The disappointment was visible in the slump of her shoulders. It was almost enough to make me turn back to her, but I couldn’t give in. It’d only be an hour or so of calls. It wasn’t like we’d be apart for a lifetime.
I walked into my office and got on the phone. This had better be urgent to interrupt me like this.
Chapter 7. Veronica
I sat in the dining room with my empty breakfast plate in front of me. I hadn’t eaten half the food on it and I played around, making lines with my fork.
The maid walked in.
“Do you want more coffee, ma’am?”
I shook my head. “I just want to know… oh, never mind…”
Dom had walked out, leaving me sitting at the table. I wasn’t sure what my next move was. He’d said he was changing my bedroom but I had no idea where the new room was. It was too embarrassing to ask the maid, though. He’d be back eventually and then he’d tell me. I just had to wait. It sure was weird, though, sitting at the table when I’d eaten more than enough. I didn’t have a watch and I had no idea when Dom would come back from his phone call.
The maid cleared my plate away.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything else, ma’am?”
I shook my head again. I wasn’t sure how to talk to the maids. They intimidated me with their black-and-white uniforms. They seemed to know everything about this place and I wondered what they thought about me. If they judged me or gossiped about me. It must be a boring life for them, in this isolated house, and they’d not have much else to talk about. I wondered if they had a television. I’d not seen anything like that in this house. Apart from all the tech stuff in Dom’s office, there wasn’t anything else to connect this house with the outside world.
I’d finished my coffee and toyed with my cup.
Both the maids came back in the room and stood by the wall. They stood silently, not doing anything. It was most awkward. Was there something I should do? I’d not been told what Dom wanted me to do after breakfast and I had no ideas of my own.
I could walk out in the gardens, but maybe he wanted me to stay put. My main objective was to keep him happy. So far, things were going well between us. I had no idea what he wanted from me or why he had kidnapped me in the first place, but I had no complaints. I was fed and housed. Like a stray pet, I was happy with that. And I’d escaped from those goons who’d been chasing me. I’d borrowed money to pay for Mum’s medical expenses and had no hope of ever paying them back myself.
I picked up the salt shaker and twirled in my hands.
He’d been building up to more games before that call came, though. I ached for that.
I would wait at the table until he came back.
The maids exchanged glances.
Then it dawned on me. They were waiting for me to leave so they could pack up the room. If I lingered, they’d have to wait all day. I could ask them to pack up around me, but that would be even more awkward. I’d just leave. Surely I could find something to do in this house. So long as I didn’t lose my way, because I might starve to death trying to find my way out.
I walked out and lingered in the hallway.
“What are you doing here?” Dom said. “I told you to wait in the breakfast room.”
“The maids, they needed to tidy up. I didn’t want to inconvenience them.”
“Veronica,” he said, his voice rumbling low in my ear. “They are maids. The reason they exist is to wait on us. Not the other way around. The person you must never inconvenience is me. I’ll have a word with the maids.”
“No, don’t do that.” I didn’t want them getting into trouble. “It was my fault. I wasn’t sure what to do.”
His gaze bore into me, those eyes steely cold. “You just waited here? You didn’t go near my office?”
I shook my head. “I only just walked out here.”
“Okay.” He paused. “But you have to learn, you understand that?”
I nodded, his words sending a buzz of excitement through me.
He took my hand and led me down the hallway to a room in the same part of the house where his room was. I walked in and looked around at the opulence. My old room had been plenty fancy enough for me, much more than I’d ever been used to, but this room was something else again. I had a massive sitting room with bookcases covering two of the walls. I could read for the rest of my life and not get through all those books.
Beside the window sat a luxurious armchair. It was huge enough for me to curl up in.
The room also had a table and chairs, perfect for reading or eating dinner.
I walked through the room and opened the door to the bedroom.
The bed was massive with a gorgeous pink-and-light-green cover. I had to stroke that fabric because it looked so lovely.
The wardrobe along the side was open and I could see a bunch of clothes in there. Where they meant for me? I turned to him, questioningly.
“They are all for you.”
I smiled, but I cared nothing for the fancy clothes he’d bought me.
“Look in the other side,” he said.
I sighed. Probably just more clothes. How many clothes do people need, anyway? It was a huge wardrobe built along the wall. It would hold more clothes than a department store.
When I slid the door open, though, it wasn’t clothes in the other side.
It took a moment to register what the contents were. The first sensation to hit me was the scent of leather. Exciting yet comforting at the same time. Then I looked closer. I had no idea what half the things hanging in there were for, but I longed to find out. On one side, the glow of red silk scarves stood out against the darkness. Silver metal glittered in the light. I reached out and touched some metal things.
“Nipple clamps. Care to try them out?”
I squeezed one to open it and gulped. They were exquisite. Not some cheap sex toy but a work of art in finely crafted silver. Everything in the wardrobe had an edge to it. Not just functional, not just kinky, but also beautiful to look at.
“Pick something, Veronica,” he said, leaning in close to me so I could feel his body against my back.
He didn’t touch me, but his voice was like a caress. Heat shot through me as I tried to pick something. I wanted to try everything. I had no idea where to start.
I must’ve hesitated a little too long, because he removed the nipple clamps from my hands. He reached inside my dress, fondling my breast lightly, and I leaned back against him, dizzy with desire.
Then he clamped my nipple.
“Owwww!”
It hurt like a bastard. There was nothing in the world but the intensity of that pain. I squirmed and twisted.
“I can take it off,” he said.
“Yes, yes… no…”
He moved my hair and put his lips on my neck. The pain reverberated through my body with excruciating intensity. Then he bit my neck. Hard. Pain shot from my nipple to my neck, then back to my nippl
e. I arched my back, screaming out like a banshee. The whole house rattled to my screams. My body wasn’t enough to hold the sensations that shot through me.
Before I could speak, I felt his hand on my back.
“Bend over,” he said.
This voice had that steely edge that made it known he’d take no argument. The timbre of his voice rumbled through my body like thunder. I wanted to obey him. I had no choice. My body was his, to play with as he desired.
I bent over, resting my hands on the foot of the bed, wanting to look over my shoulder and see his face but knowing that wasn’t allowed.
The hem of my dress tickled over the backs of my thighs as he inched it up. I sucked in my breath, the anticipation building up with delicious thrills. He got me wet just with his words and his lightest touch. The thought of what was to come made my pussy clench.
He paused for a moment. No touch, no word. That made me crave him more.
“Please…” I whispered. I’d not intended to say anything. I’d tried to keep it inside, but the word escaped me.
His thumbs hooked over the elastic of my panties and he slowly, way too slowly, lowered them over my buttocks. He knew the most delicious ways to torture me.
My panties dropped to the floor and he moved my legs so I was free of them, spreading my legs as far as he could. I was opened up to him, his for taking.
His hands run over my buttocks, warming the skin. I arched my back, rearing onto him. I wanted him to take me, to thrust his big cock into my hole as hard as he could, ramming me hard, but he had other ideas.
As his palm connected with my skin, I gasped from the pain, but then the warmth flooded my body. I tensed, waiting for the next sting of his slap. Instead he rubbed my skin gently, the sensation all the more intense now. I could imagine the red mark on my white skin and that got me even more excited.
He slapped me again, harder this time, so that I cried out.
“Do you want more?” he asked, his mouth close to my ear.
“Yes… please…”
His finger slipped inside my parted lips, into the wet warmth. I moaned, needing release already. I hoped he was pleased at my wetness, the slick gush of my pussy. He ran his fingers along my slit, teasing me so that I bucked against him, trying to get his finger further inside me. Wanting all of him.
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