He removed his finger, though, and I felt empty inside. His hands returned to my nipples, pulling on the clamps until I was wasn’t sure I could stand it anymore. My screams rang out in breathy gasps.
Then he slapped me hard. The sting took me to the edge of my tolerance, but I didn’t want him to stop. I throbbed inside for his touch, the wetness dripping down my legs.
I could never leave here willingly. Not while he did this to me. He wanted to play games with me. Fine. I’d be his plaything while it suited him. I bit my lip, waiting for the next sting, knowing this was exactly what I needed.
Chapter 8. Veronica
“Veronica!”
His commanding tone was enough to get me wound up. He’d call me several times a day, to his office or his bedroom. Or he’d get me to stay in my room.
Every day I had to get up early. I was expected to shower and dress before breakfast. My make-up had to be subtle and perfect. My clothes had to be simple and understated unless he’d told me to wear something specific. Sometimes, he’d lay out clothes for me the night before as though I were a doll he was dressing.
I ran out into the hallway to find where he was. This was another of my challenges. He’d call me, but I’d have to find him, and if I didn’t find him soon enough, he’d have a punishment planned for me. It was almost enough to make me go slower.
I opened the door to his office. He sat behind the desk, his hands behind his head, and ignored me as I slipped inside the room.
I approached him but didn’t sit in the chair.
“Did you wear the red lingerie like I asked?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Show me.”
The window of his office looked out over the garden and I could see two of the gardeners working. Not close enough to see me, not unless they came closer.
I gulped and unzipped my skirt. It fell to the ground. I had on a red suspender belt to match my panties, with silk stockings. He liked the silk stockings. I took off my jacket and folded it on the back of the chair, then my hand moved to the top button on my skirt. As I undid the button, I looked him in the eye. He barely registered my movements except for that slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
I undid the buttons slowly as he watched me undress. When I finished with the final button, I shrugged the shirt from my shoulders and it fell to the ground.
“Pick up your clothes, Veronica. Don’t treat them so roughly.”
I turned around and bent over, picking up my skirt and blouse. I knew he’d have a view of the spreading wetness staining the silk of my panties. I lingered in that position so he could keep looking. My buttocks rose and fell as my breathing intensified. I knew he’d itch to spank me. I wanted him to lose that self-control that held him in check. I wanted him to give in to the passion that I knew filled him. I didn’t just want him to pleasure me. I wanted the two of us to join together in passion, for him to lose himself the way I did.
I wiggled a little as I stretched up, then turned and smiled at him.
He didn’t smile back.
“You’re overdoing it,” he said.
I hadn’t thought so, but he didn’t look happy.
“Move your clothes and sit on the chair.”
I did as he asked.
I sat down and waited for him to speak. I wasn’t sure whether to cross my legs or what to do other than wait for him to command me.
“Spread your legs.”
I spread my legs until they were wide apart, around the sides of the chair. My heart raced, wondering what he’d do next. I could never tell. I ached for him to touch me, but he seemed hell-bent on denying me that pleasure.
“Look me in the eyes.”
I put my head up, staring at him. His eyes flashed at me. He was determined to tease me. I longed to touch him, but that was never a thing. Even in our most passionate moments, he kept my hands restrained, either with bonds or with his grip. I dreamed about running my fingers over his chest or twining them in his hair. I craved touching his body so fiercely.
I needed him. I wanted him inside me. I couldn’t deny that need. Just his gaze on me was enough to push me close to the edge.
Sitting in front of him like this, my nipples swollen to painfully hard nubs and my sex throbbing with need for him, was pure torture for me. Surely he’d get up and touch me soon.
“Do you want me, Veronica?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“But you’ve disobeyed me.”
I shook my head. “No. No, I haven’t. I’ve done everything you said.”
“Don’t talk back to me. This morning you appeared at the breakfast table with your lipstick smudged. I’ve given you strict instructions of how you should appear in public and you ignored them.”
I thought back to breakfast. Had my lipstick been smudged? I’d slept in and had been in a hurry to get to the table on time. Maybe I’d not applied my lipstick as thoughtfully as I’d intended.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Please… please… it wasn’t my fault.”
“It was your fault, and now you must pay. You come in here expecting me to satisfy you, yet you can’t follow one of my simple rules. I don’t think I can let this go.”
I pleaded with my eyes. Surely he could see how much I needed him. I’d go down on my knees and beg if that’s what it took.
He got up from his chair and walked toward me. He’d relent. He had to.
He sat on the edge of his desk, just near me. He wanted me, I could tell. His hard cock strained against his pants. I yearned to touch it. To stroke it or lick it.
He unzipped his pants and released his cock. I strained forward to get closer to him, but a stern look for him had me sitting back in my chair. Instead, he ran his hand along the length of his shaft. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the head of his cock. So plump and ready to pump me hard.
But he ignored me and tightened his grip. With strong, sure strokes, he pumped his cock, making me watch. I couldn’t take my gaze from him, his cock growing harder in his hands and a look of pleasure on his face. I squirmed in my seat, my clit so swollen with need, it’d become painful. That pounding, needy ache.
He glanced at me, a look of victory. It was a victory for him. I whimpered from the pleasure he denied me. I wondered if I could slip my fingers into my panties and relieve myself, but he’d know. He watched me, waiting for a sign of weakness. All I could do was squirm in my seat, hoping to find a position where I could rub my clit against the fabric of my panties and get some pleasure that way.
He kept pumping his cock. I wanted him to come. I wanted to see that glorious shot of man juice shooting out of him. I whimpered and rocked my cunt, but nothing reduced my need.
As he groaned into his release, the seed sprayed from him. It hit my chest and ran down my belly in a trail.
He put his cock back in his pants and grinned at me.
“Leave that there. I want you to wear it all day as a reminder. Put your clothes back on and don’t even think about touching yourself. If you do, I’ll know. But, if you are good, I’ll visit you tonight.”
I gulped, weak with longing. He could promise me tonight, but how would I survive until then? My sex cried out for his touch. My need had built so that I was so swollen and heavy, I could barely walk out of his office.
Chapter 9. Dom
Even though I sat in on the meeting, my mind wandered. My mind never wandered when it came to business, but this time, I couldn’t keep the thoughts at bay.
Veronica was to blame. Her hold on me got tighter. I thought that the change in our relationship would normalise things, but it seemed the opposite was true. The more I had her, the more I craved her.
She’d actually surprised me with some of the things she knew. She certainly wasn’t as uncouth as she acted, and that led me to wonder more about her mother. So far, the reports had found nothing.
I’d had to head into town to meet with some suppliers who were being difficult, so I thought about doing some
snooping. Veronica had said she had everything of value in the backpack she’d brought with her. But it held nothing explaining her background except a few family photos. I’d had them scanned before I’d given the bag to her, but that was all.
It wouldn’t hurt to go to her house and have a better look. I’d organised to pay the rent on the place. Not that she’d ever go back there. Still, she might decide there were other things she wanted. That tiny backpack couldn’t hold everything she owned.
Once the meeting was over, I headed to the house where she’d lived. The garden was a mess. That wasn’t my concern. The front door broken in was, though. It looked like someone had been around very recently.
I walked into the dark hallway of the house. There was a bedroom at the front. It must’ve been her mother’s by the looks of it. A floral bedcover and functional furniture. It had the smell of a room that had been closed up for quite a while. I’d go back to that. It might have all kinds of information.
The next room had to be Veronica’s. There were books everywhere. Shelves stuffed several layers deep, books on the floor. More books stacked on the windowsill. I opened the wardrobe. It was easy to see why she’d not packed any of those clothes. They were worn and ugly. Bargain rack type atrocities, made from cheap fabrics.
There was a tin of baked beans, a few bottles of water and some candles on the floor near her bed. Strange.
Notebooks on her desk, that might prove interesting. I looked through them and they seemed filled with budgets. Numbers added up and then crossed out. Wow, she really had been poor if those numbers were any indication. How could anyone live like that?
Poor girl. No wonder she had accepted living with me so easily. At least she got fed and didn’t have to decide between the electricity bill and eating.
When I got to the back of the house, someone had obviously been rummaging through things. Well, more like ransacking. The floors were covered in papers and other mess. None of it looked of interest. The kitchen was almost empty.
Then I heard a voice and spun around.
“She owe you money too? Well, get in line. We were here first.”
Two thugs blocked my exit. I’d thought the loan sharks had been dissuaded from pursuing their claim, but those lousy bastards had lied. Since they blocked my exit, I couldn’t call my driver to help. I could take them on myself, but if I had the choice, I’d rather not risk getting my suit dirty. It was one of my favourite suits.
I launched myself at the one in front, figuring surprise was my best bet to avoid it being two on one. The guy was twice my size, but I’d had extensive training in various types of martial arts and it only took one good hit on him to have him on the floor, clutching his stomach. That’d been much easier than I was expecting.
The second one backed away from me. They really were the weakest thugs. The one on the floor kept making weird gurgling noises.
“It’s okay, we’ll leave,” he said.
“You’ll leave and never come back,” I said.
Then I noticed him slip his hand in his jacket pocket as though checking something. They’d obviously found something in the house worth taking.
“Hand it over,” I said.
“Wot?”
I hadn’t planned on hitting him, not if he left quietly, but that was really the height of bad manners. I hated people taking to me like that.
Before he realised what I’d planned, I’d smashed him across the throat. He reeled back against the wall, his eyes bulging.
He removed his hand from his pocket and held something out to me. It didn’t look like much.
“It ain’t worth much. Just a dirty old bit of flash. It was behind the dresser with some papers.”
“In the front bedroom?” I wanted to confirm it was the mother’s. I assumed if Veronica had known about it, she’d have taken it with her.
After I took it, he returned to run.
“You forgot something,” I said, nodding at his friend on the floor. “Take your trash with you.”
I went back to the first bedroom and looked around. He’d said there’d been some papers. I found an envelope, but it had nothing interesting, just a marriage certificate and Veronica’s birth certificate, some baby photos of Veronica. I slipped the envelope into my jacket pocket.
The wardrobe had some old clothes, mostly as cheap and ratty as the ones in Veronica’s room. In a box on the top, though, were older clothes, well over twenty years old from the looks of them. They were all designer and very expensive. Now I understood where Veronica had gotten that unfortunate dress she’d worn to the wedding.
When I ascertained that there was definitely nothing else of interest in the room, I went back to the car.
I got the thing the thug had handed me out of my pocket to examine it. It was a brooch. The design was most unusual, with an intricate star pattern.
As I held it up to the light, I gave a little laugh. That thug was such an idiot. If I wasn’t mistaken, those dirty stones were actually diamonds of the highest quality in need of a clean, surrounded by rubies and emeralds. This trinket was worth far more than Veronica’s debt had ever been.
Chapter 10. Veronica
The next morning I woke to him standing at the foot of my bed. I started but then smiled. Even though the sting of yesterday’s spankings still burnt on my skin, I wanted him again. His eyes sparkled in the light. He had something in store for me, that much was true.
I bit my bottom lip, sinking my teeth in with anticipation.
“You are thinking dirty thoughts,” he said. “I can tell.”
I nodded, hoping that would provoke further punishment. It didn’t take a genius of deductive reasoning to figure that out. I was always thinking dirty thoughts when he was around.
“You will have to put them on hold. I have a full morning planned for you.”
My stomach sunk at that. A full morning of what? If it wasn’t going to be sex and games, then I had no idea.
“What?”
“Don’t say ‘what’ like that, Veronica. It’s most unpleasant and rude. If you have a question, ask properly. Anyway, today is part of your training and I need you to obey me.”
I grinned again.
“No, it’s nothing like that. Now get out of bed and prepare yourself, then come to my study.”
“What about breakfast?” I asked. If we weren’t going to fool around, then I needed to something to sustain me through this weirdness. I had absolutely no idea what he’d have in mind.
“I’ll get Harrison to bring something up, I guess. But I want you in my study promptly in thirty minutes.”
Crumbs, thirty minutes didn’t give me much time. I had all that extra work in the morning now too, with make-up and hair and being presentable.
“Oh,” he said as though reading my mind, “don’t worry about make-up or anything this morning. A clean slate is better.”
That just made it all the weirder. He walked out and I jumped out of bed into the shower.
When I finished in the bathroom, a tray of food sat on the table. I bit into the slice of toast while trying to find something to wear. I wasn’t sure what was appropriate for this mystery activity.
As I dressed, I thought I heard a car pull up. That was strange. No one ever came to the house. I think sometimes delivery vans came with food, but they went to the kitchen entrance at the back. The last time I’d heard a car at the front was when Dom went away. Was he leaving again?
Suddenly my toast didn’t seem as appetising. I ran to the window and there was indeed a car at the front of the house. As I watched, two older women got out. That was even weirder. Maybe they were his relatives? How would that impact on our activities? If he had relatives in the house, he might not want to play around.
Yikes, I had minutes to get to his study. I grabbed the first pair of shoes I could put my hands on and ran to the study.
I made it just in time. I looked around for the two women but couldn’t see them. Dom looked me up and down and sighed
.
“Your shoes?”
I looked down at my feet. My shoes looked fine to me.
“I see that today’s activities won’t be wasted.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he didn’t explain just indicated for me to follow him. I went down the hallway into a room I’d not been in before. There were really too many rooms in this house.
The two woman were seated in the room and he introduced them to me. Vivian and Charlotte. I smiled at them, but Vivian pursed her lips.
“We’ll have our work cut out for us here, I fear.”
I looked at Dom and back to her. This disapproval wasn’t good for my self-esteem.
“Let me know when you’ve finished with her. I’ll be in my study working.”
He walked out, leaving me alone with them. The pair circled me like they were vultures examining fresh roadkill. Actually they both looked like vultures, with their black outfits and sour faces. I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend the day with them.
“We’ll start with the hair,” Charlotte said.
“Yes, I think so.”
What the hell?
“What are you planning to do to my hair?” I glared at her, but when she glared back, I had to lower my eyes. She could glare the hell out of a person.
“Cut it, you silly girl. When’s the last time you had a haircut?”
I tried to think. Not for a long time. Who had money for things like haircuts? I usually put it into a ponytail and hacked a bit off the bottom with the kitchen scissors when I needed to. I was not going to tell his woman that, though. She might just kill me.
“A year or so ago, I guess.”
She tsked at me. That was better than the glare.
I wished I’d eaten more of that toast now. It seemed like this was going to be a very long day.
First, they took me into the bathroom and washed my hair. Then they discussed it.
“He said not to lose any of the length,” one of them said. I tried to turn to see which one but my head was firmly pushed back.
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