Protecting Helena

by Cordelia Gregory

  Grace View Abbey had been built for Mark’s family in the Tudor era in the late 15th century. It still bore many Tudor characteristics but through the centuries it had been added to and parts bore all the hallmarks of the 16th, 17th 18th and 19th centuries. Helena couldn’t wait to get inside and explore. Perhaps, Lord Fox would give her a tour. She turned to the window covering her mouth to hide her smile. Mark hated people calling him by his inherited title, but she couldn’t help thinking how sexy and dominant it sounded. It fitted him perfectly.

  Helena was made to stand with two of her armed guards while Mark checked in with his own team and those from MI5. The place was crawling with them. All this for just her, it was shameful. Her life wasn’t worth this much. In her opinion, someone else would be able to get up to speed and take over where she left off. She wasn’t that special.

  Eventually she could see Mark move fast down the stairs towards her speaking in to his mic confirming the all clear.

  “I will take you to your room, ma’am,” Mark said, gesturing towards the beautiful sweeping marble staircase covered in the middle by red carpet. She couldn’t wait to see her room. Mark made a movement to take her arm to lead her and then remembered himself discreetly hanging back, waiting for her to make the first move towards the staircase before falling in beside her.

  Helena maintained her professionalism while walking up the stairs feeling her arm ache in the sling again. Suddenly, she felt tired. She’d half expected them to be attacked again on the way here and now the relief that they were safe in Mark’s home made her feel incredibly tired and tearful again. How was she going to fight this monster if she couldn’t keep it together? He’d just about broken down every barrier she’d put up against him and now it seemed he was walking in and out of her mind at will. The only things stopping him was the last of her strength and Mark.

  As they neared the top of stairs, Helena felt shaky and everything was spinning. Mark led the way flanked by two officers walking a small distance behind them carrying her luggage but his small glances behind told her he knew she was having trouble. He didn’t just see it; she knew he was feeling it in his mind and their connection was growing in strength.

  The walk along the corridor on the second floor was filled with rooms on both sides until they reached a line of windows on the left that looked over the grounds at the back of the house. Helena could hear a fountain playing and for a moment it soothed her. Walking past into another area with rooms on both sides they came to a door at the end. Next to it were another set of stairs. They were tight and clearly used by the staff rather than guests. He’d picked this room especially for her. It wasn’t just for strategic reasons with an extra set of escape stairs but there was something else.

  Mark unlocked the door and put out his hand gesturing for her to remain where she was. The two officers came to stand next to her and two appeared on guard in the corridor. A few minutes later he came out and issued the all clear.

  The officers came inside with them carrying her luggage.

  “We are in the 18th century addition to the house,” he announced leading her into a large bedroom complete with a living space, the officers put her luggage on the bed. Helena expected this to be her room, but she was mistaken. He continued towards another large door to the side of the room. He opened it wide to reveal an equally large bedroom overlooking the grounds and rolling hills stretching out to mark the acres of the Fox’s family land.

  “This is your room, ma’am,” he said. “It’s the safest one in the house. I will stay in the one next to yours outside the adjoining door.”

  “Thank you it’s lovely.”

  She stepped inside.

  “I will let you get settled in, ma’am. Call if you need anything.”

  Without a second look, Helena watched her Protection Officer close the door and leave her alone. It was the last thing she wanted. She needed to feel his arms around her whether she liked it or not. She pressed her back against the wall and closed her eyes feeling the room spin. What the hell was she doing carrying on an affair with her Protection Officer, letting him dominate her and give her everything she needed including his discipline, to let him act like a father with her? It could compromise them both. She shook her head trying to clear the fog in her mind when there was a rap at the door. She froze.

  “Helena?”

  It was Mark.

  “It’s me. Can I come in?”

  “Yes,” she answered in a timid voice feeling her heartbeat increase with excitement. She shouldn’t really let him in. She should end it now but...

  The door opened and Mark stepped into the room closing the door behind him. He locked it and looked down at her. Her eyes felt heavy again, filled with confused, hurt tears. The moment he’d locked the door he’d shut out the world and her façade instantly crumbled. She couldn’t hide anything from Mark. He’d seen through her tough act the first time he’d met her and spanked her bare bottom over his knee for it. Here alone with him she was the vulnerable, hurt, abandoned child she had always been.

  There was no verbal communication between them. Mark simply swept his arms around her and pulled her towards his chest. Inside her heart leapt for joy and her tears flowed. She pressed her small slender hand against his chest as she sobbed touching his warmth, feeling it seep inside her. Here in his arms she was safe. No one could hurt her.

  “Shh, little one. I told you I would take care of you. Trust me to.”

  She nodded.

  “Show me,” she mouthed looking up at him with innocent eyes.

  He smiled.

  “Good girl. Daddy will look after you now,” he whispered kissing the top of her head. Exhausted she felt her body and legs trembling again. Mark was quick to react. He lifted an arm up underneath her legs.

  “Let’s begin by getting you into a nice warm bath.”

  “I just want to be with you, Daddy.”

  He smiled down at her as he carried her to the bathroom. She could feel his triumph that she had at long last called him Daddy.

  “You will be. But first I am going to bathe you and get you settled for a nice feed and rest, baby girl.”

  The bathroom was white with a freestanding white bathtub, as was the sink. Two large Georgian style windows sported tied back, heavy, grey curtains on either side on dark grey walls that contrasted with the white décor and silver fittings. A double walk-in shower stood in the corner next to a heated rail full of high quality, fluffy, white towels. It was light and airy. It made her feel extremely comfortable. Once more he locked the door behind them drawing her deeper into his world.

  Mark sat her down on the padded grey and white striped Queen Anne chair in the corner of the room next to the window. Immediately he started to run the bath choosing to add lavender, geranium and mandarin scented bath bubbles to the hot running water.

  “I know you like your baths hot.” He smiled at her.

  He’d got that directly from her mind. What else did he know that she had tried to keep secret?

  While the bath ran, frothing to the top and creating a heavenly smell, Mark returned to her chair. He knelt before her. Looking up at her with adoration he placed his cool hands against the bare flesh of her calves. He bent to lightly caress his lips over her leg trailing to her foot, then sweeping his hands down the back of her leg until his hands came to rest on the black, patent leather, high heel. He removed the shoe and repeated the soothing sensual action on the other leg. Helena closed her eyes feeling her body relax and melt into surrender.

  Mark took hold of her hand and used it to help her rise. He gallantly bestowed a kiss upon it and gently pulled her towards him. He carefully removed the sling, then moved his hands over her shoulders and set about removing the black suit jacket. She stood motionless, breathless, her body his to do what he wanted with. He lifted the designer silk blouse, pressing his palms on her bare flesh underneath, and finding her lips at the same time. She feverishly kissed him back, but he fought to take command and slow
the tempo. He raised the blouse and made her raise her arms ever so gently so he could pull it over her head to the floor. Her skirt came next and before she knew it the garment was sliding down her thighs to reveal her underwear as it pooled around her feet. She was naked apart from her boring, plain, satin bra and cotton panties and she wished she had worn something better. She looked down embarrassed at herself and her body, wishing she were a little younger and a little less curvy. Mark smiled.

  “Don’t think about yourself like that,” he said softly sensing her thoughts again. “You are a very beautiful woman. Come and see.”

  He led her by the hand towards a long mirror on a long thin cupboard built into the wall.

  “I want you to see and appreciate just how beautiful you are to me and the world.”

  Helena bit her lip dismayed by her thoughts of herself, wishing she could turn off her internal dialogue before it totally wrecked the pleasure she was feeling just being near Mark Fox. Sex the night before had been fast, urgent and she hadn’t had time to think about how she looked. Mark came to stand behind her. He clasped her shoulders and kissed the side of her neck.

  “Don’t be nervous and don’t think about running away. I am not letting you go anywhere, little one.”

  “I won’t run away. I promise, Daddy.”

  He smoothed the straps of her bra off her shoulders and moved his fingers to the clasp at the back of her bra. She gasped when she felt her bra hang loose. Slowly, Mark removed the restraining material from her body allowing her large plump breasts to bounce free on her chest. He dropped the bra to the floor and immediately cupped them making her give a small squeal when he firmly squeezed them, admiring them in the mirror. His fingers were suddenly pulling the plum coloured tips, twisting them painfully until they became even more erect and stood to his attention. She moaned, feeling the action send a direct message to her pussy to flood it with thick, warm, creamy fluid.

  “Time to take off those panties and make you as naked as the day you were born, baby girl. No more hiding.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  His fingers were already down inside her panties. She held her breath expecting him to pull them down her legs to the floor, but she was about to receive a shock and a reminder of Daddy’s robust handling and domination.

  “And one more thing,” he began. “I don’t want to see you in these chaste white panties anymore. When I allow you to wear grown up underwear again, my darling, I will choose it and you will wear what I decide that day. I never want to see these again.”

  Roughly he pulled the material tight and ripped them away from her body. The action was so brutal she turned and clung to him while he finished the task. Mark pulled the remnants out from under her vagina and threw them into the waste paper bin.

  He chuckled and smoothed his hand down over her bottom.

  “Your bottom is still a little red from the last time I spanked it.” He sounded pleased.

  “Yes. Every time I sat down, I was reminded of it,” she said gently.

  She shivered, feeling her juice run freely when he circled his fingers over her rump while she still clung to him thrusting her breasts at his chest while he was still clothed in his suit, shirt and tie.

  “That’s good. I like a woman to be reminded of my discipline. It is often a good deterrent for her bad behaviour for a while at least. Now let’s get you turned around so I can put you in the bath.”

  She hesitated and was too embarrassed to move, so Lord Fox reminded her of his authority with one hard, quick, slap to her bottom that made her yelp and jump.

  “Turn around now or you will be over my knee again, little one and that bath is nearly full and ready for you.”

  Mark lifted her up into his arms with perfect ease. He carried her to the beautiful, white, freestanding bath in the middle of the room, now full to the brim with frothy bubbles that threatened to spill out over the marble tiled floor. Helena hadn’t enjoyed a bath in a very long time. She showered twice a day not having the luxury of time for a soak in the bath with scented candles and a cool crisp glass of Chablis. This was going to be wonderful, but something told her it was going to be a very different experience to the very grown up ideas she had in her head. Still, she had given him her consent in a roundabout fashion, and she wasn’t backing down now. To prove it to herself she cuddled her naked body into the protective enclosure of his strong, muscled chest. His response made her melt and feel safe when he squeezed her closer and bent his head to caress the top of her head with a loving kiss.

  Lord Fox placed Helena’s body over the bath and carefully lowered her into the water amid the bubbles. She found the water warm and not too hot. The silky aromatherapy bubbles covered her soaking body, soothing her skin and helping the warm water to ease her aching muscles and arm. She sank her body further down into the water until her painful breasts, signalling the advent of her period within a few days, were aided by the warmth. She didn’t want to think about her period now. That was the last thing she needed. Her neck was also paining her with its stiffness, and it felt good to move downwards below the water line. Comfortable, she closed her eyes inhaling the wonderful fragrant scents.

  “Better?” Mark asked from behind her, placing his hands on the back of her shoulders to massage them. His touch was just the right measurement of firmness and she sighed with pleasure relaxing into it as he rubbed her tension away.

  “I want you to relax here while I prepare everything,” he leaned in to whisper, his breath tantalising and tingling the soft skin against her neck and ear as he did so. Helena pressed her cheek against him.

  “Don’t go. I don’t want you to leave.”

  She felt him smile against her neck and plant small kisses along it. Need for him stirred once more.

  “I won’t be long. Then I will come and bathe you.”

  He stood up. The sense of loss of him being close made her open her eyes. She pouted up at him.

  His eyes lit up and once more he was kneeling to lift her chin up to him.

  “What an adorable pout, little one. Now do as you are told and be a good girl.”

  He stood up again and this time did not look back while he strode out of the room with purpose in his step. Helena contented herself with the bath and closed her eyes again, resting her head against the side. About a minute later, she sat up quickly suddenly realising what he meant by preparing everything.

  Helena made the link to the vision she and Mark had first shared before they had even met. She remembered him so forcefully stripping her while she lay helpless on his bed underneath him, spanking her bare bottom and then… feeding her the bottle of baby milk while he cradled her in his arms. This was what he had meant when he talked about having the perfect way to make her relax her mind, help her to trust again and keep Michael Rann’s attacks away. He wanted to treat her like a baby.

  Helena didn’t know what was more disturbing in her mind, the very idea of being regressed back to the state of a child or the way the very idea enthralled and excited her. Try as she might when she had flipped the image of the vision over and over in her mind after it occurred her anger at herself could not deny the exquisite nurture and protection she had derived from the experience. It was something her rational, adult, female, assertive mind had hoped would never grace her senses again but that was about to change. And her mind wouldn’t stop trying to argue that she shouldn’t let it happen. She was a strong grown intelligent and assertive woman and being dominated like this was not appropriate, especially in today’s political feminist climate yet, to her shame, she could not stop craving the release she felt when Mark took over and stopped her thinking for herself. She’d achieved everything on her own. She lived alone and every decision she made both at work for her and others often kept her stressed and up at night. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle it, just sometimes she would have loved someone else to take the reins in her life and allow her to stop, think about herself, relax and above all feel safe and secure. Mark gave h
er all of that. Still, she knew the other half of her was going to give both herself and him a hard time in letting her fully submit to him.

  Helena sat with her hand on the edge of the bath trying to decide whether to stay or run like a coward as demanded by her assertive mind. She needed to stay and face these feelings Mark had brought out from inside her and face the sexual and nurturing needs she had discovered that were so alien to her as a woman. The need to explore them was just as strong as the one to run from them. She wasn’t going to allow herself to push them aside and ignore them like she did with anything else that caused her confusion, such as her thoughts about her father and her mother. Helena Wright was still a mystery, a puzzle to be solved and Mark Fox was going to help her lay it all open. So, with her bottom lip trembling she made herself sit back in the bath, close her eyes and await Lord Fox’s masterful return.

  A few minutes later she heard the door open and Mark walk across the room to deposit something on the floor near the bath. She didn’t dare open her eyes not wanting to see him preparing the bottle. Then he was by her side again dipping something into the bath water next to her. She felt the soft caress of a natural sponge over her shoulders.

  “Let’s get you bathed and into something more comfortable so we can feed you, little one.”

  Helena’s heart started to beat a little faster. This was really going to happen, and she was damn well going to embrace it, come hell or high water. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him lovingly cleansing her with the sponge from the side of the bath, unable to tear her gaze from his sexy, smooth, muscled chest with its six-pack and his tight arms.

  “You haven’t been eating enough. I can see you starting to lose too much weight. And we don’t want you losing those sexy curves of yours. We are going to remedy that,” he soothed.