When a knock at the door came twenty minutes later, she knew it was another gift from Rhett, Janie rarely knocked. She tipped the UPS guy and opened up the small box surprised at the I-Phone nestled inside and the note. "Keep this with you at all times, I worry about you." It was signed simply R.H and she shook her head. She already had a cell phone, granted it wasn't as nice as this, but still it was perfectly capable of doing everything she needed.
When the phone begin to buzz, she almost dropped it she was so startled. Glancing down at the screen she saw Rhett's name, not surprised he had already programmed his name into it.
"Baby can you get off work for a few days, I need to go to Cozumel tomorrow night and would love for you to come with me."
She was floored by his text and stared at the words for a few seconds before texting back. "I don't know if I can do that Sir, I only have two weeks left until this job ends." She hit send and stared at the phone waiting for his reply.
After five minutes she was thinking he wasn't going to reply back and decided to get ready for work. She was bone tired today and wished she could just climb back into bed and sleep again. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she heard the phone buzz again.
"I just wired ten thousand dollars into your account sweetheart, and one of my interns will finish up your two weeks. I really want you to take this trip with me."
Her mouth hung open at the words and she couldn't wrap her mind around how overwhelming he was being. How did he get her account number, she wondered? Ten thousand dollars was more than she would make almost all year working at the store, shaking her head she was just confused as hell. She didn't want his money, and granted she didn't want to go to work today, but it was damn presumptuous of him to do something like that without asking her first.
Pacing around her bedroom she didn't know whether to tell him to go to hell or thank him for giving her some breathing room. This just wasn't how people did things, she thought to herself and then thought about Janie. This was exactly how she did things. Her daddy paid her bills and gave her credit cards, but this definitely wasn't Scarlett's life. She didn't answer the text. Mainly because she needed time to analyze how she felt about it.
Her brain was exhausted as she walked around the school store attempting to get everything in order to keep her mind from exploding. No one came in at all that day, and she wished they were swamped so her thoughts would stop trying to make the right decisions. At closing time she knew she had to text him back. When she made it to the mansion, if she went, he'd be all caveman again she was certain.
"I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you putting money into my account and making decisions about my job," she added Scarlett before sending.
"I wouldn't normally mess with your work schedule baby but I can't stand the thought of being away from you two days, RH"
Well hell, what was she supposed to say to that? All her steam went right out the window with his sweet words. She didn't relish the idea of being without him for two days either. She texted him back, "I want to be with you to, but please Sir, no more messing with my work." Scarlett's hands trembled as she sent the text. Not because she was afraid of how he'd take her message but because his words made her think they had a chance at something more.
"See you at nine sweetheart, and I won't mess with your career plans again, my word, RH."
Shaking her head, she couldn't stop the goofy smile that filled her face. Obviously he could be reasonable about some things, she thought. She drove home and dressed in one of the sexy dresses he bought her last night. Her wardrobe was much improved since meeting him, she thought with a grin. She'd just put the finishing touches on her make up with Janie walked in.
"You're seeing him again," Janie felt angry that he hadn't broken things off like she'd expected.
"I am going to enjoy these ten nights Janie, and after that well, whatever happens, happens." She wasn't going to debate this with her best friend. For the first time in her life she was going to do exactly what she wanted and think only of herself.
"Scarlett this is crazy, you know what a nervous wreck you were the other day, and it's not going to get easier to walk away." She wanted to slap Rhett upside the head for not having the decency to end this.
"He asked me to move in with him Janie," she didn't mention that he wanted her as a slave, she couldn't force herself to say the words.
"Whoa!" Janie was knocked flat on her ass by those words, so to speak and she just stood there for a few seconds. If he wanted her to live with him that was a completely different scenario than what she'd been expecting. "So he's willing to have a vanilla relationship?"
"Not exactly," she lowered her voice as if someone might overhear, even thought they were completely alone.
Recognition dawned and Janie sat down on the bed, not liking where this was heading at all. "He wants you to be a full time submissive." It wasn't a question, she knew this was worse than him stringing her along.
"His slave," she said the word with less disgust than she had felt last night.
"Scarlett, you know this is a bad idea right?" She doubted her best friend understood what that type of lifestyle involved, with someone like Rhett. No choices, no life outside of what he would allow her to do for him. "He'll destroy you honey." She had seen firsthand how her friend had reacted the other night, and knew her better than anyone else. Rhett could be intense in small doses, living with him would be giving up her entire life and goals. "You'll never have a job, never be able to do anything except what he tells you Scarlett, that's what he's offering."
"I haven't said yes Janie," she knew her friend meant well, and agreed with her on most of what she was saying, but this was her decision.
"Damn it Scarlett, think about this, you would belong to him without any conditions, I know Rhett he'd take nothing less." This might not be her life, but someone needed to save Scarlett from herself, she thought angrily.
"I don't want to talk about this right now Janie, I'm going to be late." She was pissed and mainly because her friend was touching on all her own concerns. "I'm going to Cozumel with him tomorrow night and we'll be back in a few days, we'll discuss it after 'I' make my own decision. She didn't give her friend time to speak again, she simply walked outside, got in her car and drove away.
By the time she made it to Rhett's she was in control of her anger. She loved Janie like a sister, but it galled her to no end that she thought she knew what was best for her. She hadn't said yes yet, and until she did her opinions needed to stay in her own head.
Walking to his front door she rang the bell and followed the butler to the dungeon stairs without speaking. She wanted to focus on her time with Rhett, if she decided to not take his offer they only had a few more nights together.
Making her way downstairs, she could only gasp at the transformation. The entire room was filled with flaming red candles. The dungeon furniture had been covered with black silk coverings, hiding it from view except for one table. That table was covered with what looked like white fur. She had no idea what was going through his mind as she walked into the changing room
Hanging on the back of the door was a sheer white nightgown. It looked almost medieval. She removed all of her clothes quickly and slid the gauzy material over her head. It had two straps to cover her breasts, was snug at her small waist, then fell to her ankles in soft folds. It was almost completely see through, but she loved it. Taking out her ponytail she allowed her hair to fall down her back in a long curtain.
She walked back out into the dungeon, and knelt. It was a little bit of a relief to not be naked this time, she thought. Glancing around the room she finally noticed the roses scattered at different points in the room. She smiled at the Goth looking scene, wondering again just what he had planned.
She didn't have long to wait as he walked downstairs dressed in a black tuxedo, red bow tie, and smiling at her with his fangs prominent. She gasped at how sexy he looked as a vampire and could almost allow herself to believe he was
real, the fangs looked so real.
"My beauty should not kneel, you shall serve me with your blood tonight, not your knees." Smiling widely, he enjoyed the look of surprise that covered her beautiful face.
He walked over and held out his hand and she allowed him to help her stand. She was completely on board with this game she thought, as he led her over to the table.
"Do you offer your body to me freely tonight my dear," he spoke with an accent, wanting to pull her into his fantasy completely.
"My body is yours Sir, I offer it to you of my own accord," she decided if he wanted to play a game, she was definitely willing to play along with the idea.
"Climb up on the altar and lay your life in my hands then," his dark blue eyes filled with heat as he thought about the game they would play tonight.
His acting skills were good enough that she felt herself sinking into his world of make believe. Her body trembled as she clumsily climbed up on the table and laid back. She lifted her hands above her head and clasped them together, wanting to appear like a perfect sacrifice.
He walked around the table, enjoying the shivers of anticipation moving through her delectable body. He was glad the role-play was turning her on, and made a note to do this again with her some night. "We must lose this dress, my dear, I wish to see what you have to offer me."
Pulling a dagger from a holder in his sash, he held it up before her, turning it so it would pick up reflections from the candle light. Her trembling increased, which aroused him greatly. His hand moved under the flimsy material, "Don't move an inch, dear one, I would hate to make you bleed too soon." He smirked as her eyes widened and used the dagger to cut from where the straps covering her breasts met at the waist, all the way down to the hem.
The feel of the cool air on her breasts as his hands pulled the garment to each side of her, leaving her bare to his gaze, made her shiver. Her peaks pebbled and she was more than a little turned on. The dampness between her thighs was evidence of how much she was loving this.
He slowly trailed the dagger over her sternum, and then lower across her flat stomach. "My sacrifice has such a beautiful body," he lowered his mouth to trail his tongue down the same path the dagger had recently taken. "You have no idea what I long to do to you tonight."
His laugh was somewhat evil, and she noted it wasn't his normal chuckle. For a moment, a fission of fear moved through her as she lost herself into the world of make believe. His tongue delved into her navel and her hips lifted at the shocked tickling sensation.
"That will never do my dear," he smirked at her movement and stepped away to retrieve several red silk scarves. "I know you want to please me, but my desires run dark so I must bind you to assure myself you will not attempt to run away."
She was aching to have him touch her, the play was more intense than she would have ever believed. Moaning softly she lifted her hips off the table. "Please, Sir," she whimpered with need.
Smiling, he moved to the head of the table and took her first wrist tying it and binding it to a small metal loop at the top of the table above her head, he secured the other wrist in the same fashion. "My dear, you will be begging to end this before we finish."
Her body tensed at his words and she was suddenly afraid to wonder what he meant by those words. She struggled against her bonds, feeling oddly like she wasn't in the same time and place any longer, and unable to understand why.
She watched as he pulled metal stirrups from the ends of the table, much like the ones she'd seen in her gynecologist office. Her face burned at the thought of how humiliating those visits had been. What did he plan to do to her? She bit her lip nervously.
Lifting her legs into the stirrups one at a time, he wrapped longer red scarves around her thigh and tied them to the cool metal securely. He did the same for her ankles, making her legs completely immobile. Her legs were spread wide, and he dropped the bottom table so her sexy ass was almost hanging off.
"So beautiful my dear, my fangs are growing just thinking of drinking from you here." His finger moved between her legs and tapped her clit.
Was he going to really bite her? Her heart raced and she wasn't sure if it was in terror or longing. He pushed a single digit deep inside her and her thoughts centered toward fulfillment and she didn't care what he did as long as he let her come. This was their wildest night yet she thought with a groan of longing as he began riding her with his finger. When he pulled his finger from her aching flesh, she cried out softly in disappointment.
He walked back to the head of the table, his smile evil once again, she would not forget this night, he determined. "I love the emotion in your beautiful eyes my dear, but now I must hinder your sight." He pulled out the last red sash and secured it over her eyes. "I would never want your eyes to feast on my hideous nature." Lowering his lips he kissed her cheek.
Long moments passed by and she could see that he had turned on the lights even through the scarf. Was this the end, she thought nervously. Her body was throbbing as she heard strange sounds around her without the ability to know what they were.
He walked into the changing room to wash his hands and left her for a few minutes to wonder what would happen. He wasn't sure how she would react to what he was about to do. Walking back into the room, he set up a sterile tray and pulled a doctors stool in between her parted thighs.
The site of pink flesh had his tongue aching to delve deep inside and he allowed himself the pleasure. He suckled her clit and bit down slightly, pleased at the soft moan that left her lips. His tongue darted in wanting her body to be aching before he finished their play. With slow unhurried movements his tongue teased and retreated, keeping her just on the brink of orgasm without letting her find release.
Sliding a small q-tip from his tray he slowly slid it under the hood of her clit, pleased at the amount of tissue there. She arched her hips off the table thinking he was still pleasuring her. "Do not move at all my dear, or I will be forced to punish you. Do you understand?" His tone was harsh because it was imperative she remain still.
"Yes, Sir," she whimpered knowing it was going to take everything she had in her not to move. Her body was strung so tight at the need to release that she was ready to cry.
He opened the bottle of Betadine, and slowly began squirting it over her tender folds. She gasped at the coolness, but her hips remained still, he was impressed. "Good girl," he dropped the acting because he was in serious mode for the moment. He had been trained to do this by a Master many years ago, and knew that while it was not a very difficult task, it took skill to do it perfectly.
"I'm going to bite you now, my precious girl, you will remain completely still." He had no intention of biting her, but she would feel the sensation and he wanted her to interpret it as a bite.
Lifting the NRT off the sterile tray, he lifted the hood of her clit and with one quick movement pierced her. Her cry of surprise was not one of true pain, and he was pleased he still had the ability to do this with precision.
Scarlett's had held her breath at the strange pinching sensation which had felt like a bite. She couldn't believe he actually bit her and was trying to come to grips with his strange idea of play tonight. The pain wasn't excruciating and was already starting to fade somewhat, but it definitely wasn't a very pleasant experience. It still felt like a small little fire was burning her clit, and the strange foreign object feeling there was really throwing her off.
"Sweetheart you were such a good girl," he used a q-tip and drenched it with antiseptic, then cleansed the new piercing carefully. She would love how this felt when they made love, he remembered several submissive's saying it was one of the best things they'd ever had done.
She rotated her hips at the strange feeling of him messing around down there, and something just didn't seem to fit. If he bit her, why did she still feel like there was something strange lodged in that part of her body?
When she was completely cleansed, he moved to the top of the table and removed the scarf covering her eyes.
"I want you to look at something baby," he smiled and made his way to the end of the table and picked up a large mirror from the tray, positioning it between her legs.
Scarlett could only look on in stunned disbelief at the curved jewelry that now was firmly implanted in the hood of her clitoris. She knew now that he hadn't bitten her at all, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing compared to this or not. "What have you done, Sir?" she questioned him, still stunned.
"Trust me baby, you'll love how this makes you feel, and if you don't we'll take it out and it will heal quickly." He could see by the uncertainty in her eyes that she doubted him on the enjoying part. To prove his point he lightly tugged, and watched her gasp in pleasure and pain. "It will be nothing but pleasure in a few days baby."
She was floored at the feeling the slight tug had given her, and she had to admit that it honestly did feel good. "So will we be able, to well you know, Sir?" The thought of having to wait to have him fill her was going to make this a horrible decision on his part.
He chuckled, pleased that she was not upset. "Yes my horny little angel, we can still fuck." In truth he should have asked her permission before doing this, because she couldn't have safe worded her way out of this when she had no clue what he was doing. It was a liberty he didn't feel bad for taking though, if she hated it she could remove it and it would heal.
"We just need to remember to keep this extremely clean for the next few weeks sweetheart. After we have sex, you have to disinfect it. I have all the stuff we need to use here." He winked as she blushed. She was still bound to the table, and he wanted to take her upstairs and test out his new little gift to her. He quickly untied the silken scarves before walking around the room to blow out all the candles.
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