Bonds of Fate - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance) Page 3

  I furrowed my brow. This talk was opening a new sphere of knowledge for me. I wanted to know more, but I was suddenly ushered out of the room by Karen as Betty started to clear the plates.

  “I’ll show you where you’ll be working this morning,” said Karen. She led me out of the kitchen and back towards the entrance of the mansion. We turned to an open room on the side of the foyer. “This is the parlor.”

  A chandelier hung down the room, illuminating a small wooden table that held a stainless steel tea set, surrounded by red cushioned chairs. A fireplace sat on the far side with candelabras perched on both ends. It was an ornate room that seemed untouched, like no one ever used it, as though it were all just for show. All of the decorations and the fancy furnishings seemed like a waste to me if no one ever came in to enjoy it.

  “Today you’ll mop the floor in here and dust absolutely everything that you see.” She handed me a feather duster and pointed to a mop and bucket leaning against one corner of the room. “Mr. Draper will come by after you’re done to make sure not one fleck of dust is overlooked, so be as thorough as possible.” I must’ve given her a worried look. She walked over to me and patted my shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll be upstairs, so come get me if you need anything.”

  I started mopping the hardwood floors, easily losing myself to daydreams while I worked. Cleaning was kind of relaxing and I was happy to be doing something. I got so caught up in it that I almost forgot about the other part of my job—the sexual part of it—but it still lingered in the back of my mind. When I finished pushing the mop around every inch of the parlor, I took the feather duster and swiped it around everything in sight. A cloud must have moved passed the sun because a sudden burst of light shone through the windows into the room. I stopped what I was doing for a moment to peer outside. The lawn below shone an emerald green under the morning sun, and the horses behind the white fences sat in the fields, basking in what little warmth the winter had given them.

  I quickly remembered my task at hand and continued dusting the parlor. I didn’t notice the corner of the table as I walked past it and jabbed my hip painfully on the sharp edge. “Shit!” I hissed, rubbing the sore spot.

  Footsteps came to a sudden halt just outside the parlor. Thinking it was Karen, I glanced up sheepishly only to find a man standing at the doorway. A wave of embarrassment warmed my entire body at the sight of him, and I felt my cheeks turn red. He was incredibly handsome, wearing a fitted black suit with a white shirt. The top of his shirt was still unbuttoned, and he had a tie hanging loosely around his neck, as though he were in the middle of putting it on. He looked like one of those models on advertisements next to department stores I used to camp out in front of during the night. No, he was handsomer than that. He had stunning blue eyes, like the color of the stormy sky outside the window this morning—a bluish-gray. His mouth was set in a stern line, and was framed by neatly trimmed stubble around his square jaw. Despite the severity of his gaze I could sense a bit of softness on his lips and his eyes that he did well to push away.

  I suddenly felt the warmth of the sun fade away from the windows, causing the room to darken as it hid back behind another cloud.

  “I don’t appreciate that kind of language in this house,” the man told me. His voice was cold, causing me to shiver in alarm. Was he angry with me?

  He entered the parlor, and I realized I was backing up slowly as he approached. My heart started to beat faster and faster as he neared. I winced as my body hit the side of the table. Now there was no escape. “I’m so sorry,” I mumbled to the man. As he came near I caught a whiff of the same expensive cologne I smelled on the leather jacket last night. Of course, this must be Victor Draper. Nervous, and not really knowing what to do I offered him my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I began, but immediately stopped short. Victor gave me a dark look and I knew I must be doing something wrong. My heart fluttered erratically, and I felt my breath come in short spurts, causing me to feel dizzy. I remembered the contract, and how I was supposed to address him. “Sir...” I added, hoping it wouldn’t be too late.

  Victor ran his hand through his stylishly messy dark blond hair and frowned down at me. “Turn around and bend over.”

  I dropped my hand. “What?” I exclaimed, making no move to do as he asked me. He then grabbed me by my waist and turned me around, pushing me down so I was bent over the table. I tried resisting, only having his fingers dig deeper into my skin. My elbows dug uncomfortably in the wood as I stared down at it. By now my heart was pounding loudly in my chest and in my ears, and I started to panic as his hands pushed my gray skirt up over my hips, revealing my bare legs and white panties. Oh God, he was going to have sex with me here and now. Was I even ready for this? I glanced over at the door. I felt the urge to escape, but I knew that was useless considering the tight grip he had on me.

  I felt a stinging blow to my ass and I realized he spanked me. Time seemed to slow down as my eyes widened with shock and I slowly turned my head to stare at him. I started to form a question, but stopped at the sight of his stony glare.

  “Turn back around,” he ordered.

  As I did, he spanked me again. I let out a small yelp, and was confused by the sudden burst of arousal forming in my body while I had my ass was exposed to him...and to the rest of the household if they were to walk by. My mind struggled to understand the unfamiliar mixture of pain, humiliation, and desire. Was something this painful supposed to feel good?

  “Keep count,” he told me gruffly.

  “Two,” I whispered. Tears formed in my eyes from the stinging. “Three.” The force of his blows sent my body forward, causing the edge of the table to dig uncomfortably into my stomach. By the time I counted to ten he stopped, letting me straighten back up. I let out a gasp of air I didn’t know I was holding in. I started to turn around and stopped. I had to be very careful around this man, which meant I would need to choose my words carefully. “May I turn around, Sir?” I asked him, hoping those were the right words to use.

  “You may.”

  I relaxed. My body was on fire from the spanking, and all I could think about was how I had disappointed him. Was he still angry with me for cursing? Will I get kicked out and have to go back to living on the streets? The thought of being cold and hungry again made me frightened. If I had any chance of living here, I had to apologize to him. “I’m so sorry about what I said,” I told him. “If there’s any way I can make it up to you...”

  Victor simply looked down. Puzzled, I followed his gaze only to find a bulging erection pressed against the front of his pants. My body stirred in response. I hesitated for a moment before kneeling down in front of him. I forced my hands not to shake as I unzipped his pants. His cock sprang from the opening. It was big and hard as I took it into my hands before directing it into my mouth. My heart began beating erratically as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft. I had never done anything like this before, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I was doing any of it right. However, it must have felt good to him. Victor moaned softly as he pressed his hand on the back of my head, pushing me to go deeper and deeper.

  “Look at me,” he demanded. I obliged, staring up at his peculiar stormy blue eyes. I flicked my tongue around the smooth tip of his cock as he looked back down at me. His gaze was devoid of any warmth. His grip on my head became tighter as he wrapped his fingers around my hair before he pulled me away from him. He then picked me up and set me roughly on the edge of the table, knocking the tea set away with a loud clatter. My legs trembled as his hands glided up them to pull down my small, white panties. He dropped them on the floor. “Already wet for me?” He muttered as pried my legs wide apart and brushed the tip of his cock against my ass hole.

  Panic gripped me. “Please, not there!” I begged him, feeling a combination of absolute mortification and arousal from him touching me in such a private place.

  “Tell me where you want me to put it,” he said to me, his voice icy.

  I did want it;
that was the surprising realization that swept over me. I wanted his cock inside me.

  “F-fuck me in my pussy,” I stuttered, and squeezed my eyes shut as I waited for his move.

  I gasped as his cock filled my body. He reached underneath my blouse to grasp my breasts as he pounded me over and over. I had to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling off and hitting the hardwood floor.

  “I told you that kind of language isn’t appropriate in this house,” he hissed at me.

  A fire raged through my body, and with every thrust of his cock deeper into my pussy I felt more and more the intense urgency for a release. It wasn’t long, however, before he came inside me. His breath was hot against my neck as he paused for a moment before sliding out of me. When I raised my head slightly off the table to look at him, he was already zipped up and on his way out the door. He paused at the doorway. Without turning around he said, “You need to be careful about denying me. I don’t like to be told no.”

  I stood silently in the parlor a few moments after he left before I took a towel from a pile of cleaning supplies Karen left me and cleaned myself up. My face still burned from embarrassment and confusion over how strongly my body reacted to his touch. I picked up the fallen tea set from off the floor and set it back up on the table. It would’ve been impossible for Karen, Betty, and Oscar not to hear us in here. I wonder what they thought of all the noises. Were they used to it?

  My body was starting to become sore from all of the activity, and there was still a lingering feeling of desire that had yet to be satiated. Closing my eyes, I pushed my hand back up my skirt and underneath my panties and began fingering myself as I thought about dark, handsome Victor. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, imagining I made another mistake in front of him. “I’m so sorry, Sir.” I felt my desire quicken as I pictured him taking me again where I stood, his cock rubbing up inside me, causing me to come again and again.

  I gasped as my body suddenly tensed and released with a deliciously sweet, throbbing orgasm. When I had finished, I glanced quickly behind me to make sure no one had witnessed my private little moment. I hastily went back to work.

  Although it had been unsettling and new to me, what had happened in the parlor wasn’t terrible. For all of the things Victor had already given me, or will give me if I asked, having a few intimate moments such as today didn’t seem as bad as the ominous contract had stated. I smiled, thinking of how my body reacted so strongly to his. Maybe next time I won’t have to rely on my fingers to give me an orgasm.

  After I had finished with the parlor, I picked up my cleaning supplies and rushed off to find Karen for my next assignment.

  Chapter 4

  I didn’t see Victor for the rest of the day—or in the evening for that matter. I was too busy to worry about it much anyway; after cleaning the parlor, Karen handed me a vacuum and told me that I needed to clean the carpet, which meant every single step of all of the mansion’s staircases. The vacuum didn’t look heavy, but it was, and my legs and arms were soon crying out in pain every time I had to lug it up and down the stairs. The task took me all around the large house, and with every step I took, there was a new surprise waiting to find me.

  There were at least five different bedrooms (not including mine or Victor’s) altogether, but it would hardly surprise me if there were more hidden away. I also stumbled upon what looked like a personal movie theater: A giant flat screen TV screen filled half the hall, and in front of the TV were four rows of chairs, enough to hold sixteen people. The floor gradually tilted upward into a slope so that no matter where someone sat, they would still be able to see the screen. Each guestroom that I cleaned had huge TVs as well as a stunning view of Victor’s estate. I vaguely wondered why my room lacked a TV when it suddenly became clear to me.

  I was to be getting my entertainment elsewhere. I couldn’t help but smile.

  When I had finally finished cleaning, I wheeled the vacuum back to the small cupboard as Karen had instructed me. Still not feeling too comfortable in my small pumps, I tripped, sending the vacuum out in front of me as I tried to keep myself from falling on the floor. The vacuum subsequently hit a small table that was holding a vase, causing the vase to rock precariously. I panicked. Thinking it would crash into pieces on the tiled floor, I jumped up, causing one shoe to fly clear across the room. I placed my hands to steady the vase, letting out a breath of relief that nothing disastrous had happened.

  That was when I felt the searing pain in my ankle. Oh, damn it all.

  “Are you alright?” I snapped my head up as Karen bustled in with her cleaning supplies. “Did you finish vacuuming?”

  “Yes,” I said through gritted teeth. “It almost cost me my life, I think.”

  Karen looked confused. Then she noticed my shoe on the other side of the room. “What in the world happened to you?”

  “I think I hurt my ankle trying to save that vase over there.” I rubbed my leg. It was probably going to start swelling in a matter of minutes.

  “Oh, dear.” Karen dropped her supplies and ran over to me. “Can you walk?”

  I gingerly put weight on my leg. It felt like fire. I didn’t want to tell her that, though. It was embarrassing to screw up so much on my first day. “I’ll be fine.”

  She must’ve seen me wince. “Follow me into the kitchen and I’ll help you take care of it.” As I limped after her I could hear her mumbling. “This is my entire fault. I should’ve watched over you, this being your first time and all.”

  I couldn’t let her have that. “It’s not your fault. I’m completely capable of cleaning. I guess I just get kind of clumsy sometimes. I’ll try harder, I promise.”

  Karen gave me a kind smile. “You’re doing great,” she told me. Then she gave me a wink. “I won’t tell Mr. Draper about the vase.”

  “What about my leg? I’m worried he’ll be angry with me.”

  “You tripped, is all. You can hardly fault anyone for tripping. Everyone does it at some point in their lives.”

  Her words comforted me. When we got to the kitchen she had me sit at the table as she went to fetch something to ice my ankle with. “You must’ve sprained it a bit,” she told me as I pressed a bag of frozen peas against the swelling. “Hopefully it won’t be too bad. I can finish up the rest of your chores for you while you go upstairs to rest. Let me know if it gets any better.”

  I hobbled up the stairs back towards my room. I cleaned practically every room in the house before my little fiasco, all except Victor’s bedroom. I stared at the closed door curiously before I walked next door to my room. Was he annoyed with me? Was he thinking twice about having me live here?

  The events of the day left me exhausted, and as I stared at my fluffy, four-poster bed, I wanted nothing more than to sink into it. I was told, however, that I could take a quick bath before coming back downstairs to help prepare dinner for Victor. That was, if my ankle didn’t pain me too much.

  I noticed that Victor’s jacket was gone from the spot on the edge of the bed where I had put it the night before. However, something else on my desk caught my eye, and as I walked over to it I noticed a white envelope. Four letters were written neatly on the front, but try as I might I was not able to read it. I broke the seal on the back and opened the envelope. Inside was a beautiful pin made from silver and ivory that was in the shape of a small bird with its wings outstretched. Tears formed in my eyes as I traced my fingers over the intricate carvings of the ivory. Was this from Victor? Have I ever been given something so pretty?

  I put the little pin back on the table and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in my bath, and as I waited for the water to fill, I looked outside the four windows that bordered alongside the tub. The view was of the backside of the mansion, where the pasture for the horses extended. Further beyond the pasture were rolling hills covered with vineyards. Movement to the right caught my eye. I leaned closer to the window and watched as a man wearing an English-style riding helmet and a bright red outfit
rode a beautiful, black horse back towards the stables. Is that where he has been all day? Riding around his estate on his horse? I noticed Oscar outside next to the stables, ready to help Victor dismount. They exchanged a few words together and Victor threw his head back and laughed.

  Well, he seems like a totally a different person than he was earlier today, I mused. I suddenly wanted to know what his laugh sounded like. What were the things in life that he found amusing?

  I took off my clothes and stepped into the steaming hot bathtub. My body was aching from all of the activity of the day, and the feel of the hot water on my sore ankle felt heavenly. There were a few interesting knobs and buttons next to the tub’s faucet, and I pressed one at random, curious to see what it would do. I jumped as bubbles started forming out of the sides of the tub, one directly underneath me.

  Oh, okay. This actually feels really, really good. I rested my head on the tile counter behind me and closed my eyes, relishing in my short moment of relaxation. I could definitely get used to this. A bar of soap had been placed on the side of the tub, and I quickly lathered it up in my hands. It smelled faintly of lavender, and somehow it invoked some sort of feeling of nostalgia, like it held another link to my missing past.