I watch her face as her eyes skim across the room, taking in the details. Her curiosity makes the corner of my lips kick up into a smile. She obviously approves.
My home is littered with two things, fireplaces because I love the atmosphere created by the cracking of wood in the warm glow of a natural fire, and artifacts from the places I’ve traveled in the last two years. As soon as I could leave my family, I did. And I went as far as away as I could get.
Cigars are my favorite keepsake. There are several boxes, some antiques, hold cigars throughout my home. There are a plethora of maps as well. Mostly hand-drawn that I collected from the places I’ve traveled, mountains I’ve climbed, taverns I’ve explored. The other trinket that I’ve collected a mass number of are weapons. A bow and arrows are showcased in the den. It’s ancient from Greece and one of my favorites. I never used it for fear of breaking it.
Lilly’s eyes widened when she catches sight of it. She blinks several times, as if doing so will make it disappear. My fingers itch to take it off the wall and let her hold it.
She noticeably swallows. I can practically hear her gulp. I know she’s just now registering that she doesn’t really know me. That she signed a contract to be handed over to me, giving me her freedom. And only now is she even beginning to learn who I really am.
I don’t like seeing her fear. Especially since she’s only just gotten here.
“I think you’ll feel better once we discuss things a little more in detail.” I let my finger trail down her collarbone, down to her shoulder, pushing the fabric out of my way as I go. I only use my middle finger, my blunt nail scraping along her skin gently. Her eyes close and her body relaxes under my touch. I’ve conditioned her to do that.
“For now, I’ll allow you to be clothed.” I talk softly, my words gentle and caressing. Calming her. “It’ll be your first privilege that I’ll take away. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she responds immediately. She’s falling into character, so to speak. Remembering how we were inside of the dungeon of Club X. That’s most likely what it was to her, an act, a character she was playing. But now it’s real life. When she’s done playing but realizes she can escape, that’s when I’ll see the real her. The piece that she’s kept hidden from me while we played.
“If you disobey me again, then you’ll be whipped.” Her head falls back slightly at my words, her chest rising with a quickening breath. Again this turns her on, she’s used to me giving her pleasure with the whippings. But there’s no pleasure and punishment here. She has yet to go through a true punishment.
“Yes, Sir.” I take her coat from the crook of her arm and set it on the foyer table behind me, before returning back to her. She stands obediently, her hands clasped, waiting for me to give her a command. This is the way she should have been from the start. Waiting and ready for me. That’s how she’ll always be in this house. I just need to train her.
I step closer to her, standing in front of her but not touching. Her fingers twitch, but she stays still. “The third punishment is orgasm denial.” I smirk at her as her eyes widen in surprise. “That’s something you’ve yet to experience, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir... May I ask a question?” She’s hesitant and I can understand why, but I need her to know that she can always talk to me. There may be consequences if she speaks to me disrespectfully. But I always want to know what she has to say.
“While you’re here you can speak freely. So long as you address me properly.”
“How long?” I smile broadly at her question, holding back my laughter. My greedy little flower. My reaction makes her smile, her shoulders relaxing slightly.
“Are you already planning on getting into trouble,” I tease her, my middle finger now running up and down her throat.
“No, sir.” There’s still the trace of a smile on her lips.
“Are you so certain that you’re going to displease me?” I ask her, my finger pausing on her soft skin.
She takes a moment to swallow before answering again, “no, Sir.”
“Your punishment will fit the crime. So the length of your denial depends on what you do.”
I have to tell her about the cage. These punishments are for minimal offenses. If she does something out of character. Something to intentionally upset me or disrespect me, then that’s where she’ll stay. I’ve seen the way she looks at the cages in the dungeon. The one i have for her is larger. There’s curiosity behind her eyes, but it truly is a punishment. Both for her and for me. My hope is that I’ll never have to use it, although I imagine with her curiosity she may ask me if she can go in, just to see what it’s like. Just to tease me with her being unavailable.
“We have a lot to discuss.” I splay my hand on her back, leading her away from the front door and further into my house, her new home for the next month. “Come. Let me show you your room.”
Chapter 15
Lilly
Luxury.
It’s the only way I can describe my bedroom when I step inside with Joseph at my side, his eyes on my face, watching for my reaction.
I don’t disappoint him. My jaw nearly drops to the floor as I survey the room, my breath catching in my throat.
An amused grin curls the corner of Joseph’s lips as he eyes my stunned look. He knows I’m floored by his impressive wealth and he’s enjoying every second of it.
Pure, unadulterated luxury.
Seriously, I can hardly believe this will be my bedroom. The rest of the house is amazing and I can’t wait to explore it all, but this…. I shake my head. This is absolutely gorgeous.
I press a hand to my chest. This room is the stuff dreams are made of. It’s large and spacious, contemporary, urban and chic, all in one. The walls are lined with an intricate high-gloss gray paisley wallpaper that literally takes my breath away and soft lush white carpet that looks and feels like a mink fur coat. I kick my heels off as I let it all sink in.
As I move across the floor, my feet are enveloped by the soft carpet and a soft sigh escapes my lips at the caress of it against my skin. It feels so good to walk on it. I’ve never felt anything like it.
A large king size bed with a canopy lies at the back wall, the soft white gossamer curtains billowing out from the gentle air circulating around the room. Above it, is a tray ceiling painted a pale blue and a diamond chandelier in the very center.
Directly across from the bed lies an exquisitely shaped white hearth over a grey marble fireplace, a large white recliner sitting in front of it, adorned with pale blue throw pillows.
I spin around, taking in everything, the crown molding, the expensive finish of every piece of architect in the room. With all the white, It really looks like a place of purity. Sweet innocence.
Like my virginity.
I try to push the unwanted thought away, not wanting to think about what the cost of the contract entails.
Then I see them. The toys. I shake my head. I must be imagining things.
I close my eyes, and then pop them open. Nope. Still there. I don’t know how I didn’t see them before, but now that I have, I can’t unsee them.
They’re all the color of the room, white and grey, so I guess they blended into the background. But not now. Now, it’s all I see.