Cherished (The Manor Series Book 1)

by Sophia Emerson

  “Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. I won't let you down.”

  “You never could little one.” He smiled as he left and drove his golf cart across the road to his house. Baby Sammie still asleep on his chest, clutching his shirt in her tiny fist.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Violet only had a small bag to unpack and she barely even needed those clothes since the closet was packed with outfits. She walked around the place exploring everything she could on the first floor before sitting down at the kitchen nook on a large padded barstool. She pulled out her pad of paper that was in her bag and started her to-do list. She had to get everything down on paper what had to be done. Now that she was living here, she had to get her grandmother's house cleaned out, cleaned up, and on the market. She knew already that she couldn't afford to keep the place. Not that she wanted to anyways. She did not have very many happy memories there since she had come to be a caregiver for both of them. The house was a constant reminder on what had held her back for so long.

  An hour later the list was covering the front and back on three different pages. She did not want to forget anything. She sat there looking over all of the pages again. When she was about to open up her laptop, she stopped and looked down the hall. Remembering the beautiful office, she walked down the hall and into the office, sitting down at the desk. She looked around letting her mind drift as she saw the plush couch that sat along one wall and the matching plush chairs right in front of the desk. She could easily hold a small business meeting in the place. As she sat there she started to image Nate sitting in the chair across from her, easily reclining, as she worked on a project. She smiled at the image she'd created in her mind as she remembered that she didn't have time to daydream at the moment. She turned on the computer and stopped. Password protected. She had not thought to ask Nate what the password was. She felt like smacking herself in the head, plus she didn't know what the Wi-Fi password was either.

  Looking at the phone she weighed the options. She really did not want to bother him but she also wanted to get a head start on some of the personal things that she needed to get out of the way, so she could throw herself into work at The Manor. She owed Nate and she owed herself even more. This was her second chance. A second chance at a new life and a fresh beginning. She took a deep breathe before chickening out and dialed Nate's phone.

  Two rings later she heard his smooth silky voice over the phone. “Tell me you're not quitting.”

  At the sudden words Violet started to laugh deeply. Quitting was the last thing on her mind. Though it may have run through her mind the moment that she saw where she was living because she worried that Nate would blame himself for letting Raymond into the Club and not catching his monstrous ways. “No. I sat down at the computer and forgot to ask what the password was to get on and the password for the Wi-Fi. This place is gorgeous... you may not get it back.” Violet teased.

  “Fine by me.” Nate said, his voice a little husky. “The password for the computer there and the computer you are working on is 'Personal Assistant' for logging in the first time then I ask you to change those to whatever you want. The Wi-Fi password is...” Violet could hear his hesitation. “The global Wi-Fi for The Manor is “TheManor1969” but there is a personal Wi-Fi in the house that's called “KinkyMy@$$” and the password is “BigPenis69.” He whispered the last as Violet laughed so hard that she was gasping her air and holding her stitches. She didn't care if it hurt. “Blame my sister. See why I refused to let her choose her own clothes.” She could practically see Nate shaking his head. “Well now you know. My sister is super kinky, and I seriously hate thinking of my sister and brother-in-law together in any form together.”

  “You own an exclusive Kink Club and you can barely say the names?” Violet still laughed.

  “Only because it's my baby sister. It's strange seeing her grown up.”

  “I can imagine.” Violet's voice went soft as her laughter calmed a bit.

  “So, what are you doing at the computer? You know you should be resting.”

  “Just working on my personal to-do list before I start tomorrow.”

  “Do you need more time?” Nate asked. He had forgotten that she lost her whole family, but he had remembered all the stuff he had to do when he'd lost both of his parents and taken in his sister. His younger twin brother was too busy with school to care for a young girl.

  “No, it's mostly just some phone calls. I can rest while I call, in this lusciously plush chair at the desk. Did you decorate this house?”

  “No that was all my sister. I just stock all the 'goodies' in the house.”

  “Goodies?”

  Nate chuckled, “Yes. I pack the houses with all the normal sex toys and other special gadgets depending on who is staying at the cabin. I change out the toys regularly unless someone has purchased a cabin specifically for them alone. Any toy imaginable we can easily bring in at any request, but I prefer to keep the dildo's, claps, whips, and everything in the houses so it's less work each time.”

  “Oh.” Violet said. She had been clinching her legs the moment he mentioned toys. She refused to say anything more just in case he could feel her arousal. She looked around the house, but she hadn't seen anything in there.

  “I can hear your mind racing little one.” The amusement in his voice stood out.

  “Are there toys here?”

  “Yes, but you are not to use them until you are fully healed. No exceptions.” His Dominant voice told her that she better not push him.

  “I didn't see any.”

  “How well have you looked?”

  “Not that well. I mostly just walked through before I reminded myself that I should be working and not exploring.”

  “You should be in bed resting is what you should be doing but I understand you wanting to work. The toys are in the drawers underneath each bed frame. Everything has their place in the drawers.”

  “I don't check under the beds until it's time for bed. Can't have the boogie man getting me in my sleep.” Violet smiled as she leaned back in the chair.

  “We wouldn't want that.”

  Violet bit her lip. She wanted to keep talking but there was nothing else to say. It was her first time alone in the cabin, alone at all in a few weeks. “Well I better let you get back to Sammie.” She finally said as she heard the girl blabbering words in the background.

  “She talking to the pillows on the couch, so I have a moment. You said that you've explored a bit. Do you like the cabin? Will it do?”

  “It's amazing. It will more than just do. I feel bad taking up all this space. Please tell me the other three rooms you rent out or something. It's too big for just me.”

  “Nope. Trust me, you'll like having your own space. There will be times when that cabin will become a haven. The work isn't hard but sometimes things hit too close to home in many ways. The cabin is your place to do with what you will.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “No need to thank me. Trust me you'll earn that place and more just putting up with me.” He smiled as he looked at the little girl at was beside him on the couch playing with the pillows as if they were her best friends. “Have a good night and promise me that you will get some rest.”

  “I will Sir. Oh, what time in the morning do you want me at the office?”

  “I'll pick you up at your house at 7am sharp. I want to get the tour in for you and get you trained in the office. Though I already know you can handle our phone system.” He chuckled. She was like him in many ways when it came to work. He was still surprised that she had taken the initiative to start answering the phones immediately when she walked through the front door. It was something that he would have done.

  Violet had been on the phone for hours as she planned for a dumpster to be sent to her Grandmother's house. She did not know how long it would take but she wanted to plan a few hours every other day, if possible, to clean out some of the house. She knew that she would sell a lot of the furniture, and knick-
knacks that had accumulated over the years, but most of it needed to be trashed. She loved seeing the small check marks beside everything on the list that she had already completed or gotten into place. She walked out of the office and towards the bedroom to pick out what she would wear in the morning. She was exhausted even though it was barely six in the evening. After choosing her clothes she striped down to her sports bra and underwear and laid on the bed. Closing her eyes, the blackness surrounded her.

  Violet laid in bed as she felt fingers run down the front of her chest and stomach. Stroking her through her underwear. She lifted off the bed as her bra disappeared onto the floor and she arched her hips upwards as the wet panties found themselves on the floor as well. Hot kisses started at her neck and made her way down. She only dared open them once the man's head was past her breasts. She saw the dark hair and instantly Nate's face came into view. A moan escaped her lips as he licked her throbbing, wanting, clit. “You're so wet.” She heard the huskiness of his voice as her hand traveled down. “No touching. Hands over your head or I'll turn you over my knee.” His command abrupt and she bit her lip at the thought of being over Nate's knee. The thought of his hand reddening her ass with his swats of punishment excited her. She let out a whimper as her thoughts consumed with him pulling her over his knees. Her mind came back as he pushed two fingers inside her slick pussy, moaning. “Like that do you?” He asked as she purred in response. He slowly pushed the fingers inside her and pulled them all the way out. Her juices coating them. “Please” Violet begged as she arched as much as she could at the feeling of him. “Please what?” He asked with a cocky grin as he looked into her wanting, needing, eyes. “Please Sir... more. I need more.” She panted in a begging manner.

  The banging on the front door jolted Violet from her dream. A dream. Shit. Violet shook her head as she noticed that she was now nude on the bed. She grabbed the robe quickly that was on the end of the bed and walked as quickly as she could to the front door. “I'm coming.” She practically shouted in a growl. Opening the door, Nate stood there holding two plates and had some drinks tucked into the crook of his arm. “Thanks, didn't have a hand free to use the key. You ok? Took you a while to answer the door.”

  “Yes, sorry. I was asleep.”

  Nate looked over to her, assessing her, before he nodded. He thought that she would ignore his suggestion of resting but something inside him soared knowing that she obeyed him. He sat the plates down at the kitchen nook. “Come on the food will be getting cold.” A blush burned even brighter on her face as she quickly shut the door and joined him. She could barely look him in the eye, the dream still affecting her. The fact that she was nude under the robe definitely did not help. She had to stop her feelings about Nate before she got herself fired and thrown out on the street. Maybe if she found a Dominant, a real Dominant it would help her get past her fantasies of Nate. She knew that he was not interested in her, even though she could barely control her libido anytime that he in the same district of her. The moment that she saw him at The Manor, she had felt a strong connection with him. She's talked about him so many times to Sylvia though their weeks training. Remembering the night that he turned his back on her instead of laying down a collar broke a piece of her. Memories flooded her of Raymond and her time since Nate had turned from her. Did she blame him? No. She loved him. Shit. She really did love him. The thought of her truly loving someone terrified her. She had already lost everyone twice in her life. She walked slowly over to the chairs and sat down on a barstool.

  Nate's eyes roamed over her as he placed his hand against her forehead. She knew that her blush would still be fierce after the dream he had interrupted and the thought of her love for him.

  “No fever. Eat. Then back to bed.” Nate said, worry in his eyes, under his breathe he muttered, “Maybe take a few days off.” She realized that he must have been talking to her when she was stuck within her own mind.

  “I'm fine Nate. Really.”

  “I may be your boss but I'm also your doctor. You must be honest with me especially about your health. I have to trust you.”

  Violet sat there staring at him. “I promise Sir. I will tell you if I am getting too tired or not feeling well. Like you said, if needed, I can work from here. Though I'm just fine.”

  He didn't say a word but nodded at her words as he pushed one of the plates towards her and the drink. The kitchen had made crockpot chicken, vermicelli rice, green beans and crescent rolls. The smell of the food brought a rumble to Violet's stomach as she realized how hungry she truly was. Giggling she took a bite of chicken as Nate jumped into a story about baby Sammie and the mischief that she got in at his house. “Looks like I'm baby proofing my house as well.” He shook his head, but Violet noticed the happiness within him.

  “You love her already. You're great with kids.”

  “Thanks.” She noticed a twitch, but he didn't say more about it.

  “May I ask what happened to the girl’s mother? I'm guessing divorce since you asked him if he had kidnapped her.”

  “Long story short. Nasty divorce but they both love Sammie. She was killed in a car crash and he now has full custody of her.”

  “I'm sorry, yet I'm happy for Colton.”

  “Colton's an amazing father. He just has to convince himself.” Nate smiled. “He's nervous he'll mess her up. Damage her somehow.”

  “As long as he loves her, he won't mess her up at all.” The statement was sad, meaning there was a story, but she was not going to say. Nate watched her closely as they finished eating.

  The night had been perfect except answering the door naked under the robe. Nate ended up hanging around after dinner after Violet asked if he wanted to watch a movie with her. She did not think that he would agree but she was glad that he did. She had sat next to him on the couch and as the movie started he had put his arm around her. Snuggling into his him they watched the comedy that she had already picked out. She always loved comedies, especially when she wasn't feeling well. She quickly fell asleep as she listened to his heart beat thump in his chest.

  Nate kept an eye on Violet all night. He had noticed her checking out and getting lost in memories a few times since he had walked into the house. He was glad that she was finally asleep. He slid his arm under her legs as he lifted her, holding her close. He tucked her into bed, kissing her forehead. He saw the bra and underwear scattered on the ground. He smiled at the scene. She had been dreaming before he knocked on the door. The thought jerked something within him. He rubbed his thumb over her cheek as she laid there. Even after all the abuse she was still having wet dreams and she hadn't seemed to be as broken and damaged as he expected. She was strong, his little firecracker. He knew that she'd been naked under the robe the moment that she curled up on the couch and the robe had started to gap open. He knew he had fallen for her the moment that he had prepared her for her submissive training at The Manor. He was not even supposed to deal with that but his head trainer, Aaron Hughes, had called out sick. He picked up her clothes, placing them on a chair, before he walked out of the room and out of her cabin.

  He had told himself that he would never love again after losing his wife and son in a car crash five years ago. He had never been tempted to feel again until Violet walked into the room. There was an innocence within her through the pain she already hid when she walked into The Manor.

  Nate walked slowly back towards his house, shifting his aching cock. He knew that he was going to have a permanent zipper imprint. Violet snuggling into his chest almost broke his restraint. She fit into his arms perfectly. He could barely concentrate on the movie. He knew that he had to protect her more than just providing for her and giving her a place to live. Nate looked at his phone and knew of one thing he could do that would keep everyone away from her without telling them about the damage that she endured from Raymond.

  Nate typed out a quick text to his Dominant trainers with his newest order and to keep an eye on their email for the new schedules. Things were pil
ing up from the weeks that he had stayed at the hospital. Though he tried to stay up through his laptop everything piled up.

  He walked into his house, his mind still on Violet and her head resting over his heart. He walked into his bathroom as he threw his shirt into the dirty clothes basket and unzipped his pants pulling out his hard, throbbing thickness. Reaching into the drawer he pulled out the lube squirting some onto his hand before he let himself remember the smooth milky skin that showed beneath her robe. Thinking of pushing deep into her making her come so hard that she shattered hard brought him to the edge as he gushed with a loud groan. He gathered himself as he sagged against the bathroom vanity.

  The morning sun was brightly shining through the large windows onto the Master bed that Violet had been sleeping in. She had been up for an hour already, too excited to sleep. She wanted to make sure that she looked perfect for her first day. She had taken the time to curl her hair and when 7 a.m. hit the microwave clock there was a knock at the door. She swung it open with a smile. “Good morning Sir.” Violet smiled as she stood there.

  Nate smiled in amusement. “It's still just Nate, Mr. Dawkins in business meetings.” He shook his head realizing the smirk on her face. She was being playful with him. She must have finally got a good night of sleep. He pulled out a jewelry box out of his pocket. “I got you this necklace to honor your first day at your... second chance I believe you call it.” He smiled, knowing exactly what she called it. He had listened in to one of her conversations with Sylvia. He opened the lid as she gasped. “I saw your key tattoo during one of the surgeries and Sylvia said you loved them.” He stood tall knowing it was the right decision. Violet's eyes were huge as she reached out and gently lifted the necklace out of the box.