“Dove!” I heard Oscar calling out to me. I steered Butterscotch back towards the stables and after Oscar helped me down I stood by to watch him brush the horse’s glossy coat.
“Can I ride her again sometime?”
“As long as someone’s here to watch over you. At least for the next couple of times. I feel like you’re getting the hang of it quite quickly.”
“Thanks so much for teaching me how to ride.”
“Best be getting back to your room before Mr. Draper’s guests arrive,” he told me with a wink.
As I walked back to the mansion, I looked back up at Victor’s window. It didn’t surprise me to see that he wasn’t standing there watching over me anymore.
People who I assumed were important glided in and out of the mansion during some of the evenings when Victor hosted parties. Tonight was the first night I wasn’t too sure of my place in the mansion and stood downstairs in plain sight staring with open interest as guest after guest filed through the house. Karen finally spotted me and pulled me away. “You’re supposed to stay in your room while Mr. Draper holds his parties,” she admonished me, but not unkindly. “I don’t want you to get in trouble if he sees you out here!”
I crept up to my room and stayed there for a few moments until I was sure the coast was clear. I then quietly walked over to the staircase and remained in the shadows of the hallway as I stared down at all of the extravagant guests socializing with one another. The women wore gorgeous gowns, and had their hair done up beautifully. I touched my own, long hair, wondering if I could learn how to braid my hair or pull it back into an intricate bun like some of the women had done with theirs. I watched enviously as they walked around with ease in heels at least twice the height of the ones I wore now. Perhaps I could ask Oscar to get me some to practice in.
At one point I spotted Victor down below, talking to a pretty young woman with golden red hair and porcelain white skin. I watched enviously as his hand rested on the small of the woman’s back as they both laughed at some joke I could not hear. What makes you think you will ever be like that woman? A voice in the back of my mind told me. You would fall flat on your face before you could even make it down the stairs if you wore shoes like those.
I hated when my doubt came rearing its ugly head, but once it did, it was hard to escape from it. I walked back to my room, deciding I had my fill of tonight’s events.
The next day, as I was dusting off the sculptures displayed by the grand piano, I heard Victor come in through the front entrance. As he was taking off his leather jacket—the same one I had worn when I was taken to this place—he noticed me and walked over to where I was cleaning. “G-good afternoon,” I said, feeling somewhat nervous at his close proximity as he stood only a foot away from me. I could smell his cologne and the aftershave he had used this morning.
“I’ve seen you looking at my art collection,” he told me.
I looked down at my duster. I was so helplessly shy around him, no matter how hard I tried not to be. “I enjoy art,” I told him. “I’ve always been fascinated by it.”
“Can you recognize any of these pieces?”
I quickly looked up, surprised and somewhat excited that he would ask that question. My shyness suddenly melted away as I pointed to a small sculpture of a light brown horse. “This sculpture is from the Tang Dynasty. I’ve never seen anything so old. They made these sculptures out of ceramic glazed porcelain.” I paused, staring at the precise craftsmanship of the sculpture. “It’s so beautiful, don’t you think? It looks kind of like your horse, Butterscotch.”
“Yes,” Victor agreed. “This has been passed down my family for generations. It’s one of my favorites.”
“I’m not so sure where this one is from,” I said, pointing to a portrait of an elderly man, hanging in an intricate gold frame on the wall. “It’s very lovely though.”
“That is a self portrait of my great, great grandfather, when my ancestors still lived in England.”
“He was very talented.”
“People in my family tend to have an appreciation for art. My great, great grandfather used to have exhibits all around Europe, as well as the United States when he moved his family over here.”
For a moment we were silent. I suddenly remembered my place and the shyness once again overtook me. I tried to focus my attention back towards the art, all too aware of how Victor’s gaze lingered on me. “You’re wearing the dove I gave you,” he said softly, almost as though he were talking to himself.
I touched the pin resting above my breast. “I-I never thanked you for it. It’s so beautiful. I like to look down at it while I work.”
I held my breath as Victor’s hand reached out to touch the dove. If I moved ever so slightly his fingers would end up brushing against my breasts. I bit my lip as I stared down at his hand. I didn’t want anything else in that moment except for him to touch me.
“Go get Oscar,” Victor suddenly said. Confused, I lifted my head up to look at him. “Have Oscar call to get my jet ready. Meet me outside at my car in twenty minutes.”
I stared at him, puzzled. “W-what? Why…”
“Did I tell you to ask questions? What are you waiting for?”
He was becoming impatient, so I quickly rushed off to find Oscar. What was he planning, and why the hell would I be involved?
I was nervous for the entire ride to the airport. The thought of being shoved into a metal tube and launched into the sky scared me senseless. In my panic to find Oscar, Karen stopped me in the hallway before I left and told me she would pack some of my belongings. I was thankful for her, since the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Where were we going?
Chapter Six
After we arrived at the small airport, Oscar bid us farewell before we were whisked past the VIP section of the security checkpoint and escorted out into the tarmac where a small jet waited for us.
I was downright terrified of that metal contraption, and my knees were shaking as we walked up the stairs leading into the cabin. “I’ve never flown before,” I whispered to Victor. “Not that I can remember, at any rate. I-I don’t know if I can do this. Would it be okay if I stay with Karen, Betty, and Oscar?”
“You’re acting like you’re about to be swallowed up by a gigantic whale,” Victor told me. “Relax.”
Easy for him to say, I thought as I sat down in one of the chairs in the small cabin of the plane. We sat there in silence for a few moments before the plane’s engine began to rumble to life. I gripped my armchairs as though they alone could save me from my doom. As the plane sped up and began to lift off the ground, I swallowed a whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Come over here.”
I opened my eyes at Victor’s request. He was looking at me, and his expression told me that it wouldn’t be wise refuse him. I got up from my seat and walked over to him, my legs feeling weak underneath me. Victor quickly grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He slid one hand underneath my skirt and panties and started fingering me while fondling my breasts with the other hand. I squirmed, still not quite used to feeling so much stimulation at once. His fingers unzipped the back of my skirt, and he pushed it all the way down to the floor. My body burned as he continued fondling my clit. I felt his own arousal begin to harden underneath me, so I mentally prepared myself, thinking that at any moment he would pull down his pants and stick his cock into me while I sat on top of him. I was surprised when he reached up towards his neck and pulled off his silk tie.
“Lean forward,” he said. As I did, he started fastening the tie around my upper arms, forcing my shoulders back.
As the plane began to level into cruising altitude he said, “You need to learn how to carry yourself appropriately. You will hold yourself with your shoulders back. You will stand straight.”
He lifted me up off his lap as though I weighed nothing, and set me in his chair. He positioned my legs so they were crossed over one another in a polite, ladylike manner.
; “However, you still must act demure, even when you’re flying thirty-seven thousand feet in the air.”
He pulled out two neatly rolled cords from his briefcase next to his chair and proceeded to tie my ankles and thighs together so there was no way for me to move from the cross-legged position. The cords clung tightly against my skin, and I knew that any movement would cause a little bruising. I held as still as I could as Victor ripped my blouse open; a few buttons popped off and rolled to the other side of the plane. I was left only in my bra, panties, and my shoes. I could only hope that nobody from the cockpit would suddenly come out and see me here like this.
A ghost of a smile formed on his lips as Victor openly assessed my practically naked body. He trailed a finger from my clavicle, towards the middle of my breasts, all the way down to the top of my panties. He walked over to an area behind me that I couldn’t see and came back holding an ice cube between his thumb and pointer finger. I was already squirming even before he did anything with it.
“Stay silent,” he instructed as he lowered my bra strap down from my shoulder and pulled the fullness of my breast out from the cup. He traced his fingers along my hardening nipple before he began teasing it with ice. I moaned loudly as he placed the ice on the tip of my nipple. It felt like a jolt of lightning shot through my body. The cords pulled tightly against my skin.
“Please, Sir,” I pleaded, although I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop or for him to continue so he could give me release.
“Be silent.” Victor’s voice was firm as he glided the ice cube down my breast, over my belly, and underneath my panties.
I wanted to thrust out my hips to meet his touch, but the bindings on my arms and legs held me back. When the ice touched my aching pussy, I let out a shriek.
“I told you to be silent.” His erection was now completely visible against his tailored pants. He reached his hand into his briefcase and took out something that looked like a leather belt with an iron ring at the center. He tied it around my head, the iron ring in the middle forcing my mouth wide open. Victor stood directly in front of me and undid his pants enough to take out his stiff cock. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth and started sucking him. It didn’t take long for my jaw to start aching from the force of the ring, but I tried to put the discomfort behind me as I paused to lick his cock before going down deep. With a low moan, he spilled himself inside me. I swallowed his cum as best as I could, but some of it still dribbled down my chin and onto my chest.
I was panting as Victor pulled away from me. His cum was warm against my skin as it trailed lower down my body. I watched him switch on a vibrator before slipping it into my panties. Without saying a word, he walked away behind me again, leaving me there in hot desire. Every move I made caused the vibrator to rub against my pussy. I was panting even quicker now through my gag and praying to whomever or whatever was out there that Victor would return quickly, or that the vibrator would do its job and release all of the tension my body was building up.
Victor wasn’t gone for long, but it was enough to make my eyes start to water and for my body to start sweating. He untied the cords around my arms and legs and unstrapped the gag.
I wiped his cum off my face with my arm. My sweaty body stuck uncomfortably to the plane’s leather seats. I blushed and looked up at him as he reached into my panties to turn off the vibrator. “Where would you like me, Sir, if I wanted to offer myself to you?”
The question seemed to please him. He held back a smile as he tossed the cords and gag back into his briefcase. “Lie with your back on the floor and spread your legs.” I stood up from the seat, my legs and arms feeling a bit unsteady. I laid myself down on the floor as I was instructed and looked at him expectantly. The carpet on the floor was scratchy against my bare back and smelled like cleaner. At least it was cooler than the sticky leather seat. “Show me how much you want me,” Victor continued. “Finger yourself and beg me for all of the things you want me to do.”
I took off my panties, which I think took him by surprise. He was openly staring at my exposed pussy and I had to force myself not to crawl away and hide behind the chair. I was still blushing madly from embarrassment as I started touching myself.
“Please sir, fuck me hard with your cock.” As I said those words, I felt myself getting turned on more and more. My fingers glided in and out of myself, slick with my own wetness, and I knew I was soon reaching my climax. “Roll me over and do me from behind. Please, make me come all over your hard cock. Oh!” I became breathless as I brought myself to orgasm. My back arched and my eyelids fluttered as I took in the wave of pleasure greedily. Before I was even finished, Victor grabbed me by the arms and turned me over just before thrusting himself deep inside me. I was brought to orgasm again almost instantly. I gasped with surprise and then moaned softly, thinking that nothing could ever feel as good as this exact moment with my body on fire and him inside me.
A short while later, Victor returned to his chair, both his face and his clothes composed as though nothing we had done even happened. I stared at him wordlessly as I put back on the remnants of my own clothes.
“The flight should be smooth from here on out until we start to land,” he told me. “Curl up at my feet and take a nap.”
I obliged, feeling content and absolutely exhausted as I laid down to rest next to him. I wanted to ask him where we were going, but my body was quickly falling asleep. Before I did fall asleep, however, I felt his hand reach down to brush a lock of my hair away from my face. I smiled sleepily before my mind drifted away into a dream.
Victor nudged me awake. I opened my eyes, disoriented until I remembered we were still on the plane. “We’re landing. I was told it may be a bit bumpy, so you should go to your seat and put on your seatbelt.”
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before getting up. I was able to buckle my seatbelt right before the first bump of turbulence hit. It was in fact a bumpy ride all the way until we landed at the airport, but my mind wasn’t completely focused on my fear of flying like it was initially. My body was pleasantly sore from earlier, and I could hardly keep myself from smiling. The feeling of having an orgasm with him inside me was a million times better than just using my fingers. The soreness made me feel like he was still with me, embracing me, overpowering me with his strength.
As a second turbulence hit, this one more violent than before, my mind snapped back to the present. I glanced over at him. What was there to worry about with Victor so near me?
I pulled up the window shade and glanced outside, my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright, clear morning. The Eiffel Tower could be seen in the distance in the midst of the morning haze. I did a double take and leaned closer to the window only to see thousands of tiny buildings underneath us. “We’re flying over Paris!” I exclaimed.
“Oui, mademoiselle,” he replied.
I furrowed my eyebrows and turned toward him. “What does that mean, Sir?”
He chuckled. “After a few days here you’ll figure that out soon enough.”
The wheels of the plane finally touched ground and the vehicle began to slow down on the runway. I could barely contain my fascination as we got out of the plane. A sign nearby read “Charles de Gaulle Airport” and was I surprised to find that I understood it. As we walked through the crowds of people, I realized I had never heard so many different languages spoken in one setting!
My mind was a whirl as Victor took me through the terminals towards the exit, where a man dressed in a suit stood, leaning against a limo. He opened the door for us and we slid in the back seats. We sat on each end of the car, and I wondered if he would be annoyed if I moved closer to him, but thought better of it. I was beginning to like the feeling of having him near me, but I had no idea if he felt the same. I didn’t think it would be wise to test that theory, so I decided it would be best to wait until he made the move—if he ever decided to.
The limo ride took about half an hour to get from the airport to Paris. The entire time my eye
s were glued to the window as I took in all of the gorgeous, old architecture mixed with the new, the gorgeous green scenery, and the flurry of people that filled the streets. “Oh, wow,” I whispered, not really caring that I was openly gaping at everything around me.
“You’re obviously not a tourist,” he muttered sarcastically. Confused by his statement, I turned to look at him, only to see a glint of humor in his eyes.
“I’ve always wanted to travel,” I said shyly as I continued to look out the window. “Do you fly over here often?”
“Not as often as I would like to.”
The limo pulled up alongside a sprawling luxury hotel. A valet ushered us out the door and took our luggage onto a little trolley before disappearing into the hotel with it. I looked up at the building’s art deco design before being greeted by lively jazz music upon entering. I was still wearing my white blouse and skirt and was hoping no one would see the stains or the missing buttons as I walked by groups of expensively dressed people. I didn’t even want to know how my hair looked. Victor nodded to them briefly as he was given a key from the front desk.
“Here you are, Mr. Draper,” the woman at the desk seemed a bit flustered as she gave the room key to him. “H-have a nice stay,” the lady stuttered. I frowned. So Victor had that effect on others as well?
I followed him quietly into an elevator that took us to the very top floor of the hotel. There were only a few rooms on the floor, and ours was one of the very last ones down the hall. Victor unlocked the door and held it open for me as I stepped in. The penthouse rivaled his mansion in terms of fanciness. The rooms were also spacious, covered from ceiling to floor with lavish, expensive furnishings and decorations. There was a bathroom to the left, followed by a large kitchen complete with an oven, stove, full-sized refrigerator, and a dishwasher. Above the sink there were large windows that overlooked the city’s tallest buildings. As I walked around the room in amazement, I peeked into the bedroom and noticed only one king-sized bed. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing a bed with Victor, at being in such close proximity to him all night long. Was he planning to share a bed with me? I glanced over to the couch. It didn’t seem as comfortable as the bed, but I supposed I could sleep there...
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