Nothing Special Ch. 02

*AUTHORS NOTE* I apologize that the second chapter of this took so long to get to you, but life has been quite tumultous as of late. I hope you enjoy the second installment of Nothing Special as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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I could waste your time by telling you about the move, but that is not the point of this story. It is only necessary for you to understand the briefest background as to where I was, for the rest is not important. Dominic had arrived promptly and we'd driven in his chauffeured Lincoln to his large estate in the Hamptons. His driver, a young Irishman, who's name I later learned was Randall Cummins, was a handsome man that I immediately liked. He had hair the color of fiery autumn leaves and his rich chocolate eyes sparkled with good humor and seductive promises. His body was neat and compact, lean and yet muscular. When I had slid into the lush leather interior of the car I could've sworn he'd winked at me. Dominic had given me a room in the guest house. He'd left me to unpack the few items I had refused to part with, the rest had all been dropped in a Salvation Army bin. He had dismissed what I had thought to be a perfectly lovely wardrobe as utter rubbish and announced he'd provide what he deemed necessary.

The morning had moved by with such speed that I had barely noticed the passing of time. I gazed around the room, pleased with it though it was a bit too dark for my taste. It was a completely sumptuous room. The huge four poster bed was covered with a silk and down comforter in a rich blue, and the pillows were clothed in ivory satin. The furnishings were perfectly matched, the blue upholstery a shade darker than the bedspread, a shade lighter than the carpet. They were all the same dark wood. Directly across from the bed was a massive vanity table with a large oval mirror. I put the remnants of my makeup out, arranging it to my liking, and added the final touch with a small glass frog my mother had given me when I'd moved into my first apartment. It looked mildly out of place among the luxuries of the room, but it reminded me that I was still my own person regardless of my surroundings.

While I waited for Dominic to return I wandered, taking it upon myself to explore this house I would occupy for an untold amount of time. I drifted down the wide, curving, staircase, sliding my hand along the smooth glossy railing and was led back to the entryway. I gazed around the foyer. The white marble floor echoed loudly under my black stilettos as I moved around, admiring the painting that hung over the door. It was an interesting modern piece, a tree done in a surreal, impressionistic style that captured my attention. The colors drew me as did the thick, childlike lines. The mixture of dark and light, the contrast, the bold brush strokes, it was an exploration of the sensual. It hung in a thick gilded frame to the left of the stairs and so it was that I began my further explorations in that direction.

I head soft sounds coming from down the hallway and made my way towards it. I hoped to find someone who might be able to help me orient myself. The sound turned out to be a muted jazz recording, clarinets, drums, trumpets, and piano meshing together into an ecstasy of sound. The room I had discovered was every bit as glorious as the rest of the house I had seen so far. I stood there, at a higher vantage point because the room was sunken, and took it all in. The carpet was a deep black, which matched the huge onyx fireplace across the room from me. Scattered in a half circle around it were a divan, two plump armchairs and several large cushions, all the same dark ruby color. The chairs and sofa were leather, I could tell from the way the firelight bounced off them, and the cushions looked to be crushed velvet. It was only after taking inventory of the room that my eyes settled on it's sole occupant. A gorgeous woman lounged in front of the fireplace, her back to the doorway. A wineglass dangled with a casual elegance from her long, pale, fingers. Her silky, ink black hair, hung nearly to her waist. I moved into the room, my heels burying themselves in the thick carpet and took a seat in the chair closest to her, bringing my nylon clad legs into the classic crossed position that men adore and women love to tease them with. My black sheath dress slid slightly higher on my thighs, but I made no move to pull it down. She turned her head, gazing at me with slightly slanted blue eyes as she examined me with an assumed disinterest.

"You must be Alexis," her voice was cool, like a soft spring rain. She smiled slightly and gestured with her wine glass to a large cabinet near the fireplace. "Help yourself."

She leaned back against the sofa, the emerald green of her dress complemented her lovely white skin. I poured a glass of Pinot Grigio, not paying particular attention to the vintage and seated myself again. I felt even more disoriented then I had before. In the world I was used to beautiful women did not sit on the floor sipping wine in front of fireplaces. Her eyes were closed as she raised her glass and sipped slowly. I admired her while I could get away with it. It wasn't that I was a lover of women, but the cut of her dress showed off her generous cleavage, and whoever was responsible for the design of her bra deserved an award. I was almost jealous, and then I remembered that Dominic had chosen me.

Almost as if she had read my mind she said, "You aren't the first, and you won't be the last I'm sure. You are just another toy for him to pass his time with, nothing special." Her voice was mild but her words stung like salt to an open wound. She opened her eyes and looked at me directly.

"My name is Ameris, you may call my Amy if you wish," she said it almost distastefully, "While you are here there are a few rules that you must follow, nothing too harsh of course but perhaps, to someone who is used to complete freedom, a bit restricting. It is my job to make sure that these rules are followed and that if broken proper recourse is taken."

My mind slowly took it all in. I understood that there would likely be rules, but that they be given to me in such a way was almost degrading. She continued in a practiced way and I knew that what she had said before hadn't meant to be hurtful, it had merely been a reality check for a starry-eyed young woman. She'd seen my type before and so I listened, perhaps I could prove her wrong and be the last. "Rule number one, when leaving the house Randall or I must always accompany you. Rule number two, Mr. Masters guests are inviolate, you do not speak to them unless the speak to you, you do not look at them, you barely exist. Rule number three, you are free to have your own affairs as long as you remember rule number two. Rule number four, Mr. Masters is your first priority and all plans must be made around him and his desires. Finally rule number five, you are not under any circumstances to get pregnant. I think that about does it. I know they won't always be the easiest rules to follow but you must endeavor to do so because if you fail, you will not like the consequences."

I sipped my wine, mulling over what she had said. "Thanks for the heads up." "That's what I'm here for. Good luck, you'll need it." She rose gracefully to her feet and left, leaving me to my thoughts.

I glanced around and then had a naughty thought. I was here, I had the place all to myself, why not indulge in a bit of afternoon delight. I dipped my finger in the wine and licked the droplets off, wetting my fingers. I slipped them under my dress and stroked the smoothness of my aching pussy. Twice in one day was not unusual for me. I closed my eyes and leaned back, dipping my fingers into myself. I took up a slow steady rhythm and before long I heard the sounds of my own passion blending with the soulful jazz. I pulled out and rubbed my clit, my excitement building. Imagine my complete and utter shock when I felt my hand brushed away and heard a soft, distinctly male, voice. "Allow me." I glanced towards the door which was still open and then down to see the laughing eyes of Randall. He pressed my thighs apart and buried his face at the junction, his tongue delving between the slick folds and teasing my over stimulated body. I pressed against him, the exciting possibility of getting caught, meshed with the fulfillment of a fantasy I had always had, taking me right to the brink. I was so close to the edge before he even touched me that it took him barely a moment to bring me to my first. He held my thighs apart as I bucked wildly against him and then, without giving me any reprieve, he delved deeper. His tongue flicking into my hole as I moaned loudly. I tilted my head to the side and saw Dominic standing in the doorway, coolly surveying the scene. He strode over, unzipping himself as he moved, and once again I found his beautiful cock in my mouth. This time though I had more time.

As distracting as Randall's tongue was I somehow managed to employ my skill to the man responsible for my current predicament. I heard his voice, and barely comprehended what was being said, but I soon found myself on my knees, straddling Randall's face with Dominic's cock in my mouth. I orgasmed again under the ministrations of his questing tongue and my moans of pleasure meshed with Dominic's as Randall moved back, positioning himself beneath me. He unzipped his cock and slid up into me. I began to bounce up and down on him, and soon the room was filled with the sound of three very happy individuals. I fucked him energetically, feeling Dominic's climax approaching, I gently cupped his balls in my hand and rolled them. He moaned loudly and then I felt it spurting down the back of my throat. He thrust his hand through my hair and pulled my head all the way down to the base of his cock. I gagged on it, but held out, swallowing every last drop. Just then I heard Randall grunt and thrust hard into me, and soon I felt the tell tale wetness dripping down my thigh. He slid out from under me, and both men rearranged their clothes.

Dominic turned to me and said "You'll find everything you need in the bedroom. Get cleaned up and meet me in the library in two hours. Ameris knows the way." He strode out with barely a look in my direction and I heard the front door close soon after. Randall smiled at me. "My rooms just across the hall if you ever need anything." He stressed the word need and smiled at me, his pelvis thrust towards me in that primordial way that let me know how much he wanted me.

I smiled, watching him walk away. That man had an ass that should have been criminal. When I returned to the room, I had yet to start calling it mine, the bed was piled high with bags and boxes. My body was still heated from the amazing experiences of moments before and I wanted a quick shower before I went on with my evening. I headed for the adjoining bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I went. My thighs were sticking together and I giggled, blaming Randall for my predicament. My shoes came off first, followed by the thigh high nylons, and then the dress. I pulled my hair down and shook it loose, letting it brush against my excited flesh. I leaned into the shower and turned on the spray, shaking my head in amusement as I saw that it came from all three sides. Dominic had spared no expense in the construction of this house, it made me wonder what the main house was like.

The white washcloth was soft and fluffy and the lather washed the musky scent of sex from my skin. I rinsed off quickly and then turned off the shower , ringing out my hair. I reached blindly for the towels I had set out, but they seemed to float magically into my hand. I grabbed one and wiped the water from my face, opening my eyes to find Ameris, that same cool gaze on my nude body. I calmly wrapped the towel around my head turban style and took the other drying off my arms and legs before tucking it around myself. As I wandered back out into the main bedroom I noticed that all the bags and the boxes had been sorted during the short time I was in the shower, the work of Ameris I was sure. Amazed, I looked at what was spread out before me. It was every woman's dream. He had dressed me in the finest from head to toe, including accessories. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something on the vanity. I turned to look and saw a large jewelry chest that hadn't been there before.

"Pick something to wear quickly and then I'll help you with your hair." Her voice startled me from my reverie and I realized that I had already used a half hour of my allotted time to shower. I moved quickly starting with the underwear. They were all satin and lace in an assortment of shades. Apparently his taste ran to thongs and demi-bras because that was all I had to choose from. I settled on a pair of satin panties with lace trim in a pale yellow and soon found the matching bra. I'd never really bothered to make sure my underwear matched before, but I imagined that Dominic was a man that liked things that way and since he was paying me, I'd do whatever he wished. There were dresses in so many different styles, every one of them sleek and sophisticated. I barely knew where to begin.

Well, I thought to myself, picking up a lovely ivory sheath, if he wanted a glamour girl I wasn't going to argue. The bra had removable straps so it worked out well with the gown. I turned and, tilting my head to the side, did up the zipper. The dress fit as if it had been made for me. He hadn't taken any measurements so I was stunned by how good his eye must have been. I sat down on the stool in front of the vanity, the jewelry chest beckoning me, but I didn't have time to satisfy my curiosity before Ameris was pulling at my hair and sweeping it up into a complicated knot. It took quite a lot of pinning and hairspray before she was satisfied but I had to admit I looked better then I had ever looked before.

"Hurry up and do your makeup, not to heavy though, he likes the natural look best, and then you can look in the box." She left the room and I complied, outlining my eyes and highlighting my lips and all the things that women do to make themselves feel as beautiful as they already know they look.

Finally I opened the box and caught my breath. There must have been enough diamonds and jewels in that box to feed a small nation for years. I would look through it thoroughly at some point but for now I only had twenty minutes before I was supposed to be at the main house. I picked out a bracelet with yellow diamonds and emeralds, and of course the box, like my underwear drawer, contained only perfectly matched sets. The drop earrings and the y pendant completed the ensemble and I admired myself in the vanity. I didn't recognize the woman staring back, but it was a definite change from the ordinary and I found it exciting. I slipped on a pair of satin covered stilettos that matched my dress and went to the front hall. Ameris was waiting to escort me up to the house and handed me a white fur wrap. I didn't even want to think about how many poor creatures had given up their life for this soft, beautiful piece of luxury, I just wanted to enjoy it.

The house was close, just beyond the high hedges that framed the small garden for the guest house and the door was answered by a butler. It was all I could do to hide my shock. This was like a modern day fairy tale, and I wondered again what kind of man Dominic was. So far all I knew about him was...well I didn't know anything about him. It still surprised me that I had been so willing to play house with a man that was a complete stranger, but risky business was my forte and if this wasn't risky then I didn't know what was.

Ameris led me to a sitting room off the front hall and left me there, curled up in a huge black leather armchair. Another room furnished with things that probably cost more then I could've made in three years. I decided that he must come from money. That fit, I surmised as I waited for him. After all he seemed very comfortable in his dark suits which, I was sure, were designer. I stared at the painting above the bar stand. It was a portrait of someone, a divine looking man in an old style riding habit. He had his leg up on a stool and leaned forward, a riding crop idly propped against his thigh, his chin supported by a fist.

"My father." he said, his voice dangerously close to my ear.

I turned and looked up at him, his face was only inches away and I longed to kiss his lips. I leaned forward and he pulled back, moving away to sit on the matching leather sofa.

"There are a few things I feel we should go over. Of course there are the rules that Ameris already went over with you. The breaking of those will result in severe punishment. However, there are also a few generalities. I will always come to you, you will never come to me. You are for all intents and purposes a show piece, much like this house and everything in it. You are to be used for my personal pleasure, but unlike objects you have a certain amount of freedom, which should have already been explained to you."

I nodded slowly. This relationship was not going to be like any relationship I had ever had before, or would most likely ever have again.

"This approaching includes all touching, any signs of affection you might be tempted to display, and though I know it may be difficult, try not to develop any emotional attachments to anyone within the household. This is by no means expected to be a permanent arrangement, although depending on how well you follow the rules it could last for a length of time. Now with that said, I believe we are ready to begin your training."

I gazed at him, a slightly confused look on my face. Training? Was I like a dog? He had basically implied that I was no better than an expensive vase. I was angry but not angry enough to leave this beautiful place, and the beautiful things that I had been given. I swallowed my pride and waited for my first lesson to begin.

"Go and lock the door."

I did as he as he asked and went to sit back down.

"Did I say you could sit down?" he asked. His voice was slightly cold, a tone that I didn't relish hearing. I shook my head.

"At least you have the intelligence not to speak. You are to do exactly as I say, nothing more. When you are in this house you are no longer free to think. You will perhaps give the semblance of thinking, but everything you do in this house will be controlled by me. At least to the extent that I can control it, there are things that only you can control, but even so they will be directed in a manner that will benefit me. This is your first lesson in obedience. We will see how well you do."

I was now completely unsure of myself, which was something that never happened to me. I had always relied on my looks to provide for me when my brain would not, but at this moment I knew that he wasn't interested in my looks or my brain. He was only interested in how well I could obey.

"Come and stand directly in front of me and take off your dress."

I did as he asked, the ivory sheath pooling at my feet.

"Lovely, now just stand there and don't make a sound no matter what I do."

I wondered just what he had in mind.

He traced his finger around the edges of my thong, and I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing. Not a sound he'd said. He lifted it away from my aching flesh and pulled me closer. He didn't take them off, he just moved them to the side and began to explore my silky contours with his skillful tongue. He pulled them tight so the string was tight against my skin and began to nibble at me. It took everything I had not to make a sound, to cry out from the intenseness of the sensation. His tongue flicked over my clit and I clenched my hands into fists, my fingernails biting into my skin. He placed his large hand over my ass, tilting my slightly so he could get a better angle and continued to drive me insane. I was coming closer and closer to my release and then he bit me. His teeth were not gentle nor did he mean it to be pleasurable. My inner thigh ached and I was sure if I looked there would be prints embedded in my leg. He pulled away from me then and I looked at him, a bit of defiance shining in my eyes.