Nothing Special Ch. 03

As I walked back to the house the ache of my thigh was a constant reminder of his humiliating gesture. How dare he?! As if it wasn't enough to control every aspect of my life; he thought to play with me as well. I stormed into the foyer, slamming the door behind me. It shut with a loud crash, satisfying me ever so briefly. I kicked off my heels, one of them hitting the wall violently, and continued to the music room where the liquor was. I pulled out a decanter and sniffed it, pulling back a little at the strength of the smell. I poured myself a glass, smiling grimly, and added two ice cubes. Swirling it around I took a long swallow and grimaced. Bourbon. It wasn't exactly to my taste but the burning sensation that slid down my throat was soothing compared to everything else that had happened to me today.

I'd been fucked three ways to Tuesday and what had I gotten out of it? That gave me pause. Another swallow, slower this time, as I curled up in front of the dark fireplace. I had gotten some very nice clothes, all to his taste of course, and a beautiful place to live. Really there was nothing that I could claim for myself here, except for my body and that small glass frog sitting desolately on my vanity. Actually, I wasn't even sure that my body was mine anymore. I sipped even more slowly, starting to calm down. I had made my choice and I would have to be content with it.

I finished my drink and then, to rid myself of the final remnants of my anger, I threw the glass into the fireplace. The satisfying shatter of the crystal allowed me to concentrate on my other pressing need. As angry as I was I still needed to get off and I certainly wasn't doing it myself. I headed up to my room. Sitting down at the vanity, I absently ran my fingers over the frog. The smooth feeling of the glass brought me a smidgeon of comfort. I changed into one of the silky negligees he'd bought for me. It felt like a black night, especially with the mood I was in, but instead I chose a pale pink. Looking at myself in the mirror, I carefully let down my hair, wincing as I pulled out the many pins that Ameris had put in such a short while ago. I brushed it out, loving the gleaming golden length caressing my bare skin. I looked beautiful, but then again, I always looked beautiful. I set down the brush and walked across the hall, knocking softly on Randall's door.

A pair of plaid pajama pants rode low on his hips and he adjusted his rectangular reading glasses. The look on his face was a cross between surprised and pleased. I brushed past him, trailing my fingers over his taunt stomach, letting my nails lightly scratch him. The door shut, the tell-tale clicking of the lock told me my trip hadn't been in vain. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. Leaning back on one arm I met his eyes, a small smile playing at the corner of my mouth. I turned my head to the side and glanced at his night stand.

"A bit of light reading?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. I picked up a copy of Les Miserable.

He looked at me sheepishly, before taking it back.

"Occasionally I like to attempt to expand my mind. This job gives me plenty of time. But unless I miss my guess, you didn't come here to talk."

He put it back on his nightstand and looked down at me. He turned away, setting his glasses on top of the book. I sat patiently, now that I was here I wasn't quite sure how to handle myself. There was something about him that made me pause.

"I could have come here to talk." I said coyly. I wanted him, but I couldn't just use him. He intrigued me. There was much more to him then what he presented I was sure.

"Wearing that?" His eyebrow raised and he stepped towards me. His gaze drifted across the low neckline of the negligee. He stood directly in front of me. If he stood any closer and I wouldn't have any trouble reaching out and touching him.

"It's not like I have much of a choice on what I get to wear to bed." I said, sounding a bit defensive. "You should see the wardrobe I get to choose from, it was built for sex."

He shrugged and moved closer, pressing his leg between mine, forcing me to allow him even closer. He bent down, his breath hot against my neck.

"But you could have worn underwear." he whispered. His lips teased the spot below my ear and I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. His fingertips stroked across the top of my neckline, tracing the edge of the garment. His was a sweet touch, something much more to my taste at the moment than the rough treatment I'd been receiving lately. I pulled back a bit, cupping his face in my hand as I drew him in for a kiss. I explored his mouth. The soft fullness of his lips welcomed me, as did the warm depths of his mouth. He tasted like wine and spice, a heady taste that I wanted more of. I slid my tongue along his upper lip, arching my back to move my body closer to his. I felt my breasts brush against his stomach and my nipples hardened. I let go, leaning back on my elbows.

My legs were slightly spread and the negligee had ridden up leaving me bare to his eyes. I watched his gorgeous eyes go smoky as he traced one long finger up my thigh, and I sighed when he touched it to my aching clit. He rubbed me, his other hand dipping into the negligee to tease my breast. I closed my eyes and let the sensation fill me. Flesh on flesh. I felt the wet heat of his tongue as he circled my nipple and when he leaned forward I felt the hard bulge of him heavy in his pants. I reached for him, caressing him through the fabric. His quick intake of breath was enough of an encouragement for me. I tugged the waistband down and let them fall around his knees, my hand wrapping earnestly around the hard length of him.

Before I knew what was happening he'd pulled away and repositioned. He buried himself in me and I moaned softly. This was exactly what I'd needed. He drove me higher, his hands holding my hips up so he could penetrate deeper. He was relentless, moving ever harder. I felt myself shatter and cried out, clenching tightly around him. I heard an answering moan from him as he spasmed inside me. We lay there for a minute, coming down from the erotic high.

"Thanks." I murmured.

"My pleasure." he replied, breathless.

I moved then, rolling away and heading for the door.

"You could stay here tonight if you want." he said, a note of wistfulness in his voice.

I turned and smiled at him.

"I'd never get any rest." I said and slipped back across the hall.

When I awoke the next morning it was to the delightful smell of coffee brewing somewhere in the house. My body ached from the numerous excursions into the sensual that I'd had yesterday, but it was merely a reminder of all that was to come. Grabbing the red silk robe that hung from the door I followed my nose to the glorious smell. Randall was in the kitchen. His back was to the door as he stirred a cup of coffee. I took a moment to admire his body, but then my stomach rumbled and I realized that I was starving. I delved into the cupboard nearest to me and discovered a box of Cocoa Crispies. Unable to resist I located a bowl and spoon and sat down at the counter.

"Good morning." he said, his voice smooth and sexy.

"Morning," I mumbled around my mouthful of cereal. Swallowing quickly I added, "Did you sleep well?"

He just smiled at me, that carelessly sexy and charismatic grin that I was already addicted to. He left the kitchen, taking his coffee with him. I quickly finished eating and left the bowl in the sink, heading back to my room and the pleasures of that amazing shower.

I didn't relax in the shower, there was no time. I was expected up at the main house for etiquette lessons. Etiquette lessons, like I didn't know how to behave. I had no idea Dominic's idea of behavior.

Dominic greeted me at the door. In his hand hung a red leather collar. It was delicate I supposed, for a collar. My hair was left down as I had been instructed for the day. He gently brushed it aside and I tilted my head, submissive for the moment. Last night had been a bit of an epiphany for me. If I needed to cloak my personality a bit to be here I would, but I would not let him break me. There were certain things I was willing to do to keep the interesting situation I had fallen into.

"Very good," he said.

I followed him deeper into the house, finally being able to view it a bit more. It was much more grand than the guesthouse. The front hall was a showcase for art. It wasn't quirky deco, or anything as usual as modern art. This room was a showcase for the masters of Impressionism and Abstraction. I recognized a few of the paintings from the art classes I had taken in college. Not that my almost finished degree meant anything to the people here. They weren't interested in who I was, only what I could be.

"I know Ameris has already laid down the basics for you. I intend to clarify them a bit more. I'm expecting a friend for dinner tonight, and you will be present. What I wish is that you behave at all times like a lady, even though you are not. For tonight you don't need to worry much, I'm sure that your own manner of behavior will suit just fine. I expect aloofness, perhaps a slight touch of coldness. You are of course allowed to enter into the conversation if you are addressed. However, I do not want you to be overly friendly. We are all collectors of a sort. Some people collect art, antiques, etc. You will find that all my associates share an interest in human beauty."

I was attentive to his words as I followed him through the house. I needed to learn as much about him as I could.

"There is always a bit of competition between us, and Alexis do remember, I always like to win. Whatever you do, whatever you feel, do not let me see you show a preference to another over me. There is nothing else you could do that would anger me more. My friends are often as enchanting and charismatic as I am, and so you may find this difficult. Now enough of that, you still must learn a few things before tonight."

I nodded my understanding, obviously he didn't need me to answer. I was sure that he had this practically scripted. I was starting to get bored though, my attention span was only so long. We had apparently reached our destination because he stopped before a gorgeously ornate door. He pushed the door open and I was looking into the most masculine bedroom I'd ever seen.

The mahogany sleigh bed was magnificent. There were no curtains on the windows and the walls were a deep brown. The whole room was dark and yet had a strangely warm feel to it. The furniture was all perfectly matched to the bed and there was not a thing out of place.

"You will be spending quite a bit of time here, so I thought it was best to bring you here to begin your lessons. Today we will go over proper decorum. Have a seat. "

I sat on the corner of the bed, my feet dangling off the side.

"I expect you to always be polite, but never too flirtatious. You must always maintain an unimpeachable manner. There are many of my guests that will attempt to steal you away from me. I expect loyalty. I assume Ameris has already told you that you are allowed to conduct your own relations outside of ours but I am putting a slight restriction on this. My guests are not to ever to know the pleasure of your body, regardless of how much you would welcome their touch. I'm a very jealous man Alexis, you do not want to disappoint me."

I listened intently, wanting to know exactly how to please him.

"Tonight I expect you to be especially attentive to me. The etiquette I wish to teach is more of how I expect you to behave towards me rather then how you should behave in general. I believe I've already made those requirements quite clear. I expect you to be convincingly passionate at any time. My guests are all worldly, if we happen to engage in a bit of foreplay at the dinner table they won't mind. In fact some of them almost expect it. In a way it's the entertainment we provide for each other. At times we even engage with them and allow them a taste of what can never be theirs, but this is only at my discretion, never yours. I know you'll remember because if you don't you will not like the consequences. That's all I wished to impart today."

He came to me then, pushing me back on the bed. His lips meant mine, calculated yet passionate. I momentarily forgot the lecture that I had just been the recipient of. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. His hands dipped inside my neckline, squeezing my breasts. He pushed me back further onto the bed and then pulled back momentarily. He was back before I knew he'd been gone. He stripped away my clothes leaving me naked before him. There was something sexy about being completely naked with a completely clothed man. His fingers traced hot paths across my flesh. I ached for him. He let his fingers roam over my body, exploring me. I gasped softly as one beautifully manicured finger slid into the center of my hotness. He moved it back and forth, hooking his fingertip up to rub against my clit. I arched off the bed as his simple motion caused my blood to boil. He bent his head and I steeled myself for another dose of pain. He bit down lightly, skimming the inside of my thigh with his teeth. He rubbed faster and faster and I moaned louder. His teeth sinking in deeper as I rubbed myself harder against him.

I felt the warmth of his breath before I felt the lightening touch of his tongue. Unable to resist, I ran my fingers through his thick hair. He didn't seem to mind overly as he delved deeper into me. He stopped just before I came and I almost cried out in frustration. I barely kept from making the small frustrated noises that I was dying to make as he pulled away.

For once he wasn't going to disappoint me. He stripped slowly, allowing me to fully appreciate his body for the first time. His back was strong, well muscled, and entirely too handsome. When he turned to face me I shivered slightly in anticipation. His gorgeous cock bounced slightly as he walked towards me. The hair on his chest was thick, shot through with silver strands. With no further foreplay he slid into me, pulling me hard against him. I slid my hands up his chest, pressing them against his hard strength. His fingers dug into my ass hard, so hard I was sure there would be marks. He drove deep into me, thrusting harder and harder. I arched up against him, coming close again to my peak. As he thrust deep inside me again I felt myself clench hard around him. He pulled out just then, cumming all over my stomach. I laid back momentarily, feeling fulfilled.

"Up Alexis, you have much to do before tonight. Wear something white, and don't bother with underwear, they'll just get in the way."

He walked away, stepping into the adjoined bathroom and closing the door. I slipped back into my wrap dress and found my way out, walking the path back to the guest house.

I went straight to my room and sponged off. I stood in front of the closet, looking for something white. I finally settled on a mini dress guaranteed to suit any purpose Dominic might have for me. I settled in for a nap, I hadn't been getting much sleep lately.

Ameris woke me up with plenty of time to ready myself for the evening ahead and as I returned to the main house I wondered exactly what role I would be called upon to play tonight.

I was showed in to a gorgeous parlor. Like everything else it was sumptuous. The walls were a deep red and there were no windows. There was a beautiful painting on the wall, that immediately drew my eyes . I didn't have much time to admire it though.

The doorbell rang, and I heard the butler get it. I stood next to Dominic, clothed in a white silk dress that left nothing to the imagination, especially since I had been instructed not to wear underwear. The golden sandals had straps that wrapped up my calves lovingly and I most likely could have killed someone with my stilettos. The red collar was a splash of color against my skin. It gave the impression that I was a beloved pet. I knew that I had not yet reached that pinnacle, but if he wanted to give that impression then I was at his service.

A tall, slender man came through the door, clothed impeccably. He wore stark black and white evening clothes. No tie of course, we weren't that formal apparently. I didn't even attempt a curtsey, which I was sure pleased Dominic just fine.

"Byron Christophe, my Alexis."

My, it registered almost jarringly. He'd referred to me as his. I barely moved, but the silk caressed my skin. I was sure that my nipples were showing through the thin fabric. I held my head high though, knowing that regardless of whatever else I was, I was beautiful.

"Miss Alexis," he bowed over my hand and touched his lips lightly to the back of my wrist and then turned it slightly, pressing a matching kiss to the opposite side. Small ripples of pleasure shot through my body as I slowly inclined my head. When he pulled away, I swayed into Dominic, my hand wrapping around the bend in his arm.

"I have to say Dom, this one is better then the last. Wherever do you find these gorgeous creatures?"

He was calling me gorgeous. Byron Christophe was perhaps the most gorgeous man I had ever set eyes on. His body was athletic perfection. He had high cheekbones and lips that almost pouted. His hair was shoulder length and had fallen across his face when he'd bent to kiss my hand. I thought that was the sexiest thing that I'd ever seen.

"How's your new book coming? Do you have enough pieces yet for a collection?"

"Not quite. I've been a bit stymied, in need of inspiration. My muse deserted me in the middle of my project."

"Must you be so dramatic?" Dominic moved away, pouring three glass of red wine.

He carried them back across the room, handing each of us one, gesturing to the black couches in the center of the room. I settled in, taking care to cross my legs as I'd been instructed, letting Byron have a clear shot up my skirt.

"It's your fault Dom. If you hadn't stolen him away perhaps I'd be done by now."

"Well make sure the next one you bring to one of my soirees is not so easily persuaded."

I didn't precisely understand what was going on, but as I sipped my wine. I began to think that perhaps there was more to Dominic then met the eye. I watched Byron as the spoke. He gesticulated with his hands, those long, slender, fingers caressing the air. I couldn't help but wonder how they'd feel on my body. I felt his dove grey eyes on me several times. Knowing that he was as enamored of me as I was of him made me feel hotter then I already was.

"You're impossible to compete with Dom. A man would have to be a god."

Dominic smiled and ran his hand up my thigh, choosing not to answer. I uncrossed my legs, letting Byron get an intimate glimpse. Dominic squeezed my thigh gently and then got up.

"I'll be back momentarily."

I watched him leave. When he closed the door, quiet though it was, it seemed to reverberate through the whole room. I looked up at Byron and saw he was looking at me hungrily. I smiled at him, how could I be expected to ignore such a beautiful man. I didn't speak to him though I wanted too. Even though Dominic wasn't there I still felt bound by his rules.

Byron rose gracefully and came over, kneeling on the floor in front of me. He took one of my hands and pressed a kiss to the palm.

"Ah Alexis, have you any idea how utterly breathtaking you are? And dressed this way, Dominic is teasing me." His voice was husky, sensual. I felt a warmth start to build inside me.

"And you Mr. Christophe are a flatterer." My voice was low, I was trying very hard not to bend my head the last few inches and kiss those pouting lips.

"Flattery is untruth." he said, his slender fingers caressing my cheek. I turned my head in towards his hand, enjoying the gentleness of his touch. I couldn't resist. I pressed my lips to his fingertips.