If the first night I had spent with Lucien Delano had been an eye-opener on making love, this was a lesson in surrender.
First, he made me pleasure him, forcing me to surrender to his wishes.
Then he made love to me, again and again, making me aware of how to give pleasure and how to be pleasured in the most exquisite ways.
Why was I not surprised to discover that there was an antechamber attached to his large study, with a soft bed and clean sheets, and pillows like feathers and snow; I sank into it as he took me feverishly.
After a spell of fierce mating, I slept and came awake to his suckling my breasts, readying me for another bout of torrid lovemaking. My body was sore, and tender, but I eagerly tensed up to receive my lover.
Once I thought he growled against my mouth, " F*ck, but I can't have enough of this... " as I buried my fingers in his hair and raked my nails down his back in a frenzy.
But I was past caring. All I wanted was for this night to never end.
I came awake once again to his nuzzling my nipples, his rock-hard shaft urgently digging into my side once again as he rolled his powerful body onto me.
I gasped, remembering my friends. I tried to sit up, pushing at his hair-roughened chest, ineffectively.
"Stay still, woman," he grunted, thrusting himself into my wetness, in and out, making me shudder with passion.
***
Later, as I lay, breathless and satiated, I turned to him and said, hesitantly," Mr. Delano. I need to go...my friends..."
Without opening his eyes, his arm lying possessively across my stomach, he growled,
"They've gone home."
I sat up in shock, pushing his arm away.
"When? What did they... Oh no!" I pressed my palms to my hot face, trying to think of what Tanya and Rachel must be thinking of me...
He pulled me down effortlessly, pinning me down with his body as he said, his voice softer as he noticed my horrified expression,
"I sent word that your aunt was unwell and you had to rush back."
And as I gazed at him in fascinated horror, he went on, coolly, his hand moving to caress my mound, and then he inserted a couple of fingers into my wetness, as he continued, his voice hoarse with need,
"They don't have your aunt's address."
How did he know about my aunt? I wondered. But then, there was no time for thought as he lowered his head, capturing my mouth and my traitorous body welcomed his rough demands, surrendering completely to him.
***
Proserpina
It would be so easy to say that my story had a Cinderella-style ending, but life is so much harsher, isn't it?
After that night, I knew that I couldn't go back to living with Tanya and Rachel; something had changed. To put it bluntly, I had become a rich man's plaything. But I didn't think more about it, because I couldn't accept it at the time.
Secure in my bubble of happiness, I was content. I did not think of the future; I did not want to think of my role in the life of Lucien Delano.
At the age of eighteen, you are easily satisfied and think you can overcome any obstacle.
***
The next morning; we left the house at midday.
I was sore and tender all over but there was also a feeling of having come awake after a long, long sleep. When I gazed at my reflection in the huge mirror adjoining the large bedroom where we had spent the night making love, I stared at myself almost bemusedly. I didn't look like the hesitant eighteen-year-old anymore; all of a sudden, I looked like a woman now, no longer a child, a woman who was growing aware of her sensuous side. My mouth was swollen, and my eyes shone with the light of love.
My lover was not to be seen but I smiled as I felt the soreness of my sex.
I love him, I whispered to myself in wonderment and joy, I love you, Lucien Delano!
The love bites on my throat made me colour as I thought of what we had done. I noticed a door leading away and guessed that it was the ensuite bathroom. The faint sound of water made me figure out where he had gotten to. I smiled and lay back on the soft sheets, watching the world through the windows, content and happy.
When he re-entered the bedroom, Lucien looked cool and composed, totally unlike the passionate man who had whispered feverishly as he took me repeatedly. I smiled at him shyly; this was a first for me. I had never spent an entire night with a man before, much less wake up in his luxurious house the next day!
He shot me a cool look and then, jerked his head in the direction of the washroom as he spoke.
"Get yourself cleaned up," he grunted, turning away to the wardrobe.
I beamed at him. It did not matter that he seemed distant, I thought as I tripped away to the bath. He was a busy businessman.
***
To my amazement, when I emerged, I saw that he had arranged for a fresh set of clothes for me, and to my surprise, they fit me perfectly.
Right down to the La Perla silk knickers still in the box!
I remembered Tanya and Rachel giggling over an ad of the super soft panties, speaking about how they were meant to be ripped off with a man's teeth. Blushing now, I held them, almost reverently. He had got them for me?
The jacket bore the Chanel label and I gulped as I held the vibrant turquoise garment, sinking my fingers into the exquisitely soft material in my hands. Never before in my life had I owned such expensive clothes!
***
We had breakfast, a brunch of sorts, in the large dining room in another wing of the huge house. Scurrying behind him as he strode along, almost impatiently once I was ready, I took in the house. It was imposing, built in some Scottish baronial style combining a version of the Italianate model of a decade or so ago. Definitely the indulgence of a very wealthy man who had not hesitated to pull out all the stops to make his house a modern-day palace, I thought in admiration.
But a house without a soul whispered a small voice inside me.
I ignored it. What did I care? He loved me and that was all that mattered.
Tripping along happily, lost in my daydreams, I came up short behind Lucien when he stopped at a door in the passage and entered. It was a large dining room, with a massive table that could easily seat twelve people. Large windows opened onto the lush green lawns that looked perfectly manicured, and the bright sunlight fell across the floor. I gasped in wonder and turning to him, smiled in delight, as I cried,
"You have a beautiful house!" I breathed in admiration.
A hard, cold look came over his face, and I stopped, crimsoning. I probably sounded like a gauche hillbilly.
But the look of anger that had flashed across his face had me worried.
Had I said something wrong, I wondered as he turned away, totally unlike the man who had just spent such a torrid night with me.
***
Without a word, he gestured to me to be seated, and after I had slipped into one of the upholstered seats demurely, we began to eat, silently. A full American breakfast was served, by a silent man with a clean shaved head. After a while, I realized that he was named Gustav and that he was unable to speak. The cold, almost hostile atmosphere made me falter and I stared at the food in trepidation. Rushing to college on a quick breakfast of toast and coffee with an omelette thrown in when I had the time, made this seem like a five-course meal! As Lucien attacked the sausages and eggs, I pushed a slice of thin toast that had been finely buttered, around my plate. When I noticed him looking my way, I tried to swallow the hash browns. But I seemed to have no appetite anymore.
I picked at my food, unsure why Lucien looked so aloof; I was growing more and more upset with every passing minute.
After a while, I found the courage to speak, and my voice came out in a forlorn, tearful whisper,
"I ...I would like...I mean... Can I...I need to get home..."
His dark eyebrows shot up as he surveyed me dispassionately, his cold grey-blue eyes paler than ever.
After a long pause, he spoke, his voice empty of any emotion.
"Home?" he quizzed and raised a glass to his lips, taking his time, running his eyes over my flushed, miserable face.
'' You mean the place you share with those girls?"
There was an unmistakable note of disdain in his voice and I flinched. But I nodded my head mutely, feeling small and insignificant.
"No," he said with an air of finality in his hard voice and he continued with his food, helping himself to the waffles.
Staring at him open-mouthed, it took me a while to comprehend.
"What? I ..."
"I've fixed a place for you to stay," 'he said in a voice that brooked no dissent. "You're shifting there right now. My men have already gone to collect your things from your old place. I'll buy you whatever else you want."
Sitting bolt upright, I gripped the side of the hard wooden table unable to believe what I had just heard.
"But...Why?" I whispered, staring at him wide-eyed
He lowered his glass slowly, not taking his eyes off my face as he said,
"I want you close to me. Where I can have you whenever I want to, little girl. Not with a couple of Amazons guarding you."
He put out a hand and I rose and rushed to him where he pulled me onto his lap, kissing me hard.
"You belong to me now."
The possessive note in his voice was unmistakable. I felt a weight rising from my heart and I broke out into a joyous smile that made the man who was serving us coffee, pause mid-way and glance at me.
The joy in me was almost enough to make me laugh out loud!
I loved him.
And to think he cared enough to want to take over my life, was proof of his deep concern for me, wasn't it? I told myself smugly.
It was only later that it struck me.
He hadn't said he loved me...