2 comments/ 24287 views/ 4 favorites Nothing Special Ch. 01 By: erotic_euphoria My name is Alexis, that's all you need to know. The rest of my name doesn't matter; in fact my name really has no consequence at all. That's what my master has taught me. I am of no consequence in myself; it is only the services that I render which make me worthwhile. I wasn't like this before, but he saved me from a life of vanity and ego. Let me go back to the beginning and tell you how this all started, and how I came to be of consequence. I worked as a waitress at Midnight Lights, a small strip club near the business district of Manhattan. The uniforms were typical, guaranteed to stir the genitals of the men who came. Fishnet thigh high stockings worn under a tiny black skirt were complimented by a fishnet shirt with a black bra underneath, it was showy, but it wasn't like you were naked. That was left to the girls on the stages. Of course the stockings were attached to a garter belt and underwear was optional. I normally left mine off; it made for quicker access. I didn't mind my job. I actually enjoyed the men looking at me. I had a decent figure, small high breasts, a tight ass, and when I wore the stilettos that were part of the uniform they still didn't make me taller then most of the men that patronized the club. There were things that you could do to earn yourself better tips, if you were willing. With so many private rooms and debauchery encouraged I truly enjoyed myself from time to time when a good-looking man caught my eye. None of them were special though, until the afternoon I met him. He was going to be the one to take me away from it all. I knew it when I first looked at him. He was sitting at a table in the corner, watching Emerald dance. That girl knew how to work a pole, but he seemed completely disinterested. His eyes began to wander around the room and he saw me standing with an empty tray and motioned me over. I began to pick up small details as I came closer. He was older, around 35, I was barely 21, his dark hair was beginning to get a touch of gray, and it made him look more distinguished. He wore his suit like it was his Sunday tennis outfit, casually relaxed and completely unworried. His eyes caught my attention; they were the most intense blue I'd ever seen. They roved over my body as I drew closer and I wondered if he would be interested in an afternoon indulgence. This seemed to be a fine way to spice up my afternoon. After all the real crowds didn't hit till later in the evening and it wasn't often that someone as seemingly worthwhile as this man showed up. Finally I stood next to the table, inhaling the subtle scent of some expensive cologne. Smiling I flipped open my pad and said, "What can I get for you?" He looked up at me and gave me the blatant once over. "You." For a moment I didn't know what to say. I closed the notepad and didn't pretend to misunderstand. I looked him over, doing to him as he'd done to me, making him wait a bit before I agreed. His body was gorgeous, I knew that underneath that suit there would be incredibly strong muscular planes and I ached to touch them. "Room 13 in fifteen minutes. I'll be there." I walked away, slowly, making sure that my hips swung just enough to make his gaze linger. My long blonde hair bounced in its ponytail, swinging across my back as I moved. The next fifteen minutes went by in a blur. I called across the bar to Malinda and let her know I was going on my break. I slipped into the back of the club and into room 13. The private rooms were all the same. The black interior was decorated with a red love seat, and a small stage with a pole. The recessed lighting was dim enough for romance, yet bright enough so that you could see clearly. I sat on the couch, awaiting his arrival. I slipped my heels off to massage my feet. Eight hours in stilettos was not an easy task, even if you were only 5'3 and 120 pounds. I heard the soft whisper as the door open and I looked up. He stood there, his suit jacket casually tucked over his arm. He tossed it carelessly on the stage and came for me. Before I knew what was going on his hand was wrapped around my hair and his lips were ravaging my mouth. He kissed me with an intensity that was almost brutal and then he trailed his kisses down my throat. He pulled me off the sofa, backed me up against the wall and bit my neck hard, not hard enough to draw blood, but I moaned, half in pleasure half in pain. I heard the unzipping of his pants and before I knew it he had spun me around and bent me over the love seat. His hand was still tightly wrapped in my hair and I felt him sliding into me. Never had a man taken such liberties with me, at least not without asking permission. In a way it sort of turned me on. He fucked me like he did everything else, casually, in a most unhurried fashion. Before I knew it I was moaning and pushing up against him like a cat in heat. He pulled my head back using my hair as a handle and his other hand reached around, pinching and twisting my nipple. He began to move faster, slamming into me harder and harder, and then just as I was about to cum he pulled out of me. "Suck it," he said, his voice thick and rough. I turned around and went to my knees taking his gorgeous cock in my mouth. It was about eight inches long and fairly thick. I tasted myself as I slid my mouth down his throbbing erection. Licking him with my tongue as my hand wrapped around him and began to move with the same rhythm as my mouth. I teased the head with my tongue flicking it back and forth over the top. His hand wrapped around my hair once again and he began pushing himself deeper into my throat. I gagged around him and he gave me a brief respite but not for long. I continued sucking him off, my tongue spiraling around him, my hand stroking him faster and faster. Finally as I took the first shot down my throat he pulled my head back and finished coming all over my face. He zipped his pants and tossed me a handkerchief. Picking up his suit jacket he slid it over his broad shoulders and walked out the door, closing it softly behind him. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by his audaciousness. I picked up the scrap of silk and wiped him off my face. I sat down on the small stage and leaned back against the cold metal of the bar. My fingers went to work on my hot slit, stroking it into overdrive. I circled my clit with my forefinger, using my other hand to fuck myself relentlessly. I had never been this hot before, the way he had used me made me feel like such a slut, and yet it was completely arousing. My hips rose to meet my fingers and I let out a long moan. I licked the finger circling my clit to get a smoother motion and rubbed myself faster, frantically, remembering how good his cock had felt as he'd fucked me over the couch. Just thinking about that pushed me over the edge. I buried my fingers in my pussy and felt it pulsating and clenching around them as finished myself off. The chill of the pole brought me back down to Earth and I readjusted myself, tossing the silk handkerchief in the garbage by the door. I walked into the bathroom and washed my hands, rinsing away the smell of my body's natural musk. I looked in mirror, my green eyes were still slightly clouded from passion but otherwise I looked entirely presentable. Smoothing my skirt, I left to clock back on. Cleaning off the table where he'd sat the first thing I noticed was a silver money clip holding some bills and a business card. I picked it up and slid the card out. His name was Dominic Masters. It fit him, the name rolled through my mind, caressing the depths that I would have never suspected I had. Hoping for some small sign of what he wanted I turned the card over. On the back was his cell phone number accompanied by a short message. Midnight. That was all it said. I counted the money that he had left in the clip. There was two hundred dollars there. I slipped it into my bra along with the money clip, the cold metal reminding me of my experience. I went through the rest of my shift in a fog of apprehension and desire. I didn't take any other offers that night; I had a feeling I was saving myself for something better. My shift ended at 11 and I changed and caught the bus home. By the time I got back to my apartment it was ten minutes till midnight. I threw my work clothes in the corner of my bedroom and stripped down to my bra and panties. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, turning sideways to see myself from all angles. I noticed that the dark fuchsia color of the demi-bra and panties accented the rosy gold color of my skin. I took my hair down from its ponytail and shook it loose. It cascaded down from my shoulders, a falling waterfall of blonde silk. I looked at the clock; the glowing green digits said 11:59. Reaching onto the vanity table I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the back of the card. It rang three times before I heard his deep voice. "Hello." My voice seemed stuck in my throat. His voice was just as rich as I remembered, sun glossed and full of promises. "Hi" I sounded breathy, hot, and as aroused as I was it was no surprise. "You're punctual, I like that. What's your name?" "Alexis" My heart was beating so fast I felt like it was going to come bursting through my chest. There was no reason I should feel this way, but there was something about him that drove me into this sensual madness. "Alexis," My name fell from his lips like warm honey, making me melt even more, "How would you like to work for me? Leave your job at Midnight Lights. I can set you up quite nicely." "What would you want me to do?" I asked, thinking I already knew what he had in mind. "I want you ready, willing, and able at anytime I call. That's all I ask." I stood in silence for a moment, wondering how far I was willing to go. I really didn't mind my job at Midnight Lights, but if I allowed him to set me up then I would be pampered and I wouldn't have to put up with all sorts of men panting and pawing me. "When do I start?" "I'll move you in tomorrow, be ready at 9 am." Before I could say goodbye he had hung up. My mind buzzed with the enormity of the decision I had just made. My apartment was small and had come furnished so I wrapped myself in my silky robe, dragged my suitcases out of the closet and began filling them with what few possessions I had. I carefully wrapped knick-knacks and threw all my dishes away into a garbage bag. There wasn't anything in my refrigerator besides condiments and a jug of orange juice. The condiments joined the plates in the bag. I spent the rest of the night in a packing frenzy. Finally at 7am I had packed everything I owned. My apartment was bare, and I had left out one outfit along with my toiletry supplies. I turned on the shower and let the water heat up. Stripping out of my robe and the undies I had worn through the night, I stepped beneath the spray, letting the water calm my nerves. I ran my hands through my hair, feeling it hanging heavily down my back. I reveled in the feeling of the warm water streaming over my body and decided that I had time enough to indulge myself. I let my hands roam over my slick skin; cupping a breast in each hand I lightly rolled the nipples. I turned and leaned back against the sidewall of the shower, my hands sliding down my body and then back up again in a sensual motion that made me gasp. One hand stayed, rubbing slowly at my clit, while the other made it's way back up to toy with my nipples. I adjusted the water spray so it would course down my body and began to work myself over in earnest. Closing my eyes I let the sensations flow through me. My hands bringing me to pleasure and as I came closer to my climax I could only see his face in my mind. His incredible eyes seemed to sear my sole as I brought myself to one of the most massive climaxes I'd ever had. 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. * 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. Nothing Special Ch. 02 "You can take pleasure and pain and not make a sound, at least this time. I'm pleased Alexis. You can return to the guesthouse now. I'm sure you know the way." He got up from the sofa and patted my behind as he walked away. I stood there till I heard the door shut behind me and then I looked around for something to throw. I was unbelievably angry and, once again, unbelievably aroused. I adjusted my underwear and pulled my dress back on. It was slightly wrinkled from it's brief sojourn on the floor, but it didn't matter. I was just going back to my room. I wanted so badly to slam the door as I left, but I didn't make a sound. Even the clacking of my heels on the floor seemed incredibly loud. Perhaps I would go see Randall, after all a girl had to have some fun. 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. Nothing Special Ch. 03 I looked at him, leaning forward ever so slightly. I wanted him, I knew that I wasn't to have him, but that didn't stop the desire that was searing my body. His eyes were smoky and I knew that my resistance was wearing thin. Sighing I gave myself up to it, just for a moment, all thought of Dominic's warnings flew from my head. I had to know what it was like to touch him. I pressed my hand to his face, bringing him closer. My lips met his and a shot of electricity rocketed through my body. I knew then that I was lost. Things quickly got out of control as his practiced hands roamed over my skin. I felt his fingers skimming up my leg, coasting over my shaved pussy. I knew that I was hot, wet, and he had to know that it was because of him. Suddenly I couldn't breath, I was almost choking. Dominic's hand was on my collar, pulling me up from the floor. He slapped me hard across the face, throwing me onto the sofa. "Home Alexis, out of my sight before I do some serious damage to you." I stood, slightly shaken, and showed myself out. I knew that probably wasn't the end of it. I stared into the mirror for a long time, sitting at the vanity. My fingers slid absently over the cool green glass of my touchstone. I wasn't sure of anything. Why had I made such an impulsive decision, why had I let myself be blindly led since meeting the enigmatic Mr. Masters. My mind wandered as I recalled the way my life had been. Either way I had been a toy. At least this way I was only used by one man. Of course, I smiled to myself, if you counted Randall it was two. I wasn't sure how I felt about him, but I had a feeling that he would be more of an ally to me then Ameris. I heard the door to my room open and looked up. Dominic closed the door and crossed quickly to where I was sitting. I knew from the look on his face I was not going to like what he had to say. "Alexis, I am disappointed in you. This was your first test and you failed miserably. There are many of my friends far more tempting then Byron, and yet you made me look foolish. I do not intend to let this pass unpunished. You will learn that it is best to never make a fool of me." He grabbed my hair and cruelly yanked my head backwards. He picked up the tiny frog that sat so forlornly on the corner of the vanity, among all the jars and bottles of different makeup and perfumes. He glanced at it, and then smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was more of a smile that said I know exactly how to make you suffer. He turned away from me then and threw the frog as hard as he could. It smashed against the wall, the sound of fragmenting glass bringing tears to my eyes. "This weekend you'll be going away to meet another friend of mine and I'm sure you will not enjoy his company nearly as much." He let go of my hair and walked out of the room, whistling to himself. I blinked and let the tears run silently down my face. It had been part of what was me, the last part of myself, and now it was broken. I wondered if this was a sign for the future, if I would end up broken against the solid wall of Dominic's will. Angrily I wiped the tears from my eyes and promised myself that regardless of what happened, I would not let myself be made into his creature.