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He noticed me as I walked in. “How is your ankle feeling, Miss Dove?”

“Oh, I...It feels a lot better.” What should I say to him? That I wanted to confront Victor? The entire idea seemed silly now, and I was beginning to wish I had just stayed in my room for the night.

“If you are looking for Victor, I’m afraid he is busy at the moment.”

My face turned red at the mere mention of his name. “Oh, it’s okay. I’ll just head back to my room.”

“Would you like to ride on one of Mr. Draper’s horses? He has already told me he wouldn’t mind.”

My eyes widened as I looked at the beautiful, complacent creatures around me. “I’ve never rode on a horse before,” I began.

“It won’t be difficult. I can hold on to the reins if you are uncomfortable. Butterscotch over there is already saddled up. She’s the gentlest mare I’ve ever worked with so there’s no reason to worry.”

Within minutes I was mounted on top of Butterscotch, led out of the barn and through the green pastures with Oscar leading the way. I was nervous at first, imagining that the smallest movement would cause the horse to kick me off of her. However, Butterscotch was in fact as gentle as a lamb, and soon enough I was able to tell Oscar that I was comfortable enough to take the reins into my own hands.

Oscar kept an eye on me from the stables as he continued on with his chores while I walked Butterscotch in big laps around the pasture. It was refreshing to be outside as the cold winter sun dipped behind the mansion, casting a shadow over the entire length of the pasture. I could see my breath in front of me, but the warmth emanating from the animal kept me at a pleasant temperature. I became bold enough to nudge Butterscotch into a trot, and as we sped up, my ponytail came loose and began blowing wildly about my face. I laughed at the newfound feeling of joy riding on this horse. I glanced up at the mansion and spotted a figure standing by the window of Victor’s room. I almost stopped Butterscotch where I was to stare.

“Dove!” I heard Oscar calling out to me. I steered Butterscotch back towards the stables and after Oscar helped me down I stood by to watch him brush the horse’s glossy coat.

“Can I ride her again sometime?”

“As long as someone’s here to watch over you. At least for the next couple of times. I feel like you’re getting the hang of it quite quickly.”

“Thanks so much for teaching me how to ride.”

“Best be getting back to your room before Mr. Draper’s guests arrive,” he told me with a wink.

As I walked back to the mansion, I looked back up at Victor’s window. It didn’t surprise me to see that he wasn’t standing there watching over me anymore.

People who I assumed were important glided in and out of the mansion during some of the evenings when Victor hosted parties. Tonight was the first night I wasn’t too sure of my place in the mansion and stood downstairs in plain sight staring with open interest as guest after guest filed through the house. Karen finally spotted me and pulled me away. “You’re supposed to stay in your room while Mr. Draper holds his parties,” she admonished me, but not unkindly. “I don’t want you to get in trouble if he sees you out here!”

I crept up to my room and stayed there for a few moments until I was sure the coast was clear. I then quietly walked over to the staircase and remained in the shadows of the hallway as I stared down at all of the extravagant guests socializing with one another.  The women wore gorgeous gowns, and had their hair done up beautifully. I touched my own, long hair, wondering if I could learn how to braid my hair or pull it back into an intricate bun like some of the women had done with theirs. I watched enviously as they walked around with ease in heels at least twice the height of the ones I wore now. Perhaps I could ask Oscar to get me some to practice in.

At one point I spotted Victor down below, talking to a pretty young woman with golden red hair and porcelain white skin. I watched enviously as his hand rested on the small of the woman’s back as they both laughed at some joke I could not hear.
What makes you think you will ever be like that woman?
A voice in the back of my mind told me.
You would fall flat on your face before you could even make it down the stairs if you wore shoes like those.

I hated when my doubt came rearing its ugly head, but once it did, it was hard to escape from it. I walked back to my room, deciding I had my fill of tonight’s events.

The next day, as I was dusting off the sculptures displayed by the grand piano, I heard Victor come in through the front entrance. As he was taking off his leather jacket—the same one I had worn when I was taken to this place—he noticed me and walked over to where I was cleaning. “G-good afternoon,” I said, feeling somewhat nervous at his close proximity as he stood only a foot away from me. I could smell his cologne and the aftershave he had used this morning.

“I’ve seen you looking at my art collection,” he told me.

I looked down at my duster. I was so helplessly shy around him, no matter how hard I tried not to be. “I enjoy art,” I told him. “I’ve always been fascinated by it.”

“Can you recognize any of these pieces?”

I quickly looked up, surprised and somewhat excited that he would ask that question. My shyness suddenly melted away as I pointed to a small sculpture of a light brown horse. “This sculpture is from the Tang Dynasty. I’ve never seen anything so old. They made these sculptures out of ceramic glazed porcelain.” I paused, staring at the precise craftsmanship of the sculpture.  “It’s so beautiful, don’t you think? It looks kind of like your horse, Butterscotch.”

“Yes,” Victor agreed. “This has been passed down my family for generations. It’s one of my favorites.”

“I’m not so sure where this one is from,” I said, pointing to a portrait of an elderly man, hanging in an intricate gold frame on the wall. “It’s very lovely though.”

“That is a self portrait of my great, great grandfather, when my ancestors still lived in England.”

“He was very talented.”

“People in my family tend to have an appreciation for art. My great, great grandfather used to have exhibits all around Europe, as well as the United States when he moved his family over here.”

For a moment we were silent. I suddenly remembered my place and the shyness once again overtook me. I tried to focus my attention back towards the art, all too aware of how Victor’s gaze lingered on me.  “You’re wearing the dove I gave you,” he said softly, almost as though he were talking to himself.

I touched the pin resting above my breast. “I-I never thanked you for it. It’s so beautiful. I like to look down at it while I work.”

I held my breath as Victor’s hand reached out to touch the dove. If I moved ever so slightly his fingers would end up brushing against my breasts. I bit my lip as I stared down at his hand.  I didn’t want anything else in that moment except for him to touch me.

“Go get Oscar,” Victor suddenly said. Confused, I lifted my head up to look at him. “Have Oscar call to get my jet ready. Meet me outside at my car in twenty minutes.”

I stared at him, puzzled. “W-what? Why…”

“Did I tell you to ask questions? What are you waiting for?”

He was becoming impatient, so I quickly rushed off to find Oscar. What was he planning, and why the hell would I be involved?

I was nervous for the entire ride to the airport.  The thought of being shoved into a metal tube and launched into the sky scared me senseless. In my panic to find Oscar, Karen stopped me in the hallway before I left and told me she would pack some of my belongings. I was thankful for her, since the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.

Where were we going?

Chapter Six

After we arrived at the small airport, Oscar bid us farewell before we were whisked past the VIP section of the security checkpoint and escorted out into the tarmac where a small jet waited for us.

I was downright terrified of that metal contraption, and my knees were shaking as we walked up the stairs leading into the cabin. “I’ve never flown before,” I whispered to Victor. “Not that I can remember, at any rate. I-I don’t know if I can do this. Would it be okay if I stay with Karen, Betty, and Oscar?”

“You’re acting like you’re about to be swallowed up by a gigantic whale,” Victor told me. “Relax.”

Easy for him to say, I thought as I sat down in one of the chairs in the small cabin of the plane. We sat there in silence for a few moments before the plane’s engine began to rumble to life. I gripped my armchairs as though they alone could save me from my doom. As the plane sped up and began to lift off the ground, I swallowed a whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Come over here.”

I opened my eyes at Victor’s request. He was looking at me, and his expression told me that it wouldn’t be wise refuse him. I got up from my seat and walked over to him, my legs feeling weak underneath me. Victor quickly grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He slid one hand underneath my skirt and panties and started fingering me while fondling my breasts with the other hand. I squirmed, still not quite used to feeling so much stimulation at once. His fingers unzipped the back of my skirt, and he pushed it all the way down to the floor. My body burned as he continued fondling my clit.  I felt his own arousal begin to harden underneath me, so I mentally prepared myself, thinking that at any moment he would pull down his pants and stick his cock into me while I sat on top of him. I was surprised when he reached up towards his neck and pulled off his silk tie.  

“Lean forward,” he said. As I did, he started fastening the tie around my upper arms, forcing my shoulders back.

As the plane began to level into cruising altitude he said, “You need to learn how to carry yourself appropriately. You will hold yourself with your shoulders back. You will stand straight.”

He lifted me up off his lap as though I weighed nothing, and set me in his chair. He positioned my legs so they were crossed over one another in a polite, ladylike manner.

“However, you still must act demure, even when you’re flying thirty-seven thousand feet in the air.”

He pulled out two neatly rolled cords from his briefcase next to his chair and proceeded to tie my ankles and thighs together so there was no way for me to move from the cross-legged position. The cords clung tightly against my skin, and I knew that any movement would cause a little bruising. I held as still as I could as Victor ripped my blouse open; a few buttons popped off and rolled to the other side of the plane. I was left only in my bra, panties, and my shoes. I could only hope that nobody from the cockpit would suddenly come out and see me here like this.

A ghost of a smile formed on his lips as Victor openly assessed my practically naked body. He trailed a finger from my clavicle, towards the middle of my breasts, all the way down to the top of my panties. He walked over to an area behind me that I couldn’t see and came back holding an ice cube between his thumb and pointer finger. I was already squirming even before he did anything with it.

“Stay silent,” he instructed as he lowered my bra strap down from my shoulder and pulled the fullness of my breast out from the cup. He traced his fingers along my hardening nipple before he began teasing it with ice. I moaned loudly as he placed the ice on the tip of my nipple. It felt like a jolt of lightning shot through my body. The cords pulled tightly against my skin.

“Please, Sir,” I pleaded, although I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop or for him to continue so he could give me release.

“Be silent.” Victor’s voice was firm as he glided the ice cube down my breast, over my belly, and underneath my panties.

I wanted to thrust out my hips to meet his touch, but the bindings on my arms and legs held me back. When the ice touched my aching pussy, I let out a shriek.

“I told you to be silent.” His erection was now completely visible against his tailored pants. He reached his hand into his briefcase and took out something that looked like a leather belt with an iron ring at the center. He tied it around my head, the iron ring in the middle forcing my mouth wide open. Victor stood directly in front of me and undid his pants enough to take out his stiff cock. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth and started sucking him. It didn’t take long for my jaw to start aching from the force of the ring, but I tried to put the discomfort behind me as I paused to lick his cock before going down deep. With a low moan, he spilled himself inside me. I swallowed his cum as best as I could, but some of it still dribbled down my chin and onto my chest.

I was panting as Victor pulled away from me. His cum was warm against my skin as it trailed lower down my body. I watched him switch on a vibrator before slipping it into my panties. Without saying a word, he walked away behind me again, leaving me there in hot desire. Every move I made caused the vibrator to rub against my pussy. I was panting even quicker now through my gag and praying to whomever or whatever was out there that Victor would return quickly, or that the vibrator would do its job and release all of the tension my body was building up.

Victor wasn’t gone for long, but it was enough to make my eyes start to water and for my body to start sweating. He untied the cords around my arms and legs and unstrapped the gag.

I wiped his cum off my face with my arm. My sweaty body stuck uncomfortably to the plane’s leather seats. I blushed and looked up at him as he reached into my panties to turn off the vibrator. “Where would you like me, Sir, if I wanted to offer myself to you?”

The question seemed to please him. He held back a smile as he tossed the cords and gag back into his briefcase. “Lie with your back on the floor and spread your legs.” I stood up from the seat, my legs and arms feeling a bit unsteady. I laid myself down on the floor as I was instructed and looked at him expectantly.  The carpet on the floor was scratchy against my bare back and smelled like cleaner. At least it was cooler than the sticky leather seat. “Show me how much you want me,” Victor continued. “Finger yourself and beg me for all of the things you want me to do.”

I took off my panties, which I think took him by surprise. He was openly staring at my exposed pussy and I had to force myself not to crawl away and hide behind the chair. I was still blushing madly from embarrassment as I started touching myself.