Bound by Fate (4 page)

Victor simply looked down. Puzzled, I
followed his gaze only to find a bulging erection pressed against the front of
his pants. My body stirred in response. I hesitated for a moment before
kneeling down in front of him. I forced my hands not to shake as I unzipped his
pants. His cock sprang from the opening. It was big and hard as I took it into
my hands before directing it into my mouth. My heart began beating erratically
as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft. I had never done anything like this
before, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I was doing any of it right. However, it
must have felt good to him. Victor moaned softly as he pressed his hand on the
back of my head, pushing me to go deeper and deeper.

“Look at me,” he demanded. I obliged, staring
up at his peculiar stormy blue eyes. I flicked my tongue around the smooth tip
of his cock as he looked back down at me. His gaze was devoid of any warmth.
 His grip on my head became tighter as he wrapped his fingers around my
hair before he pulled me away from him. He then picked me up and set me roughly
on the edge of the table, knocking the tea set away with a loud clatter. My
legs trembled as his hands glided up them to pull down my small, white panties.
He dropped them on the floor. “Already wet for me?” he muttered as he pried my
legs wide apart and brushed the tip of his cock against my asshole.

Panic gripped me. “Please, not there!” I
begged him, feeling a combination of absolute mortification and arousal from
him touching me in such a private place.

“Tell me where you want me to put it,” he
said to me, his voice icy.

I did want it; that was the surprising
realization that swept over me. I wanted his cock inside me.

“F-fuck me in my pussy,” I stuttered, and
squeezed my eyes shut as I waited for his move.

I gasped as his cock filled my body. He
reached underneath my blouse to grasp my breasts as he pounded me over and
over. I had to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling off and hitting
the hardwood floor.

“I told you that kind of language isn’t
appropriate in this house,” he hissed at me.

A fire raged through my body, and with every
thrust of his cock deeper into my pussy I felt more and more the intense
urgency for a release. It wasn’t long, however, before he came inside me. His
breath was hot against my neck as he paused for a moment before sliding out of
me. When I raised my head slightly off the table to look at him, he was already
zipped up and on his way out the door. He paused at the doorway. Without
turning around he said, “You need to be careful about denying me. I don’t like
to be told no.”

I stood silently in the parlor a few moments
after he left before I took a towel from a pile of cleaning supplies Karen left
me and cleaned myself up. My face still burned from embarrassment and confusion
over how strongly my body reacted to his touch. I picked up the fallen tea set
from off the floor and set it back up on the table. It would’ve been impossible
for Karen, Betty, and Oscar not to hear us in here. I wonder what they thought
of all the noises. Were they used to it?

My body was starting to become sore from all
of the activity, and there was still a lingering feeling of desire that had yet
to be satiated. Closing my eyes, I pushed my hand back up my skirt and
underneath my panties and began fingering myself as I thought about dark,
handsome Victor. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, imagining I made another mistake in
front of him. “I’m so sorry, Sir.” I felt my desire quicken as I pictured him
taking me again where I stood, his cock rubbing up inside me, causing me to
come again and again.

I gasped as my body suddenly tensed and
released with a deliciously sweet, throbbing orgasm. When I had finished, I
glanced quickly behind me to make sure no one had witnessed my private little
moment.  I hastily went back to work.

Although it had been unsettling and new to
me, what had happened in the parlor wasn’t terrible. For all of the things
Victor had already given me, or will give me if I asked, having a few intimate
moments such as today didn’t seem as bad as the ominous contract had stated. I
smiled, thinking of how my body reacted so strongly to his. Maybe next time I
won’t have to rely on my fingers to give me an orgasm.

After I had finished with the parlor, I
picked up my cleaning supplies and rushed off to find Karen for my next
assignment.

I didn’t see Victor for the rest of the
day—or in the evening for that matter. I was too busy to worry about it much
anyway; after cleaning the parlor, Karen handed me a vacuum and told me that I
needed to clean the carpet, which meant every single step of all of the mansion’s
staircases. The vacuum didn’t look heavy, but it was, and my legs and arms were
soon crying out in pain every time I had to lug it up and down the stairs. The
task took me all around the large house, and with every step I took, there was
a new surprise waiting to find me.

There were at least five different bedrooms,
not including mine or Victor’s, but it would hardly surprise me if there were
more hidden away. I also stumbled upon what looked like a personal movie
theater: A giant flat screen TV screen filled half the hall, and in front of
the TV were four rows of chairs, enough to hold sixteen people. The floor
gradually tilted upward into a slope so that no matter where someone sat, they
would still be able to see the screen.  Each guestroom that I cleaned had
huge TVs as well as a stunning view of Victor’s estate. I vaguely wondered why
my room lacked a TV when it suddenly became clear to me.

I was to be getting my entertainment
elsewhere. I couldn’t help but smile.

When I had finally finished cleaning, I
wheeled the vacuum back to the small cupboard as Karen had instructed me. Still
not feeling too comfortable in my small pumps, I tripped, sending the vacuum
out in front of me as I tried to keep myself from falling on the floor. The
vacuum subsequently hit a small table that was holding a vase, causing the vase
to rock precariously
.
I panicked. Thinking it would crash into pieces on
the tiled floor, I jumped up, causing one shoe to fly clear across the room. I
placed my hands to steady the vase, letting out a breath of relief that nothing
disastrous had happened.

That was when I felt the searing pain in my
ankle. Oh, damn it all.

“Are you all right?” I snapped my head up as
Karen bustled in with her cleaning supplies. “Did you finish vacuuming?”

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth. “It
almost cost me my life, I think.”

Karen looked confused. Then she noticed my
shoe on the other side of the room. “What in the world happened to you?”

“I think I hurt my ankle trying to save that
vase over there.” I rubbed my leg. It was probably going to start swelling in a
matter of minutes.

“Oh, dear.” Karen dropped her supplies and
ran over to me. “Can you walk?”

I gingerly put weight on my leg. It felt like
fire. I didn’t want to tell her that, though. It was embarrassing to screw up
so much on my first day. “I’ll be fine.”

She must’ve seen me wince. “Follow me into
the kitchen and I’ll help you take care of it.” As I limped after her, I could
hear her mumbling. “This is my entire fault. I should’ve watched over you, this
being your first time and all.”

I couldn’t let her have that. “It’s not your
fault. I’m completely capable of cleaning. I guess I just get kind of clumsy
sometimes. I’ll try harder, I promise.”

Karen gave me a kind smile. “You’re doing great,”
she told me. Then she gave me a wink. “I won’t tell Mr. Draper about the vase.”

“What about my leg? I’m worried he’ll be
angry with me.”

“You tripped, is all. You can hardly fault
anyone for tripping. Everyone does it at some point in their lives.”

Her words comforted me. When we got to the
kitchen she had me sit at the table as she went to fetch something to ice my
ankle with. “You must’ve sprained it a bit,” she told me as I pressed a bag of
frozen peas against the swelling. “Hopefully it won’t be too bad. I can finish
up the rest of your chores for you while you go upstairs to rest. Let me know
if it gets any better.”

I hobbled up the stairs back towards my room.
I cleaned practically every room in the house before my little fiasco, all
except Victor’s bedroom. I stared at the closed door curiously before I walked
next door to my
room. Was he annoyed with me? Was he thinking twice
about having me live here?

The events of the day left me exhausted, and
as I stared at my fluffy, four-poster bed, I wanted nothing more than to sink
into it. I was told, however, that I could take a quick bath before coming back
downstairs to help prepare dinner for Victor. That was, if my ankle didn’t pain
me too much.

I noticed that Victor’s jacket was gone from
the spot on the edge of the bed where I had put it the night before. However,
something else on my desk caught my eye, and as I walked over to it I noticed a
white envelope. Four letters were written neatly on the front, but try as I
might, I was not able to read it. I broke the seal on the back and opened the
envelope. Inside was a beautiful pin made from silver and ivory that was in the
shape of a small bird with its wings outstretched. Tears formed in my eyes as I
traced my fingers over the intricate carvings of the ivory. Was this from
Victor? Have I ever been given something so pretty?

I put the little pin back on the table and
walked into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in my bath, and as I waited
for the water to fill, I looked outside the four windows that bordered
alongside the tub. The view was of the backside of the mansion, where the
pasture for the horses extended. Further beyond the pasture were rolling hills
covered with vineyards. Movement to the right caught my eye. I leaned closer to
the window and watched as a man wearing an English-style riding helmet and a
bright red outfit rode a beautiful, black horse back towards the stables. Is
that where he has been all day? Riding around his estate on his horse? I
noticed Oscar outside next to the stables, ready to help Victor dismount. They
exchanged a few words together and Victor threw his head back and laughed.

Well, he seems like a totally a different
person than he was earlier today, I mused. I suddenly wanted to know what his
laugh sounded like. What were the things in life that he found amusing?

I took off my clothes and stepped into the
steaming hot bathtub. My body was aching from all of the activity of the day,
and the feel of the hot water on my sore ankle felt heavenly. There were a few
interesting knobs and buttons next to the tub’s faucet, and I pressed one at
random, curious to see what it would do. I jumped as bubbles started forming
out of the sides of the tub, one directly underneath me.

Oh, okay. This actually feels really,
really good.
I rested my head on the tile
counter behind me and closed my eyes, relishing in my short moment of
relaxation. I could definitely get used to this. A bar of soap had been placed
on the side of the tub, and I quickly lathered it up in my hands. It smelled
faintly of lavender, and somehow it invoked some sort of feeling of nostalgia,
like it held another link to my missing past.

After a few minutes of soaking quietly in the
tub, I could hear the faint sound of footsteps just outside the hall, and then
the opening and closing of a door. Victor must be back from the stables. I got
up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around my wet body as I limped over
to the wall we shared. I pressed my ear against it, listening to the sound of
water rushing down a shower head. I imagined him taking off his fancy riding
clothes, and I wondered what his body looked like completely naked. Was he
muscular? Skinny? Was he really that big down there, or had I only imagined it?
Did he have a nice ass?

I stuck my hand in my mouth to keep from
laughing as I stepped away from the wall. I could stand there and imagine the
finer points of Victor Draper, but I was almost certain Karen was downstairs
wondering where the heck I was.

After I had dried off and slipped back into
my work clothes, I found Karen in the dining room setting up a long, narrow
table for a dinner party Victor was to host later that night. “How does your
ankle feel?” she asked as she noticed me walking in.

“It feels much better after the bath I took.
I don’t think I sprained it too bad. I won’t need crutches or anything.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.  Take it
easy for a few days though, all right?”

“I will.” I took the envelope that contained
the bird pin I found on my desk from my breast pocket and showed her the
handwriting. “Can I ask you a question, Karen?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course.”

“What does this say?” I held out the
envelope, still a bit embarrassed that I wasn’t able to read anything. I wanted
to fix that as soon as possible.

The maid looked down at it and smiled.
“That’s Mr. Draper’s handwriting. It says Dove,” she replied as she continued
setting down expensive antique-looking dinner plates.

“Dove,” I repeated, looking down at the bird
above my breast. I had pinned it there after I had gotten dressed.

“It must be your name now, if you don’t
mind.”

I looked at the letters on the envelope,
mouthing the name silently. It was a pretty name, and it made me happy to have
something to identify myself with. It seemed the emptiness within me was slowly
beginning to fill with each passing day.

“You can help me set up the table. Don’t look
too panicked; I’ll show you how.” Karen grabbed a small fork and spoon. These
ones go closest to the plates like this.” She demonstrated for me, setting the
utensils next to the dinner plates. “The larger ones go on the outside, like
so.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration as I
started to set silverware on the table, trying to remember the correct order
Karen instructed me. “I met Victor today,” I told her. I stared down at the
forks and knives, blushing at the memory of our time in the parlor, of his cock
sliding in and out of my dripping wet pussy. “He’s not like anyone I met
before, that’s for sure. He likes rules, doesn’t he?”

Karen glanced behind her as though to make
sure Victor wouldn’t walk in before she spoke. “He likes rules, yes, but it’s
more about staying in control. Having strict rules helps him maintain that
control in his life.” She began to set intricately folded napkins down on the
table. “He does have a kind heart, although it may seem like he doesn’t want to
show it often.”

I wonder why? I thought about that for a
moment before remembering my task at hand. “Damn it, I can’t remember what goes
where,” I swore, and then cursed again inwardly. I was glad Victor wasn’t there
to hear me. “Ugh, I’m having a hard time with this whole ‘manners and decorum’
thing. I’m so used to not caring what other people thought about the way I act;
when I was living on the streets I was too busy worrying about food and finding
someplace warm.” I dropped a fork on the ground and crouched down on my hands
and knees to retrieve it.  “And it’s not even the swearing I’m worried
about. I’m constantly bumping into things and tripping over my feet in these
shoes.”

Karen smiled at me and gave me a reassuring
pat on the back. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you out as best I can. Forks go to the
left of the plate, knives and spoons go to the right. An easy way to remember
the order is that the silverware for the first course is the closest to the
plate. The last course is the furthest away. Chin up, it’ll only get easier. I
was a bumbling fool the first few months I worked here.”

I nodded, making a mental note of everything
she told me. It seemed simple enough, and after a while I got the hang of it,
and when Betty walked through the dining room, she congratulated me on a job
well done. I flushed with pleasure. I really enjoyed being with these two older
women; there was a certain peaceful quality about them that I gravitated
towards. Talking to them and laughing with them made me believe that everything
in my life would turn out okay.

“Here,” Karen said, handing me a huge pile of
dark red cloth napkins. “Let’s sit in the kitchen while Betty finishes up
dinner and I can show you how to fold the napkins.”

As I nibbled on a freshly baked blueberry
muffin while practicing folding napkins at the kitchen table I decided to ask
Karen a few questions. “You said you’ve known Victor since he was little?”

The question made Karen smile at the memory.
“My husband used to work for Mr. Draper’s father when Mr. Draper was only a
toddler. When my husband died unexpectedly, Mr. Draper’s father took me in and
hired me to do housekeeping duties for his family. I’ve been here ever since, and
so eternally grateful for this family. Since his father passed away, Mr. Draper
has treated us very well.”

“Betty and Oscar have been living here for
that long too?”

“Betty has been here a few years longer than
I have. Mr. Draper hired Oscar as a butler a few years back. Both are
absolutely wonderful people, don’t you think?”