The training of Ophelia (Masters of the Mansion Series) (2 page)

I had begun to slide my finger in and out
of her. I started threatening to whip her ass; if she cummed. I knew that she was going to—because I was going to purposely make her and then I was going to whip her ass just like I told her that I would. I was out to show this girl who she really was and I was just getting started.

***

I could feel the climax building and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. “Please I can’t control this, I’m going to cum.”

“You better not, or I’m taking you upstairs and whipping your ass.”

I exploded; I mean literally exploded, I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. He jerked me up
—pulling me into his bedroom and literally ripping my clothes from me and smashing my face into the mattress.

***

I slammed
into her and smacked her ass, stinging it so bad that she had begun to cry. I have to be honest with you, those tears and that begging that she was doing, really turned me on.

Tears streamed down my face as I begged
, and cried; for him not to hurt me. He was huge and I felt like he was tearing me. What I couldn’t understand was why another climax was building. “Please, please let me cum. I can’t stop it,” I wailed.

“Beg me,” I hissed
as I jerked her head back.

“I’m begging you, I’ll do anything.”

I gently palmed her back and spoke softly to her, “Tell me that you will stay with me; tell me that you’ll move in and do this story.”

I sobbed, “I’ll do anything.
I’ll do anything if you will just let me cum.”

“Cum for me,” I whispered.
I immediately felt her spasm. I hadn’t had this kind of chemistry with a woman in forever.

I collapsed into the bed and he grabbed me
; soothing me, holding me, performing what I knew as
aftercare
.

I can’t explain it but I had been through a gamut of emotions. In the matter of an hour this man had taken me from anger, to ecstasy, to tears
, and back to ecstasy.

I held her beautiful, trembling body in my arms, knowing that I would not let her go. I had stalked her, pursued her
, and taken her. This was not my normal M.O.

I had slaves that literally threw themselves at me an
d I had never felt the need to
take
a woman—the way that I had taken her tonight. I had to have her and I gave her what she didn’t even know that she needed; to prove my point to her.

She had an innate desire to be taken and I had fulfilled it.

She was mine now. I had seared myself into her being—I was in her head now. The memories of this night would be memories that would stay with her—they would also stay with me…

Ophelia

“Oh shit,” I cried out as the alarm clock went off. “I’m late for the first day of this interview.”

I hustled getting ready
for the interview that I had with the mysterious owner of the BDSM mansion…

Master Richard Baron

I eyed my assist
ant; ‘second in command of the mansion,’ if you will. Master William was head of the house as far as running things. He was also one of the
Masters of the Mansion
.

He
was very high on the totem pole, second in command and he answered to no one; but me ‘Master Richard Baron,’ the owner of the mansion.

“I’m
going to be very blunt with you. I don’t want you touching; or so much as even pursuing this reporter that I have coming in. That goes for anyone, man, woman, patron, she is off limits and part of your job is going to be making sure that this mandate is carried out.

Have I made myself clear; crystal clear?”

***

I eyed my Boss. We were close enough that I could speak candidly; but with respect. My Boss is not a man to be toyed with. “Sir, this is a different side of you, may I enquire, what is different about this young lady?”

Richard stretched his long legs out and crossed them at the ankles. “To be perfectly candid
, William, I’m bored.”

“But Sir, you have these women trained down to the last detail of perfection.”

“That is true William. I have them trained, some for me—some for other Masters.”

A Sadistic smile appeared on Richard’s countenance as he spoke. “It is very rare to find a woman of this caliber; a thin line between being a ‘suit’ and a ‘brat,’ if you will.
Mix slut into the equation and things get real fucking interesting, my slut—that is.

She is smart,
sexy, self sufficient and mine, no more needs to be said on the matter. You may depart William, thank you.”

William knew his Boss well enough to know that he would not be divulging any more information
. He rose and gave a slight bow, exiting the room.

Ophelia

I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. It was now or never. I eyed the man that answered
the door and wondered if he was who had hired me.

It was evident that he was of European descent. He was dressed in attire as if he were
an Equestrian. He donned a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey riding pants and high black boots. He had long grey hair that he had tied back. The most striking thing was his eyes, piercing, cut through you, ice cold blue eyes. He had the appearance of some age on him; but it only served to enhance his good looks and authoritative demeanor. Oddly enough, he was not my type at all.

“Follow me,” was all that he said as he led
me through the opulent foyer and into a very impressive office.

The walls were lined with bookshelves and the décor w
as definitely that of the
male
species.

The walls were painted beige; with
a chocolate trim. A huge antique desk sat in front of a large window that overlooked the perfectly manicured lawn.

The of
fice was decorated with nothing but the finest of antiques and collectables.

When I entered
, there was a man behind the desk, but his leather office chair was turned towards the window.

A rich
and authoritative voice was directed towards me. “Sit, please.”

I could feel my heart race, this was nothing like the feel
ing that I had with the man who answered the door. I felt confident and in control with him, but this man was throwing me off of my game, and I had not even viewed his visage as of yet.

I sat and re
sisted the temptation to squirm, waiting for him to say something. Finally………..he spoke.

“Do you know who I am?”

“I haven’t seen you; how could I possibly know you?”

***

I chuckled as I listened to her response. Even though I had put her on edge, she was still pressing through it.

“Your name is not
‘Olivia,’ your name is ‘Ophelia’ and when you are in my presence, you shall be referred to as such.”

“I hate that name,” I hissed.
It is the reason that I never use it. (It was my birth name)

I turned my chair for the first time
, viewing my new toy.

I gasped
, as he turned looking at me. I mean—that I literally gasped.

The man that I viewed was dark and dangerous.
His coal black hair and cold black piercing eyes were challenging me.

He donned a beige suit with a black button up shirt
, complete with cufflinks and a printed tie. His hair was jet black and cut in layers. He was large and none of it appeared to be fat; only thick, solid muscle. He looked like a rich business man or an Italian mobster.

He was s
pit polished from top to bottom, as were all things that pertained to the mansion.

He interlocked his fingers behind his neck
, as if preparing for a response. He stared, just stared.

I met his gaze for as long as I could and then looked down fiddling with my fingers. Why did I feel like I was in the Principal
’s office being reprimanded?

“Ophelia, you work for me now.”

“I work for the Magazine,” I countered, with a sudden surge of courage.

“I own the magazine, Ophelia,” he calmly stated.

My mouth literally fell open.

“Close your mouth Ophelia, before something flies in.”

“Excuse me,” I stuttered, not believing that he had said something that I dreamed the night before.

“Close….Your…..Mouth…….Before something ……..Flies in…….”

He drew the words out, as if he was speaking to a child.

I shook my head
, trying to process how I could have dreamed this. Suddenly, my face and neck flushed a crimson glow as I thought of his assault on my body; the assault that my dream lover had performed on me the night before.

“Are you
nervous, Ophelia?” He chuckled, but it was more of a sadistic laugh.

“I don’t think that I am the person to conduct this interview.”

I rose to leave and his voice cut through the air: “Sit, Ophelia!”

I sat more out of fear
—than obedience.

Master Richard Baron

I rose making my way towards the professional blonde. I bent whispering into her ear. “You don’t have a choice Ophelia. I am your employer.

Now
, I know how that independent little mind of yours works and if you try to quit my magazine, I will ruin your career. If you try to leave this area, then I will ruin your career internationally. I am a very powerful man Ophelia, with a tad of a sadistic streak to my personality. You don’t want to get on my bad side.”

He pulled me up out of my chair,
but not before I viewed the hardening in the outline of his suit pants.

The bastard had gotten a hard on by discipli
ning me. What would he do to me? I sexually excited him. What would he do?!?

He pulled me from the chair
, ushering me into the sitting room—the sitting room that looked just like the one that I had seen in my dream.

I panicked; Oh no. H
ad this Master of control abducted me the night before and somehow drugged me?

He had.
I knew that he had by the sore, used feeling, and the throbbing between my legs. I had felt it earlier this morning and dismissed the thought, making excuses to myself that it was due to the dream.

He pulled me down on his lap and growled in my ear, “Does this look familiar?”

“Why are you doing this? I whined; “Why, why, why…”

“Because I can,” he drawled.

I looked up to view the woman from the night before; being brought in and chained in the door way.

The European man from earlier accompanied her.

He began to whisper in her ear and I could see tears welling up in her eyes as he spoke to her.

***

I
was rock hard as I began grinding up under my little victim. My hand made its way up her inner thigh, as my threats were whispered in her ear.

“You belong to me now Ophelia! G
et rid of your little vanilla boyfriends that cater to your every whim or I’m going to hurt them. You are not going to be slutting around and fucking whomever you please.

Now you will be my slut.
You belong to me now. You are my property now. You are no longer permitted to so much as have an orgasm without my permission.”

“You’re crazy; you can’t do this!”

“Silence! Or I am going to strap you down and use you in front of William and my slave!”

“Oh gosh;
you are crazy.”

“You have no idea
, Ophelia; no idea whatsoever. You have no idea the lengths that I will go to in order to keep you.”

“I’m going to cum,” I groan
ed.

He jerked his hand from between my
legs and yanked me from his lap, pulling me into the Master suite that he had ravished me in the night before.

He sat in a chair and commanded me to strip.

My fingers trembled. I was barely able to undo the buttons that would soon open and leave me naked, vulnerable, and at his will.

Master Richard Baron

I watched her trembling hands and it only excited me more
. It excited me to know that I was the cause of her distress.