In the depths of the hall, she walked quietly, peering into each room as she passed them, looking for him. Rebecca felt her heart race in her chest, cheeks burning with desires behind innocent eyes. She had been in the home for nearly a year now, taken care by the man she now came to call many things: master, father, lover. Right now, she was eager to see him again, the older man seen as a distinguished gentleman to most of society. She was eager to feel his rough hands against her body in an innocently enough manner. She walked most of the manor, finding him in the great room, the hearth blazing on the chilled night.
Departing the dark hall for the brightly lit room, Rebecca slowed down to a halt, gazing at the tall chair that was caddy corner in the den, his graying hair painted red with the fire light. The young woman watched Draen for quite a few minutes, waiting for him to notice her, all dressed in the innocent white night gown, lace at her throat, sleeveless, stockings slipping a little on the floor even as she stood. At long last Draen spoke, acknowledging Rebecca’s presence. “Come my girl..” his deep gruff voice called, soft but his age showing all the same.
Rebecca stepped forth, answering the call, a tremble down her spine. She looked upon his face, a faint scar down his cheek, a set of spectacles sitting low on his nose. “Yes, Father?” she asks quietly. After admiring his features, she was quick enough to set her gaze to the ground, hands folded before her.
The man was quick to grab up her wrist though, tight and maliciously with his calm features and voice. “You were in the library again, weren’t you?” he asked, looking hard into her eyes, starting to stand, as she twisted at the grip, trembling. “I told you not to go in there unattended..”
The young woman cries out softly, her other hand starting to rest upon his, too timid to pry loose, her cheeks brighter red now. “Father! I’m.. I’m sorry, Father.. I was trying to find a recipe.. I wanted to find you something special for lunch!” she cried out.
The elder man slapped her face quick and harsh, though left no mark or bruise. He growled softly, narrowing his gaze. “I took you in, girl. The least you can do is follow my rules. Even an imbecile can follow them.” Roughly he shoved her across his chair, ripping a cord from his robe pocket, tying her wrists behind her. When secured, Draen pushed Rebecca’s skirt up, exposing the bruises on her bottom from previous beatings and play. He grips her bottom almost affectionately, savoring the smooth flesh before cracking his hand across the expanse.
Rebecca flinched, gasping, not daring to cry out much more than that, her eyes closing. She knew that this would happen, seeking him for this very purpose. Swallowing hard, she took every stroke of his hand, a pattern between strokes and caresses before sharp reprimanding. “Father! I’m sorry Father..” she murmurs quietly when he halts a moment, glancing back curiously.
Draen gave her a grunt, undoing his robe, his shaft stiff with their play so far, standing to attention. Quickly she looks away just in time for him to ram forcefully deep into her loins, his wide palms gripping her hips to jerk her back. “You little witch.. You like this.. But it’s the only humiliation I know that you deserve. Besides..” she heard him almost smirk, his form leaning over her, deep inside. “I have to show the other girl what to expect when she is bad..”
It was then that Rebecca jerked her head up, seeing another girl about as young as herself when she first entered the house, staring before the two, watching with eyes wide. Rebecca paled, never been shared before any other save for the rowdy parties Master Draen threw on occasion, his guests fondling her at most. Biting her lip she whimpers quietly, the girl before Rebecca, tired to the chair so she couldn’t run while Draen was busy with other flesh.
“Meet your new bed mate, Rebecca.. Her name is Vivian. You’ll both learn to like each other’s company, there’s no doubt about that.. Especially with you being such a filthy whore, Rebecca..” he sneered down at her, rising to thrust hard again, causing Rebecca to cry out in surprise. “Now you be a good girl, Rebecca.. And I’ll let you lick Vivian to get her ready for me next..” A hearty laugh from the man sounded in the hollowed room, starting to soundly take the girl bent over his chair. Harder and harder, faster and faster.
Unknown "Foxy sub" Tender
- 16 years, 4 months, 22 days ago
