Bound by Fate (5 page)

I nodded my agreement.

As I was walking back to my room after
getting everything set up for the dinner party, I noticed a pad of paper on the
credenza in the hallway. I walked over to it and picked up the pencil sitting
next to it. Without really thinking, I started sketching on the small square of
paper. The first picture I drew was that of a horse, similar to the one Victor
was riding earlier that evening. However, I wasn’t too happy with the way it
was turning out, so I quickly tore the paper off the pad and crumbled it up,
slipping it into my pocket. I started a new sketch which quickly began to form
a face; guarded eyes, stern, yet gentle lips. I was drawing Victor as I remembered
him earlier that day in the parlor. I touched my own lips as I looked at the
drawing, wondering how it would feel to be kissed by him. I started to get that
fluttery feeling in my stomach at the thought of his lips pressed against mine,
of his body touching mine...

“Dove! I still need you down here!” My little
daydream was interrupted by Betty calling my name. I jumped and rushed back
down the stairs to answer her, leaving the sketch forgotten where it was.

I had been at the mansion for only a few
days, and I was already becoming used to my role within the household. At
least, my role as a housemaid was becoming easier to get used to; the other
part of my contract seemed to have been put on a standstill since that
afternoon in the parlor. Victor rarely made an appearance, and I assumed that
he was caught up with his work. I would catch his attention only briefly at
meals I would set up for him, or when we passed by each other in the halls. He
would only nod at me and leave it at that. It was a bit disappointing, since I
half expected him to pull me into his room or mine to have his way with me like
he did in the parlor.

It was like that day in the parlor never even
happened.

The dove pinned to my blouse told me
otherwise, and sometimes when I was in the middle of cleaning I would stop to
look down at it, wishing I knew more about the man who had given it to me.

I decided to take matters into my own hands.
After my shift was over at five p.m., I changed into more comfortable
clothes—dark slacks and a tight fitting long-sleeved shirt, and I marched
outside and over to the stables, hoping to find Victor in there with the
horses. Instead I only found Oscar, brushing the shiny coat of the black horse
I would always see Victor riding.

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?

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.

“Please sir, fuck me hard with your cock.” As
I said those words, I felt myself getting turned on more and more. My fingers
glided in and out of myself, slick with my own wetness, and I knew I was soon
reaching my climax. “Roll me over and do me from behind. Please, make me come
all over your hard cock. Oh!” I became breathless as I brought myself to
orgasm. My back arched and my eyelids fluttered as I took in the wave of
pleasure greedily. Before I was even finished, Victor grabbed me by the arms
and turned me over just before thrusting himself deep inside me. I was brought
to orgasm again almost instantly. I gasped with surprise and then moaned
softly, thinking that nothing could ever feel as good as this exact moment with
my body on fire and him inside me.

A short while later, Victor returned to his
chair, both his face and his clothes composed as though nothing we had done
even happened. I stared at him wordlessly as I put back on the remnants of my
own clothes.

“The flight should be smooth from here on out
until we start to land,” he told me. “Curl up at my feet and take a nap.”

I obliged, feeling content and absolutely
exhausted as I laid down to rest next to him. I wanted to ask him where we were
going, but my body was quickly falling asleep. Before I did fall asleep,
however, I felt his hand reach down to brush a lock of my hair away from my
face. I smiled sleepily before my mind drifted away into a dream.

Victor nudged me awake. I opened my eyes,
disoriented until I remembered we were still on the plane. “We’re landing. I
was told it may be a bit bumpy, so you should go to your seat and put on your
seatbelt.”

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before
getting up. I was able to buckle my seatbelt right before the first bump of
turbulence hit. It was in fact a bumpy ride all the way until we landed at the
airport, but my mind wasn’t completely focused on my fear of flying like it was
initially. My body was pleasantly sore from earlier, and I could hardly keep
myself from smiling. The feeling of having an orgasm with him inside me was a
million times better than just using my fingers. The soreness made me feel like
he was still with me, embracing me, overpowering me with his strength.

As a second turbulence hit, this one more
violent than before, my mind snapped back to the present. I glanced over at
him. What was there to worry about with Victor so near me?

I pulled up the window shade and glanced
outside, my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright, clear morning. The Eiffel
Tower could be seen in the distance in the midst of the morning haze. I did a
double take and leaned closer to the window only to see thousands of tiny
buildings underneath us. “We’re flying over Paris!” I exclaimed.

“
Oui, mademoiselle
,” he replied.

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned toward him.
“What does that mean, Sir?”

He chuckled. “After a few days here you’ll
figure that out soon enough.”

The wheels of the plane finally touched
ground and the vehicle began to slow down on the runway. I could barely contain
my fascination as we got out of the plane. A sign nearby read “Charles de
Gaulle Airport” and was I surprised to find that I understood it. As we walked
through the crowds of people, I realized I had never heard so many different
languages spoken in one setting!

My mind was a whirl as Victor took me through
the terminals towards the exit, where a man dressed in a suit stood, leaning
against a limo. He opened the door for us and we slid in the back seats. We sat
on each end of the car, and I wondered if he would be annoyed if I moved closer
to him, but thought better of it. I was beginning to like the feeling of having
him near me, but I had no idea if he felt the same. I didn’t think it would be
wise to test that theory, so I decided it would be best to wait until he made
the move—if he ever decided to.

The limo ride took about half an hour to get
from the airport to Paris. The entire time my eyes were glued to the window as
I took in all of the gorgeous, old architecture mixed with the new, the
gorgeous green scenery, and the flurry of people that filled the streets. “Oh,
wow,” I whispered, not really caring that I was openly gaping at everything
around me.

“You’re obviously not a tourist,” he muttered
sarcastically. Confused by his statement, I turned to look at him, only to see
a glint of humor in his eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to travel,” I said shyly
as I continued to look out the window. “Do you fly over here often?”

“Not as often as I would like to.”

The limo pulled up alongside a sprawling
luxury hotel. A valet ushered us out the door and took our luggage onto a
little trolley before disappearing into the hotel with it. I looked up at the
building’s art deco design before being greeted by lively jazz music upon
entering. I was still wearing my white blouse and skirt and was hoping no one
would see the stains or the missing buttons as I walked by groups of
expensively dressed people.  I didn’t even want to know how my hair
looked. Victor nodded to them briefly as he was given a key from the front
desk.

“Here you are, Mr. Draper,” the woman at the
desk seemed a bit flustered as she gave the room key to him. “H-have a nice
stay,” the lady stuttered. I frowned. So Victor had that effect on others as
well?

I followed him quietly into an elevator that
took us to the very top floor of the hotel. There were only a few rooms on the
floor, and ours was one of the very last ones down the hall. Victor unlocked
the door and held it open for me as I stepped in.  The penthouse rivaled
his mansion in terms of fanciness. The rooms were also spacious, covered from
ceiling to floor with lavish, expensive furnishings and decorations. There was
a bathroom to the left, followed by a large kitchen complete with an oven,
stove, full-sized refrigerator, and a dishwasher. Above the sink there were
large windows that overlooked the city’s tallest buildings. As I walked around
the room in amazement, I peeked into the bedroom and noticed only one
king-sized bed. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing a bed with
Victor, at being in such close proximity to him all night long. Was he planning
to share a bed with me? I glanced over to the couch. It didn’t seem as
comfortable as the bed, but I supposed I could sleep there...