The doorbell rings in the distance. Pocketing the phone I went to answer, tip in hand, delivery drivers the only ones who ever come by. I pick up the pace, it was almost time to send the limo for Celeste. Everything needs to be ready.
Taking the newly arrived package up to the master bedroom, I opened the box and looked at it. The smell hits me first. Fresh, genuine leather, sorted by lace. I was really happy to find it online, my glee only increasing by the reality of it. My mind goes to images of Celeste wearing it. All of which I am sure will hardly live up to the reality. I remember how she spread her legs for me. Her tender, virgin pussy dripping wet and ready to be fucked for the first time. How she touched herself at my command, making herself orgasm. I thought about her delicious body. Her thick thighs, big tits and wide hips. I wanted to tell her to turn around and bend over, so Icould see her round ass but she had already cum. Then the guys showed up with their cruelty.
I replaced the lid on the box and took it down stairs, texting my assistant as soon as I hit the bottom step, having discovered a while ago how dangerous it could be trying to text while coming down the stairs.
There was a thud somewhere in the depths of the main floor. The sound of Lydia’s office door closing. Within minutes she was approaching, her heels clacking on the marble floor. Just over six feet of lean efficiency, constrained in a black power suit. Her dark hair cut in a short bob. She had been the best of the candidates for the job. It also helped that she was the furthest thing from my type. Made working together a lot less awkward which was good, much of my daily activity depending on her.
“Call the limo and give this to the driver.”
“Who is being picked up?”
“Her name is Celeste. Have the driver bring her the package and put on the contents, wearing it under her regular clothes. Then I want her driven here. He is to wait in the car as she gets changed. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lydia marched back to her office to carry out my orders. It wasn’t the same as a pet but I still liked her obedience. Particularly when combined with her effectiveness. Ordinarily, I would have had the driver stay and watch as Celeste got changed. Just to make sure she was following my orders. Though it seemed like she had already been through enough. I could tell she was actually really shy and didn’t want to traumatize her. I could only imagine what effect Mark’s exhibitionism would have had on her. Especially with the other guys touching her. I once again regreted not saying anything at the time, though there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was be as kind as I was capable within the confines of our arrangement, and do my best not to add to her trauma. There was something about her that made me feel very protective of her. Which was probably why I’d mentioned the shotgun to her two assailants the night before. I’d really meant it too. They seemed to know that, which was why they relented so quickly. I had the power of true conviction behind me. Despite being a master, I wanted to be gentle and loving with Celeste and would destroy anyone who tried to hurt her. She really was becoming mine. It seemed strange, impossible really but I could almost see myself staying with her even after the two weeks were over and the initial contract expired.
Chapter Six - Celeste
I was left in something of a state. The incident bringing back too many bad memories. Ghosts from the past that would haunt my mind unless I got out of there. I’d had most of my stuff pack and was doing a few, last-minute type things before the limo came to get me. I had to repeat that last bit in my head a few times before I would believe it. It had all happened so fast and seemed so much like a dream or a fairy tale. Not the sort of thing that happened in real life. Except it was happening.
“You really don’t have to leave,” April kept saying as I got ready to do that.
Adding to the irony she was wearing her coat getting ready to meet her boyfriend at a restaurant. I wasn’t sure if he knew about her multi-person dalliances but was pretty sure I’d seen him at a couple. The oddities of modern dating
“Yes, I do.”
“I made all the guys leave,” April protested.
“I know, I heard them. Still, doesn’t matter.”