Arya was wandering around. The streets were getting empty, people were hurrying back to their homes. Arya was looking at the window displays till she finally came to a small square with a flower bed in the middle. She sat down on the bench and took out a roll filled with cabbage and mushrooms that Aron gave her. He was really nice and he felt sorry for her situation. He was trying to convince her that everything will be fine. Arya knew better. Those people who came looking for her were good, they are probably waiting somewhere on the way for her to get back to her room.
The problem was that Arya left all the money in that place and if she was about to start somewhere else she had nothing. She wanted to ask Aron if she could stay at his home for a night but his parents may have a different idea. After all, twenty golden coins was a small fortune. It was getting late and she
He almost threw her on the bed and was about to run away. Arya grabbed his hand.“Please Alpha, don't leave me. I want you. It hurts, make it stop. I’ll be obedient, I ‘ll do what you want.” She was kneeling on the bed and looked so miserable, moreover the intense smell of her heat pheromones made him unable to leave the room.“If you like me that much, why did you leave?”Arya felt that her Alpha was displeased, she couldn’t focus on what the reason for it was. All she wanted was to feel him. The rest was out of her reach.“Come here Alpha.” She crawled closer to him and undid his trouser
The butler sighted and shook his head. He wanted to say something more but at that very moment Mr Reyes stepped into the room. Arya didn’t hear him coming, was he standing in the corridor and listening to their conversation? She hoped not.“Master.” The butler bowed and left immediately. Arya was left alone with Mr Reyes, she was nervous. She knew she will have to face him sooner or later. He was standing at the door with disheveled shirt, loose hair and stern look.“Is there anything you want to tell me?”Was he expecting her to beg? Apologize? How could she explain to him how she felt?“I want to thank yo
Arya finally managed to fall asleep. She woke up early in the morning. She had problems getting up, her whole back was really painful. She was barely able to walk. She was stiff from sleeping in one position. Arya started walking back and forth. She had to be strong now, no whining. Nobody will care about her pain. The butler will probably feel relieved that the Master found a way to improve his mood. Arya looked at her wrists, there were bruises there as well, she didn’t notice that yesterday. She took the ointment and rubbed it again where she could. She waited a bit till the ointment would be absorbed by her skin.She knew she has to wear a dress, she carefully looked through her garment, she had chosen the one with the softest fabric. Wearing a bra was out of question. She went through a lot of pain to put it on. When she finally finished, she just combed her hair and braided them.
Every evening he came and the whole process repeated, each time he was rubbing her neck. She hated that. It was his way of making her submissive, taking advantage of her physiology. There was nothing she could do about it, her body despite all the shit loved when he was rubbing her glands. That part precisely made her hate him. He was showing her that she was just a mare Omega that could be controlled by a few strokes, pheromones or a simple order. He made her feel inferior.“How do you feel Arya?”“I’m fine, Master. Thank you.” She responded each time to his question and was silent. She never spoke to him first and she kept her answers short and always positive.He was sitting on the bed and wai
That night her Masters was restless, he went for five rounds. Arya was exhausted. He made her beg a few more times, he even licked and sucked on her glands and Arya lost control over her pheromones.“So excited, so willing.” He whispered into her ear, he probably lost it too as her pheromones for sure affected him as well. The morning after she woke up early, as usual. She was still in the playroom, Mr Reyes was sleeping next to her. His black hair spread on the pillow, he looked so peaceful. He was fourteen years older than she was, still he looked young and sexy. She could fall for him. But that was out of the question now. Soon a girl, like that Adele, will be introduced to him and he will marry her. Arya will be a shameful secret, an Omega to fuck, to follow his kinks in bed. The other will be a respectable wife to produce the heirs. What
Arya decided to keep herself occupied with whatever she could. She made her bed, cleaned the vanity table, her few pieces of jewelry were still laying there. Untouched. Then she moved to the table and looked through her paper supplies, she had only five pieces of paper left. She would be happy to have some more but she won’t ask Mr Reyes for anything. He will probably look at her and say that he will think about it. She had read all the books that were left on her shelf, still she took out a random one and decided to rest on the sofa and read it again.The butler knocked on the door before he entered.“Miss Arya, Master allowed you to take part in the tea with Mrs Brickwig and her daughter. He wants you to wear the green dress. He said, ``You know which.”
Arya would gladly go back to her room, however she couldn’t. She has to wait here obediently till they finish walking. She could see them through the window, Miss Adele was walking closely with Mr Reyes and they were making stops every now and then as she was pointing at some roses and Mr Reyes picked one and handed it to her. Mrs Brickwig was laughing. What a fucking cheerful company. Arya took a sip of the tea, it tasted well. The tea was lukewarm, just like those two females in the garden, neither hot nor cold. As she was enjoying the fading taste of the tea the butler came in.“Miss Arya, why are you sitting here alone?” He asked, looking at her with surprise. “I have permission from Mr Reyes to sit here, the whole party is in the garden.” Arya continued drinking the tea. The butler looked like he wanted to ask another q
It was still early, before breakfast to be precise and Arya went to the garden. Her hair was loose and she was wearing only a dress and no shoes. From her window she could see the thick green carpet made of grass and she felt like walking on it with her bare feet would be fun. She was out, after all she could be in the garden for a while, her generous Master didn’t precisely say how long so she decided to enjoy it as much as she could. The grass was soft and felt so nice under her feet, the dew was gone in spots where the sun managed to touch with its warm rays of light. There was nobody in the garden and Arya felt a sudden urge to run and swirl even more as something white was floating in the air. The white fluff was coming from the tall grass. The garden looked magical at this very moment. Arya was catching the white flying seeds and laughing. Her feet and even dress got wet and there was even more fluff in her hair when she noticed Mr Reyes standing on the balcony and looking at
“A question?” Silas crossed his arms. His stern look reminded Arya about their first meeting. Yet she was no longer a slave, now she was his wife and she was with a child. What is more she wasn’t the one who did something wrong, she wasn’t hiding anything. She suddenly felt she had an upper hand in the following discussion. “Yes my dear husband.” Arya sat down on Silas’ chair. ”Have you ordered your men to demolish my workshop?” There was a short flash in his eyes. He was shocked but not surprised. Arya suddenly deep inside already knew the answer. “Who told you such nonsense? Was that the Omega you met today?” He stepped inside the study and closed the door behind him. “Have you ordered it? Yes or no?” Arya asked again. “Will you believe me when I answer you? You seem to already know the answer.” He was standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. True Master of this place. “I need the truth Silas. Be it un ugly truth but still the truth.” Arya decided not
For a brief moment Arya didn’t know how to react to such a question. “Why are you asking me such a question?” She finally decided to ask back.Mehan was fidgeting with her fingers looking down on the table before she looked Arya in the eyes.“I ‘m not sure whether I should tell you this or not. I owe your husband my freedom, but I think I owe you even more. I owe you my life so I think you should know that.”The serious expression of Megan made Arya feel uneasy. Her stomach suddenly tightened, the first indication of stress.“What do you mean Megan?” “ The man that brought you the documents before we left, he works for your husband right?” “Yes.” Ary felt some cold tentacles crawling up her spine. “When I was working at the brothel I met him. He was into Carla, a Beta with curly brown hair. Once he brought three other men with him, they were celebrating something. All four of them were drinking and having fun talking about their business. From what they were talking I assumed they
Winter was slowly coming to an end. Every day the sun was shining a little bit brighter and longer. Every morning Arya was watching her reflection in the mirror carefully. Her body was changing. The belly was slowly growing and each time Ary was touching it she felt that the child was a real thing. Inside her a new life was growing.“You look amazing.” Her husband sometimes was hugging her from behind while his hands were resting against her belly. Then he would usually place a kiss on her nape and advise her to rest, relax and eat. Yet Arya’s conviction was firm, she wanted to stay active. Her underwear brand was doing well. Two weeks ago some new designs were presented and immediately picked up interest. Right now she was selling not only in her husband’s shop but also in two other places. The income was good enough to maintain all the costs and earn her a nice sum every month. Of course it wasn’t near as much as Silas would earn, still Arya felt satisfied that she was also contrib
Dancing and talking to all the guests finally wore Arya out. She needed a break and really looked forward to all of them leaving the mansion. The wedding however lasted till late at night. Arya managed to get back to her room and without taking off her dress threw herself on her bed. Her legs were hurting and all the tense feeling from the whole day finally left her. She was on the verge of falling asleep when the door opened. “Is my lovely wife trying to fall asleep in her own room on our wedding night?” Silas voice sobered her up. “No, I was just a bit tired.” Arya sat down on the bed.“Come with me, I want to show you something.” Silas took her hand and they walked out of her room. Arya followed him in the direction of the playroom. Fuck no. She wasn’t in a mood for something like that. Silas stopped in front of his bedroom. In one swift movement he took her in his arms and opened the door. “I always wanted to do that, carrying my wife inside our bedroom.” Arya’s heart started
Arya was taking a deep breath in and out. It was a moment of quiet for the first time this morning. She woke up early as usual and then a bunch of maids entered her private room. Arya was washed, some creamy mask was put on her face, her body was rubbed with a fragrant and relaxing oil. Next was her hair, it was dried and turned into curls and then pinned up and decorated with white flowers. Later was break time for Arya to eat something. After putting on some makeup Arya was dressed. The dress was magnificent, with sparkling lace, underlining her breast and waist, making her look princess-like. The maids even helped her put on earrings and a necklace of course. It all looked very expensive and Arya felt like some heroine out of a romance novel. After all that hustle and bustle she was finally left alone to rest for a bit before the ceremony would start. Arya came to the window, it was late autumn. Winter will soon paint the whole garden in white and grayish tones. Not even a year a
“Hmm, so now you are telling me that it is up to you what will happen to the family business?” He placed the glass aside.“You have no shame, don’t you care about your brother and sister? Have you ever thought about what might happen to them?” He looked nervous. He must have hated the situation when a pitiful Omega is about to make a decision concerning his future.“You are mistaken sir, I have no family. I’m an orphan. If I had a loving father I surely wouldn't be abandoned in a hell like the Institution.” Arya clenched her fists, she was ready to pour it all out.“You see, a loving father wouldn’t allow other men to beat his daughter and humiliate her. A loving father would care if she is cold and has enough food to eat. A father wouldn’t turn his back at a child that had to beg for food on the street. A decent man wouldn’t allow other men to treat his daughter like a sex object that can be bought and later disposed of.” Arya knew she wasn’t able to keep her tears from rolling. Stil
Fredric Bailey was a good looking man in his late forties. His hair had the light ouch of grayish color yet the way he was walking and his erect posture made him look younger. He was wearing a dark gray suit and a walking cane, that was an accessory rather than something he needed for walking.He had this noble atmosphere around him, even now sitting opposite Mr Reyes, he didn’t look like a man who came here to beg for favors. Baron Fredric Bailey had a serious expression and his way of speaking was very composed.“Mr Reyes, I’m glad you have found time for a meeting. I have a few issues I need to discuss with you.”“The pleasure is all mine.” Mr Reyes leaned comfortably and crossed his arms waiting for the other party to continue.“As you surely are aware Mr Reyes your recent actions have interfered with so far established ways of doing business. I believe as gentlemens we can find a proper solution that would be beneficial for both of us.” Then there was a pause. Baron was waiting f
The event turned out well. The man enjoyed the view of prosperity and a successful project, while the women had their share in gossiping and checking each other’s outfits. Arya was done with it, she only wanted to go back home. She had her urgent question she wanted to ask but for that she needed privacy and the right timing. Silas knows how to keep things a secret so it won’t be easy to make him speak if he doesn’t want to. On their way home Arya did what probably all other women were doing that very moment. She praised her fiance.“I must say that the marine is a really impressive project, I’m glad that it successfully ended. “ Arya grabbed Silas’ hand and smiled.“Me too, there is still much to do but it already starts to bring its profit.” Silas was beaming with joy. That celebration did him well.“I was so worried that the matter with the count would harm your business.” Arya decided to start it slow.“Well the count has his shares here too, so he gains as much profit as we do.
The door was opened and a tall elegant looking man faced Aya.“Good afternoon sir.” She greeted him.The man bowed a bit.“Good afternoon Miss Arya.” He was leaving and Arya went inside. As soon as the door closed Arya asked.“Who was that, Silas?” After engagement he decided that she should call him by his name, the Master thing was saved for the playroom. That was definitely a huge step forward.“Just a man who works for me to collect some information.” Silas smiled and placed a peck on her forehead. “Do you happen to know anything about that burglary in my workshop?” Arya sat down opposite the desk.“Unfortunately no, there were no traces and no witnesses. I’m sorry.” Silas sat down behind his desk.“Hmm, I have a request. Today I met an old acquaintance from Institution, her name is Megan. She was sold to a brothel, she’s around my age and I feel sorry for her.” Arya lowered her gaze, she knew she was asking about much but Megan was worth it despite her recent reaction.“You want