I reluctantly opened the bag he had indicated. It bore the label of a famous fashion house. And I opened my mouth in shock. An insignia gown in black with a voluminous skirt and a tight-fitting bodice with a plunging neck line, in the sheerest of materials, expensive by any count! The next bag had a pair of shoes, and a small purse.Even as I stood staring at it, Lucien emerged, clad in a towel, fresh from the shower. His hair was damp, and he stopped in the doorway, frowning when he saw I was still there, goggling like a child at the dress."Change!" he bellowed. Grabbing the bags and feeling like Cinderella, I scooted from the room.Half an hour later, he entered my room. I was standing before the mirror, staring at myself, at the transformation. The black gown was cleverly designed to cover but reveal a woman's curves. The neck showed off the soft mounds of my breasts, revealing more than I cared for. It flattered me, making me look mature, mystical but ...I couldn't put a finger o
ProserpinaI moved away. A man in a formal black suit, obviously a manager, entered and informed Lucien that the guests had arrived.I turned to Lucien in some confusion," Are you giving a party? Why?"
ProserpinaA light came on and I blinked in surprise.I was in a large room. The décor was strange.
Earlier that evening.Jazz and Thomas were the only familiar faces in the room and they came up, standing and chatting.I had never exchanged more than a few words with Jazz; as for Thomas, the only time we had had much of a conversation had been when Lucien had taken me out on a disastrous night after my nineteenth birthday.I felt a little uneasy when they stood beside me, speaking in a very familiar way.But then, Lucien had moved away, looking glacial and dangerous as he watched me from afar, brooding as he stood, a hand in his trouser pocket, the other nursing the tumbler of alcohol which never seemed to be empty.I could not help sneaking worried looks at him. I so desperately wanted to return home, to my children. Lucien seemed to be furious, a possessive rage that made him seem dangerous, more than ever before.The two young men who kept me company tried to get me to join them in drinking but I was firm.I hated alcohol.The man who had publicly declared that he was going to w
ProserpinaIt was a long time before I found the strength to open my eyes slowly, feeling drained and listless.The sound of someone moving around in the room forced me to come awake and I groaned, as I came awake, slowly, unwillingly.My body ached and it took me a while to recognize where I was.The terrifying room with the threatening-looking implements, the rich red drapes, an ominous atmosphere all around where I had been raped by the man who had declared publicly that I was the mother of his children and his future wife.Sitting up slowly, I looked at my poor body. The full breasts with bite marks from Lucien’s aggressiveness; my womanhood felt tender and sore, for it ached and the muscles in my a*se were tender. I winced and cried out softly as I moved and swung my legs off the bed slowly.Slipping off the bed, I made to stand but my legs felt as though they would give way beneath me. Clutching the sides of the large four-poster bed we had spent the night in, I sat back down he
Proserpina He had left after delivering his ultimatum and I sat, heartbroken, too numb to weep. A slight knock on the door after Lucien had stridden out, made me turn warily. I wiped my eyes hastily and tilted my chin proudly as Da
LucienHe had been told very often about his almost insatiable libido.What else can you expect from the son of a slutty whore, he had laughed, disparagingly.
ProserpinaLucien was away for more than three and a half months.*I missed him, the nights were long without his rough hands sliding over me, squeezing, probing, and awakening a need in me that I had not known ever existed before he stormed into my life. I lay, wrapped in the sheets, staring out as the night faded, giving way to grey dawn before dozing off fitfully. It was only the yoga regime I followed which kept me fit.And sane.I slept in the afternoons, along with my twins, swam with them, played with them and avoided being anywhere near the part of the house where his men frequently turned up.Daniella had started to frequent our house along with Grace, her wife. Grace was a kindergarten school teacher and she told me that they were planning to adopt a child. It felt relaxing to chat with her. Plump and dark-skinned, with tight black curls, she was beautiful with her tapering black eyes and wide, full-lipped mouth.She was fun and the children, in particular, looked forward t