About three days later, Cyril was sitting in his office reading. It was rare when he got the chance to kick back, relax, and let business be business. Now that he had the opportunity, he was going to take advantage of it. He had so many books in his library, but had only read a few of them. He was going to change that. He had grabbed the biggest book he could find and quickly had at it. Just as the book was starting to get interesting some one hundred pages later, the phone began to ring. He dog-eared the page and answered in a polite voice, despite his annoyance saying, “Hello?”
“Hello, Cyril,” said an all too familiar velvety voice. “Was I interrupting something?”
“No, not at all, Carmen. How are you?”
“I am well, thank you. I have some news for you.”
“Oh?” Cyril said, laying the book aside. “Have you found someone?”
“Yes and I believe he is quite the catch,” Carmen chuckled.
“Well, who is he and where does he hail from?”
“Cyril, now you know I can’t tell you all of that.”
“And why not?” Cyril demanded. “I don’t do business with just anyone!”
“I’m well aware of that, but rules are rules. If I do not have my clients’ trust, I cannot do business. Do you understand where I’m coming from?”
Cyril sighed in frustration. “Yes,” he said reluctantly. “Then, what can you tell me?”
“I can tell you that his name is Victor and he comes from an affluent family. He recently celebrated his twenty-first birthday and is looking for a good time.”
“His parents couldn’t find him someone?”
“From what he told me, they did. But, they obviously did not know his taste. That’s how he found me and in turn, I rediscovered you.”
“I see…So, how long has he been searching?”
“For about two weeks.”
“Why so long? Couldn’t he have gone to a brothel or something?”
“He did, but he is very...particular about his women.”
“How so?” Cyril asked, crossing his legs.
“He doesn’t want overused goods. You understand, right?”
“Hm…If that’s the case, I’m awfully particular about who I let sleep with my women. Describe him.” Cyril wanted to make sure that this man would be pleasing to Faye’s eye because he didn’t want her to suffer too much. Yes, it was a punishment, but he wanted to make this transition as painless as possible, despite the fact that he knew it would tear her apart. But as far as he was concerned, it had to be done.
Carmen went on to describe this Victor as handsome, tall, and athletic. Cyril demanded details, so she went further by saying he had long black hair that he often wore in a ponytail, green eyes, and a killer jaw line.
“What about his character?” Cyril asked.
“He’s a kind soul; he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s also very intelligent.”
“Oh? What does he do besides live off his parents’ fortune?”
“Cyril, don’t be so rigid,” Carmen chided. “He does not live off of his parents’ fortune. I’ll have you know that he seeks to make his own as a lawyer instead.” She spoke of him as if he was her own son.
“He won’t make any money like that!”
“Oh, but he has and he will continue to do so, my dear. When his parents pass, he will take whatever money they leave him, but he’s not going to touch it.”
What? thought Cyril. What kind of young bachelor doesn’t spend a chunk if not, a smidgen of his inheritance? “Is he an only child?”
“Yes…How did you know?”
“I’m an only child…Similar circumstances.” Honestly, Cyril envied young Victor. He wished that he had had his discipline and wisdom when he was younger. Unfortunately, Cyril took advantage of his status as a rich, spoiled brat who had nothing withheld from him.
“I see.” A moment of silence passed before Carmen spoke again saying, “So, does he fit your criteria?”
Cyril thought about it. Being the cynical bastard he was whenever he had to give up something, he was looking for something wrong with this Victor. He couldn’t find a single problem, so he had no choice but to say, “Yes…He fits the criteria.”
“Excellent! He’ll be so pleased to hear this! When would you like us to come?”
“The sooner, the better?” Cyril said before he heard some whispering over the line.
“Would it be all right if we came tonight?”
Cyril considered it and said, “I don’t see why not.”
“Perfect! Now, remember our agreement.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll put him in the best room with the comfiest bed, the softest sofa, and provide you with the sweetest wine in my store.”
“Wonderful. I’m looking forward to seeing you again, old friend.”
“Goodbye.” When Cyril hung up, he rested his elbow on the arm of his chair and placed his hand on his temple. He didn’t expect to hear back from Carmen so quickly. The last time they did business, he recalled that it took her at least a week to get back to him. Was it luck? Fate? He didn’t know. All he knew was that a young man was coming to claim Faye that night and he had to make all the preparations so that everything would be perfect and go according to plan.
That evening, Cyril was sitting at his desk, penning the final draft of an important letter when there came a knock on the door. “Enter,” he called as he let his pen take its final stroke upon completing his signature. The door opened and Alfred entered the room. “Good evening, Alfred. What news do you have for me?”
“Your guests have arrived and are waiting in the sitting room downstairs.”
“Ah. Well, take me to them,” Cyril said as he rose and pulled down his waistcoat.
“Yes, sir.” Alfred opened the door for Cyril and once they both were outside, he closed the door behind him. Then he escorted Cyril down the grand staircase to the sitting room. “Lord Cyril Van Tassel,” he announced as they entered the room, prompting the two guests to stand.
“Thank you, Alfred. Now, will you please go fetch Faye and take her to the designated bedroom? Her clothes should already be on the bed.”
“Yes, sir,” Alfred replied with a bow. Then he left to do as Cyril asked.
“Well,” Cyril said, rubbing his hands as he turned his attention to his guests. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
“Humble?” scoffed the woman who wore a form-fitting red gown with a black mink shawl. “Cyril, don’t be so full of yourself.”
“Lovely to see you, too, Carmen,” Cyril replied as he took her gloved hand and kissed it.
“But the pleasure is all mine,” Carmen purred in response as she gingerly retrieved her hand.
She was a lovely woman of the age of thirty-two, but she did not look it at all. Her face was without blemish or wrinkle and although she was plump, her body was shapely. Her skin was a lovely shade of brown, her eyes a hazel brown, and her raven black hair was in an elegant bob with not a single strand of gray. She was also the type of woman who held your attention once she had it, which was usually whenever she entered a room or made eye contact with an unsuspecting passerby. Cyril had tried reining her in a few years previous, but she made it clear that their relationship would go no further than friends and occasional business partners; that is how he came to respect her. “Cyril, meet Victor,” she said, gesturing toward the young man who stood in silence behind her.
Cyril laid eyes on him and could tell that he would do a fine job that night. He extended his hand and said, “Welcome, Victor.”
“Thank you, sir,” Victor replied as he shook Cyril’s hand firmly.
Cyril took a moment to look him over in silence after releasing his hand. He circled the man one, two, three times before he came to stand in front of him. Carmen wasn’t lying, he thought. The lad was a strapping young man, indeed. He was as tall as Cyril and slender, but athletic. He had olive skin, his hair was dark as night, and his eyes were as green as peridot. Cyril looked him up and down once more and nodded in approval. Surely, he will do nicely.
“Do you like what you see, Cyril?” Carmen asked as she placed a hand on Victor’s shoulder, bringing Cyril out of his contemplative state.
“I was just checking to see if he was everything you said he was…That he would be suitable.”
“For whom?” she said with a smirk to match.
Cyril gave her an icy glare. Of course, he knew she was playing, but he still took offense when anyone dared to imply that he was queer. He grabbed her arm as gently as possible and escorted her away from Victor, who couldn’t help but follow them with his gaze.
Once they were a fair distance away from the young man, Cyril leaned close to Carmen and whispered ever so hostilely into her ear, “Keep it up and I’ll cancel this little business transaction.”
“Cyril, you know I’m joking. Everyone knows you like women…I mean, lighten up,” Carmen said as she playfully jabbed him in the chest.
“…Carmen, you know how I feel when people make implications that my sexuality is anything other than what it is.”
“You should take it as a compliment. The fact that you are desired by both men and women is phenomenal in and of itself.”
“I don’t think so, Carmen,” Cyril replied, adjusting his tie. “I am exclusively attracted to women and women alone.”
“Alright, tiger…But, seriously, learn to take a joke.” Then she walked back over to Victor, who pulled her aside and asked if she was all right. “I’m fine, darling. Cyril wouldn’t dare hurt me.”
“Are you sure?” Victor asked, wrapping a protective arm around her as he looked at Cyril out of the corner of his eye. “He seems…rather menacing when he’s upset.”
“He’s really as meek as a lamb once you get to know him.” Then she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “But, I know how far to go with him since I like to push his buttons for fun.”
Suddenly, Alfred entered the room and said, “Everything is in order, sir. Is there anything else you wish for me to do?”
“No, thank you, Alfred. That will be all for the night. You are dismissed.” Alfred bowed then left the room and went back to his quarters.
“If you will follow me,” Cyril said as he gestured to the threshold. Then he led the two into the foyer, up the grand staircase, and down the hall to the right. They made a few turns here and there, but soon found themselves standing in front of a large cherry wood door.
Before opening the door, Cyril turned to Carmen and Victor, and said, “Would you mind waiting out here for a moment? I would like to make sure that everything is in order.”
“Do you not trust your own butler?” Carmen asked, raising a perplexed eyebrow.
“I trust him, but I must confirm it with my own eyes first. Then make the proper adjustments if there be any.”
“I don’t mind at all, sir,” said Victor. “Please, take your time.”
“Thank you.” Then Cyril disappeared into the room, meeting eyes with an annoyed Carmen before closing the door.
When he turned around, he was met by the pleasant scent of vanilla. He took in the atmosphere and concluded that it would be to Carmen and Victor’s liking. The color scheme was the lovely combination of cream, robin’s egg blue, and mint green. The drapes were cream with hints of the blue and green in the filigree embroidery. The same could be said of the comforter on the bed, which was accented by a mountain of pillows all cream, blue, and green with various designs on them. Underneath the comforter was a blue sheet and pillows with matching pillowcases. The lighting was dim, creating the intimate, almost romantic atmosphere.
Cyril looked up from the side of the bed and saw the cream couch directly across the room. He saw a bottle of his famous wine along with two wine glasses on the coffee table in front of it. He went over and sat on the couch. Yes, he thought. Carmen should be able to see everything from here.
“Cyril, is that you?” came a soft voice.
Cyril looked over the bed and saw Faye peeking out of the bathroom. “Yes, Faye. It’s me.” Then she came out into full view. She was wearing a baby blue robe, which came down to her knees. As she drew closer, Cyril couldn’t help but think, Victor is going to love you, my dear.
“Would you please explain to me why I’m here?” she asked as she folded her arms once she reached him.
Cyril placed his hands on her shoulders and said, “You are here on business.”
“Yes, I know. But, what kind of business?”
“Yours?” she asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
“An…acquaintance of mine.”
“Oh,” she said disappointedly. “But, Cyril, you-,”
Suddenly, the door opened and Carmen barged in saying, “Cyril, how long does it take to see if everything is in place?” She looked around the room and went to sit on the couch before saying, “It looks fine to me. Let’s get started already.” Then her eyes fell on Faye. “Is this the girl you were talking about?”
“Yes,” Cyril replied pleasantly despite his annoyance with his dear friend.
Carmen poured herself a glass of wine and sipped as she studied Faye in silence. Faye didn’t like the way this woman was looking at her, but she tried not to make it too obvious. Who is she? Is she the one Cyril wants me to-?
“…She’s cute.” Maybe a little too cute, but she’ll do, she thought. “You can come in now, sweetheart.” Then Victor entered the room.
When she saw him, Faye froze. He was…gorgeous to say the least. If she weren’t so committed to Cyril, he certainly would have been next in line. “I-Is that him, Cyril?” she whispered.
“Just relax and introduce yourself,” Cyril whispered in Faye’s ear before standing upright and going to greet Victor then bring him over to Faye. Then he came to stand behind Faye.
“H-Hello,” Faye stammered as she struggled to look Victor in the eyes. “My name is Faye Baptiste.”
“Faye,” Victor repeated as he took her hand and kissed it. “Such a lovely name for such a lovely young lady.”
“Th-Thank you,” she squeaked as she quickly retracted her hand and tried to pull the robe even closer about her even though it was impossible to do so. She wondered who this strange man was, why he was there, and how did Cyril know the woman who sat on the couch, sipping the wine while watching her like a cat watched a mouse. “And you are?”
“Oh, please excuse me,” Victor said with a nervous chuckle. “It seems that I’ve forgotten to introduce myself. I am Victor. Victor-,”
“First names are fine, darling,” Carmen sang from the sofa.
“Oh, right…Shall we begin, sir?”
“But, of course,” Cyril replied with a smile on his face. “Just relax and try not to resist,” he whispered to Faye before stepping out from behind her and patting Victor on the shoulder saying, “She’s all yours.” Then he joined Carmen on the sofa and prepared to watch the scene unfold. She handed him a glass of wine and they toasted.
Although he would have preferred to have some privacy for this intimate exchange, having two people watching didn’t faze Victor. It actually boosted his confidence; he liked the attention. He approached Faye, who stood stark still as she gazed up at him with her beautiful big blue eyes. He took it that she was nervous, so he decided to warm her up with a kiss. He bent down, tilted her head back, and planted a soft gentle kiss on her lips. Despite her nerves and confusion, Faye didn’t resist, so he proceeded to deepen the kiss and run his hands down her arms then place them on her hips.
Suddenly, Faye came back to reality. She felt the lips and hands of a stranger on her and it repulsed her more than anything. She belonged to Cyril and Cyril alone. So she pushed herself away from Victor, breaking the kiss. She didn’t know what happened. Did I black out? she thought. In actuality, she did. She was so stressed that she mentally checked out and became oblivious to what was happening while her body continued to react.
“Are you all right?” Victor asked, keeping a gentle grip on Faye’s hips in case she was to fall.
“C-Cyril,” Faye called over his shoulder to Cyril who sat with an irritated expression on his face. He didn’t know why she called him. Perhaps, she was hoping he’d stop this. Victor followed her gaze.
“She’s fine, Victor,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Proceed.”
No, Faye thought. He can’t let him do this to me…H-He won’t!
Victor turned his attention back to Faye and took notice of her flushed cheeks, wide eyes, and her grip on his shirt. As far as he could tell, she was ready. So, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Faye squeaked as she clung to him, afraid to fall because he was so tall. He laid her down gently then straddled her hips. “You’re awfully beautiful,” he whispered as he undid the sash of her robe. When he tried to open her robe, Faye grabbed his hands.
“N-No…Please don’t,” she whimpered. Her will to fight the urge to resist was slowly breaking.
“Are you shy?”
“Is this your first time?”
“…I-,” She looked away from him.
“Don’t worry, kitten…I’ll be gentle.” He pecked her on the lips and she released his hands. Then he proceeded to open the robe and feast his eyes on Faye’s sheer baby blue chemise. “Wow,” he breathed as he took in the sight of every bow, stitch, and tie. “You’re so beautiful.”
Victor leaned down and planted a kiss on Faye’s neck, eliciting a gasp from her. When he kissed her neck again, she turned her head to the side; not to give him more access, but to plead with Cyril through her eyes. She stared at him for what seemed to be forever, but he made no move, neither did he speak to end her suffering. He simply sipped his wine with an amused look in his eyes.
Carmen caught that little nonverbal exchange between Faye and Cyril and couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. She wanted to call off Victor, but she decided to wait things out.
“May I take off your robe?” Victor asked Faye. “It’s preventing me from exploring the rest of your lovely body.”
“Y-Yes,” Faye whispered as she started to tremble.
“Alright, then.” Victor removed her robe and continued his trail of kisses across the top of Faye’s chest. A strangled moan escaped Faye’s throat. She didn’t like this…not in the slightest bit. Yes, she had agreed to do anything Cyril said, but this? This was too much for her. However, she was determined not to resist as Cyril had told her. She silently vowed to go as far as she could.
Suddenly, Victor’s hands began to slide up her torso, and his thumbs grazed her nipples through the material of her chemise, causing Faye to jump. She didn’t mean to, but her nipples were very sensitive. Sadly for her, Victor wanted to drive her mad with pleasure. Because the more pleasure she had, the more she would please him. So, he pulled down her chemise and began to tease Faye’s right nipple with his tongue.
Faye’s eyes squeezed shut as she arched her back and mewled at this. Either this stranger was way too good with his hands or she was enjoying this more than she had intended. She involuntarily grabbed his head and held it there, telling him that she was ready for more.
Victor began to roll her other nipple between his index finger and thumb, eliciting a series of moans from Faye. When he felt she’d had enough, he started to tease her left nipple with his tongue. Then he ever so slowly slid his hand down to her sex and began to tease her through her panties. That started a chain reaction. In seconds, he had her writhing beneath him, whispering incoherent words as she clung to him. She was close, but he wasn’t about to let her feel release until he got his. So, he stopped teasing her, hooked his fingers in the hem of her panties, and began to pull them down.
In that moment, Faye’s eyes shot open. She looked up and saw Cyril looking down at her with a sick smile across his lips; the same smile he wore when he raped her all those many moons ago. She grabbed his hands and screamed, “No! Don’t!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Victor asked, his voice full of concern.
“G-Get off me! Get off!” she sobbed as she tried to push him away.
“I’m not hurting you am I?”
“I said get off!”she exclaimed as she swung blindly and ended up punching Victor in the eye.
“What the hell?!” he hissed. Cyril rushed over to the bed and pulled him off Faye because he wasn’t sure what the boy was going to do next. Faye then curled up into a ball and sobbed silently.
When Cyril confirmed that Victor was not going to harm Faye, he released him and asked, “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Very well, then.” Then Cyril returned to his seat beside Carmen who sat silently as she observed the situation.
When Faye recovered, she looked down at the foot of the bed and saw Victor. He had an unreadable look in his eyes, but she interpreted it as anger. She rolled over onto her side, covered her face, and sobbed, “I’m sorry.”
“A-Apology accepted,” Victor replied.
“Not just for hitting you,” she sniffled. “But also because I can’t go any further than this.”
“What’re you talking about?” Cyril hissed as he strode over to the bed, grabbed Faye by the arm, and jerked her upright. “You can and you will continue.”
“Cyril, if she doesn’t want to continue-,” Victor began.
Cyril cut him off saying, “Then, she’ll just have to endure.”
Then came a bang. It was the sound of a glass slamming down on a surface. They turned and saw an unhappy looking Carmen. Her hand was in a tight grip around the flute of her wine glass as it sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa. “Cyril, may I have a word?” she said her voice dripping with rage. He looked at her and although she kept a straight face, her gaze would have been enough to kill him if looks could kill.
“Right away.” He led Carmen outside of the room and said, “What is it, Carmen?”
“What was that?! Why did she refuse to go through with this?” she hissed. “Did you not tell her that she was meeting Victor today?” She whipped out her fan and began to fan herself because she felt a heat flash coming on.
“No,” Cyril answered honestly.
“Okay,” Carmen sighed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Well, did you at least tell her that you’re considering turning her over into my care?”
Carmen groaned in frustration. She was about to rub her eyes, but stopped upon remembering that she was wearing makeup. “Well, this is quite a thorny situation, Cyril.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your little servant has refused to service my client...Therefore, I cannot take her into my custody.”
“Nonsense, Carmen. I’ll just force her.”
“You will do no such thing!” Carmen yelled as she flit her fan shut and pointed it at him. “Goodness, Cyril. Have you forgotten my policy?”
He stared at her blankly.
Of course, he did, she thought with a roll of her eyes. “Well, let me remind you. My policy is that I cannot hire anyone unless they agree out of their own free will to service a potential client.”
“No ‘buts’! The policy still stands and as far as I and my client are concerned, we have no business here.”
Cyril couldn’t believe this. Carmen had changed; she usually let him do whatever he thought was best for their benefit. But, now he was bound by this policy. Dammit, Faye, he thought. Before he could get to the point where he was so upset, he couldn’t think rationally, he took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. Then he looked at Carmen and said, “May I have some time alone with Faye?”
Carmen huffed as she looked away from Cyril and began to tap her foot impatiently. What good would it do? Besides, why would she let him be alone with her when he had just offered to force her into servicing Victor? She glanced at him and he was donning his best puppy eyes. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen those eyes although it was rare when she did see them. She tried to resist, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. “Oh…fine. You have five minutes.”
“Thank you, Carmen,” Cyril said as he took her hand and kissed it. Then he placed his hand on the doorknob, but before he turned it, he looked at Carmen, winked and said, “Wish me luck.” Then he disappeared into the room.
“Silver-tongued devil,” she mumbled with a shake of her head once the door closed.
Once inside the bedroom, Cyril saw that Victor was sitting on the couch and Faye was sitting on the bed. She looked so scared and confused. It hurt Cyril to see her that way, so he immediately asked Victor to step outside.
“But, why, sir?” the young man asked, clearly confused as to why Cyril would ask to be alone with his intended.
“I just need to have a moment with Faye. If you will?” Cyril asked, gesturing toward the door.
“…Very well, then.” Victor rose from the couch, strutted across the floor like a peacock doing a mating display, and left the room.
After the door closed behind him, Cyril went to sit next to Faye on the bed. She was obviously more relaxed, but he could tell that she was angry. “Faye-,”
She cut him off saying, “Cyril, how could you? Why would you do this?”
“…This is your punishment."
“Punishment?” Faye snapped. “For what?”
“For being the vengeful little whore you are.”
“But, I’m no-,”
“Remember when you promised me that you would do anything to prove your love? Anything to redeem yourself? Anything that I asked? Well, this is it, Faye. This is your moment to prove to me how much you love me.”
“B-But, how will having sex with another man prove that I love you?”
“Simple. If you don’t climax, that will be proof enough.”
“But, he’s good…”
“…Then, I guess you’ll have to try even harder, hm?”
“Cyril, why are you making me do this?” Faye choked. “I don’t want this! I’m pregnant for god’s sake!”
“I’m very much aware of that, Faye…but, how can I know for sure that the baby in your womb is mine?”
Faye’s heart sank as he dealt her that blow. “I…I can feel it. I know it’s yours, Cyril. I don’t know how else to explain it. I just know it’s yours.”
Cyril wasn’t moved by her answer. They both knew that there was no way that she could possibly know that the baby was his. But, he humored her and said, “We’ll see…But, that doesn’t mean that you’ll wriggle out of this punishment, pet.”
“But, Cyril, I-,”
“It doesn’t matter what you want,” he growled as he seized her by the neck and brought her close to him. Then he whispered ever so menacingly into her ear, “Either you agree to service Victor or suffer the consequences.” Then he held her an arm’s length away. “Am I understood?”
“Y-Yes, Cyril,” she choked as she clawed at his hand. “P-Please let go, now…I can’t breathe.”
Cyril squeezed but for a moment more then released her. She fell to the bed and coughed as she tried to regain control of her breathing. “Good girl…”
Faye wasn’t about to give up that easily. She had to try just one more time…So, she sat up and said, “Cyril, you said that you love me…If that’s true, then why are you making me go through with this?” She looked at him with tearful eyes; partially due to the fact that he had just choked her and partially due to all the emotions that reeled inside of her.
Cyril sighed. “Because you promised me that you would do anything I asked…Why can’t you do this?”
“You know why! It’s because I love you. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“Yeah?” Faye nodded eagerly. “Well, that didn’t stop you from seducing Alfred.”
“I-I made a mistake! Please, Cyril,” she sniffled. “I’m sorry! Please don’t make me do this. I love you!” She threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his chest as she wept.
Cyril reluctantly held her as he rolled his eyes. Once she had calmed down enough, he gingerly pushed her away from him and tilted her head upwards by holding her chin. Then he looked her in the eyes and said in a soft voice, “I’m not making you do anything. You opened yourself up to this and many other possibilities when you mindlessly promised to do anything I asked of you. So, I expect to see some results…” Then he leaned closer and whispered, “Or else.”
Faye’s heart sank as she realized that there was no getting out of this situation. Her eyes flooded with tears again, but she refused to cry despite the fact that her lip was trembling terribly. How could I have been so stupid? she thought. If I hadn’t have said anything to Alfred about selling Sabina, I wouldn’t be in this mess! No – If I just would’ve stayed with Cyril that night…I wouldn’t be in this mess. As she thought of everything she could have done to prevent the situation she was in, the tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Cyril was losing his patience. “You have three minutes to pull yourself together,” he said as he rose from the bed. “Then, I’m letting them back in.”
Faye pursed her lips and choked on her sobs as she glared at Cyril. In that moment, she hated him to the core. If he really loved her, why was he making her suffer? That was the question she had in mind. She couldn’t bear the sight of him any longer, so she ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, fell to the ground and wept.
Two minutes later, Cyril knocked on the door and told her to come out because Victor and the Madam were waiting.
Faye looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrible; her mascara was running and her eyes were puffy from all her crying. She didn’t want this; she had given her heart, body, and soul to Cyril…and this was how he repaid her? She placed a hand on her still flat tummy and whispered, “I’m sorry, little one. I wish you didn’t have to be around for this.” Then she stood upright, turned on the faucet, splashed some water on her face, and dried it off with a towel. After looking at herself one last time, she came out of the bathroom and sat at the foot of the bed, glancing at Victor expectantly.
Then Victor began to walk over toward the bed and passed Cyril as he made his way back over to the couch. Once he was seated, Carmen handed him a glass of wine. “What did you put in here?” he asked as he took it from her and inspected the glass.
“Nothing you need worry about, darling,” she replied, patting his knee. “Let’s just enjoy the show, hm?”
“Very well, then.” He sipped his wine and watched Victor stoop down in front of Faye so he was on her level.
An awkward silence filled the room as the two stared at each other. Faye’s heart was racing as Victor captivated her with his gaze. Why does he stare so? she thought as she gripped the comforter in her hands. Just get it over with, already!
Victor smiled knowingly. The poor girl in front of him was scared to death; so scared that he could hear her erratic breathing. So, he reached up to stroke her cheek, but she closed her eyes and flinched away from his touch. He proceeded and to his surprise, Faye relaxed; loosening her grip on the comforter. She stared at him in shock as she wondered what his next move was going to be.
“You’re very beautiful,” Victor said in a soothing voice as he continued to stroke Faye’s cheek.
“…Th-Thank you,” Faye said as she began to twiddle her thumbs.
Victor continued to study Faye in silence. This had to be rather hard for her considering the fact that she’d never had an audience before; or so he assumed. He also didn’t know the nature of her relationship with Cyril, but he couldn’t help but feel that they were more than what he saw on the surface. He caught her chin in his hand and brought her lips to his into a soft, sweet kiss.
Faye didn’t struggle. Neither did she recoil. She just grabbed the comforter once more and allowed Victor to do as he pleased. But, towards the middle of the kiss, she began to feel a sense of longing. She didn’t know where it was coming from, but she tried to fight it despite the rate at which it was growing. She placed her hands on Victor’s chest with the intention to push him away, but her hands clawed at the material of his shirt instead.
Sensing the change in Faye’s demeanor, he picked her up, laid her down on the bed, and got on top of her as he continued to smother her with his lips.
Faye wanted him to stop now because Victor was literally taking her breath away; but, when she broke the kiss and opened her mouth to speak, a moan escaped her throat when Victor latched his lips onto her neck. “V-Victor,” she moaned.
Victor stopped his attack on her neck and said, “I’m going to make love to you now…Is that all right?”
What choice do I have? thought Faye. She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it…Is it all right if I make love to you?”
“…Y-Yes,” she choked. Then Victor began to undress her, planting tender kisses here and there, which caused Faye to gasp, mewl, and writhe. Little did she know that her pregnancy was the reason behind her sensitivity as well as Victor’s impeccable skill in pleasure.
Faye turned her head and looked at Cyril as Victor continued to worship her body. He sat with one leg crossed over the other as he watched her intently. Although he wore a stoic mask, she couldn’t help but think that he was secretly getting off on this. The Madam who sat next to him was watching carefully, as well. Despite her air of regal professionalism, Faye could tell that she was getting rather flustered by watching Victor have his way with her. She had removed her shawl and was fanning herself with her fan. She was also taking at least four sips of wine every two minutes. Perverts, Faye thought as she rolled her eyes in disgust.
Suddenly, she snapped back to reality when she felt a warm, wet, pleasant sensation between her legs. She bit her lip to stifle her moans as she tried to hold up her end of her bargain with Cyril. I-I mustn’t climax…I can’t let Cyril down. She looked down and watched helplessly as Victor devoured her.
Then he looked up and their eyes met. He took notice of her flushed face and glassy eyes and asked, “Are you enjoying this?”
Faye didn’t respond. To keep from voicing her pleasure, she groaned and plopped her head back down on the mountain of pillows.
“Do you want me to stop?” Victor asked as he ceased his sweet torture.
Faye’s head shot back up and her eyes seemed to scream no. “No, please,” she begged, her voice dripping in desire. “Don’t…Don’t stop.”
“Gladly.” Then he resumed, eliciting a gasp from Faye.
As Victor continued to please her, Faye moaned as she ground her hips to the rhythm of his tongue. He was good…Too good. He licked, nibbled, sucked, and touched her in all the right places. If he keeps this up…I’ll drop my end of the bargain, she thought. But, does it really matter if I do? She mentally shrugged and concluded that it didn’t matter at all. All she cared about was the pleasure she was receiving from this attractive stranger that she had just met not even an hour before.
Then without warning, she arched her back, dropped her jaw, and cried out in pleasure as she reached her first climax of the session. When she came down from her high, her mind was swimming as she found herself caught somewhere between reality and fantasy. “W-What happened?” she asked.
“You came,” said Cyril.
“And violently, at that,” added Victor with a smile.
“…B-But, how?” She didn’t even remember a build up to the climax.
“Penetration,” Cyril said flatly before he took a sip of his wine.
Faye tilted her head as she looked back at Victor for further explanation.
“With the tongue, kitten,” Victor explained.
That’s a first, she thought. “O-Oh,” she said softly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Her walls were starting to go up again as she was getting more and more self-conscious with each second of awkward silence.
Victor quickly made a move to keep things going for her sake as well as his. “Well, it seems that you’re ready for me,” he said as he glanced at her womanhood, which was twitching in anticipation.
“Victor,” Faye whispered as she covered her face, embarrassed that he was so forward.
“Are you ready for me, kitten?”
Faye looked through her fingers up at him. Under normal circumstances, she’d be terrified, but Victor was just so kind. She couldn’t help but remove her hands to reveal that tears were forming at the corner of her eyes. She wanted him so badly; so much that she thought she’d die if she was so foolish to deny herself the pleasure he offered. Then she glanced at Cyril then at the Madam before she looked back at Victor with contemplative eyes. She knew that this is what they had been waiting for all this time; what they had been expecting of her. But if I go on… she thought, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself from coming.
Once again, she had found herself torn between her loyalty to and love for Cyril, and her lust for another man. She wrapped her arms around Victor’s neck and buried her face in his shoulder. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m ready…Please don’t hold back.”
Victor pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. He had to be sure that she was being sincere in her request. If he was going to go any further, it had to be because Faye wanted him; not because Cyril or anyone else wanted her to want him. He saw no sign of reluctance, so he kissed her on the forehead and said, “As you wish.” Then he sat up and began to disrobe.