EroticReverie

Cherlynn Fox

Walking up to the brownstone house once again, with its perfectly manicured lawn, and fancy little bushes and trees, I lifted the Devil knocker and knocked twice. 

Oliver their assistant answered the door. 

"Good evening, come in Cherlynn." he said , stepping back and gesturing for me to come in. 

He reached for my duffle bag and my purse and set them on the steps, then gestured me in through the sliding wooden doors into the meeting room I had been in the other day. I hated the feeling of disappointment that none of the guys waited there behind the table. 

Oliver already had two chairs pulled up to the front of the table and the documents waiting. 

"It's pretty easy to understand, there's no fancy jargon or anything like that. But if you do have any questions, I can answer them for you. Once you sign, I will make a photocopy for you to have, so you can...so you can remember all of the rules and details of the agreement." he says. 

I nod and pull the paper forward and start to read. 

I read every word. My stomach starting to turn the further I get through the papers. 

The Rulers of the Damned will be in charge of when the Duchess, eats, sleeps, showers, and masturbates. 

I swallow hard. 

The Rulers of the Damned will be in charge of what the Duchess wears, as well as what she eats when she is allowed to, also of where she sleeps, and how she should masturbate if allowed to do so. 

"Jesus" I mutter. 

Oliver says nothing as he sits beside me. It wasn't that I wasn't expecting it, I knew the rules before hand, through rumors, through confirmation in my interview, but seeing it on paper was something else. 

I read more. 

"the Duchess should only speak to the rulers, with the exception of their assistant or professors. No other males should be spoken to without permission."

"The Duchess will submit herself to any punishment if she fails to follow the Law of the Damned" I roll my eyes. It was all a bit much..their law? Calling themselves the Damned. I shook my head and kept reading. 

"The Duchess will be expected to be available at all time to the Rulers of the Damned, for anything they wish." 

Twenty minutes later, I've signed the contract which also includes an NDA. 

"Perfect. I'll show you to your room" Oliver says, taking the pen after I lift it from the last signature needed, as I see the other three signatures beside mine on the last page. 

I push back my chair and follow Oliver, who picks up my duffel and my purse and walks me to the second floor. 

"This is your room." he stops at the first door on the right. 

"Who's is that?" I ask pointing to the one across from mine. 

"That is Master Ronan's room" he says. 

"You have to call him Master?" I ask , raising my brow, remembering in my contract how Id be expected address them as Master along with either their first or last name. I wondered if Oliver had signed something similar. 

He shakes his head. "No Duchess, I'm not required to do so. But when speaking to you, I will speak of him as such. " he says. 

"Got it." I nod, looking over my shoulder at Hunter's door as Oliver opens mine. 

When I turn and look, and step inside slowly. It's not at all what I expected. Probably because I'd expected a jail cell, or a cage or something, and a bucket to piss in. 

Firstly, it was larger than I'd expected. Secondly, it was furnished as they'd promised.  A queen sized bed, sat to the left side when walking in. It sat on a little carpeted platform, the headboard against the middle of the wall. White was the the theme of the room, with hints of a dusty rose , and a dusty purple color. Which were the colors of the decorative pillows sitting against the pile of white ones at the head board.  The carpeted platform ran across the entire length of the left side of the room, and to the left of my bed was a large white dresser, and a closet. 

Oliver could see where my eyes were and he walked over. 

"This is the closet, where all of your clothes and shoes are." he says, walking over and I toe off my sneakers on the hardwood floor, not wanting to dirty the plush white carpet of the platform. I follow him, and he pushes his hand against a small silver square pad by the door, and the door slides open and into the wall and a light comes on inside. He steps back and then lets me inside to view it. 

"Jesus" I say looking at the closet. At first it doesn't seem that big, because it only extends about four feet in, but when stepping in, I realize the closet also extends all the way down behind the wall. The same length as the wall in my bedroom. With racks of more clothes, and dresses, and a small dresser which appears to be for jewelry. 

"you need not worry about picking out your own outfits, the Masters will do that." he says.

I nod to myself , shaking my head and turn around, deciding to explore the absurdity of all the clothes in there with price tags still on them. 

He gestures to the dresser. "Your intimates are in here." He says. 

"The first two drawers include underwear, the third and fourth your bras, and the other two have stockings and such things." he says casually. 

"The fire place works...and has a remote on the mantle." he says as I turn my head back to the other wall on the right, with a decent sized fireplace with a sitting area, with a lounge chair and sofa. There are two rows of built in bookshelves on either side, currently only decorated with random things. 

"Then you have your balcony" he says and walks over , drawing a curtain back from glass doors, and pushing them open, a breeze catching the curtains, blowing them as I step forward and out onto the balcony. 

I look over the backyard. It's a decent size, and has a small pool in the back along with a jacuzzi connected, and a small patio area with some furniture, and a small gazebo in the back with a gorgeous arrangement of flowers around the sides of it. 

My balcony itself has a small glass table at each end, with a white plush sitting chair next to it. 

"Do I have my own bathroom?" I ask turning around. 

Oliver nods. 

"Yes Duchess, well sort of." he says and I cringe, but don't bother telling him not to call me that, because I'm sure he follows all of their little rules, regardless of my wishes. 

"It's not connected to your bedroom...and Master Ronan also uses this bathroom, but you will only have to share with him." he says and my shoulders sag. I let out a huff that Oliver ignores.

I follow him to the hall and into the bathroom which hosts a large glass shower with a ridiculous amount of shower heads coming out of the ceiling and the walls. A large clawfoot bathtub, that my eyes widen over. Hell yes, I think to myself, I will take the perks where I can get them, and that tub will be heaven. Until I remind myself, I'll need permission to even use it. I scrunch my nose, but notice in the shower, holds my brand of shampoo and conditioner, and array of body washes, the other side, holding mens shampoo and body wash. 

"when will they be home?" I ask. 

"I couldn't say Duchess, but feel free to make yourself at home I suppose, within your room." he adds, making me realize, I'm probably expected to stay out of the guys rooms. 

Once he leaves, curiosity would normally have me peeping through Hunters room, as well as the other two on the third floor, but I decide a nice bubble bath is in order, and I can probably sneak it in before they get here. Plus, does the whole contract thing start now, or when they finally are here and see i've signed it?

I walk back to my bedroom, grab my phone and walk back to the bathroom. Where I put on a playlist, run the bath, and shed my clothes. 

I shower quickly, not wanting to soak in dirt. Washing my hair, scrubbing my body, and then pile my wet hair onto of my head, and go over to the tub, turning it off, and sliding in.