EroticReverie

Arabella

After waking up, I take an "everything" shower. Shaving my legs, my arm pits, my pubic area, exfoliate with a sugar scrub, doing a deep condition treatment on my hair. Then I take a bath, pouring oils into my bathwater and relaxing. But as soon as I'm in the tub, and the water isn't running anymore, I can hear movement in my bedroom. I sigh. 

"Hello?" I call out. There's several sets of footsteps and faint voices, and then a gruff deep voice I know better than anyones. What the hell is going on out there, and why is Victor in my room when he's clearly pissed at me? 

"I'm in here!" I yell, thinking that maybe he's looking for me. 

"Vick!" I call again a few moments later. I hear the stomp of his heavy foot steps and my bathroom door swings open. My eyes popping wide. Victor saw my breasts for the first time last night, and now was seeing them again , just barely, but the water was clear and his eyes go right to my chest as I slip upward with surprise, the peaks of my nipples slipping above water. I cross my arms. 

"I uh...I didnt think you'd come right in. Are you looking for me?" I ask. 

"No." he says and I just blink. 

"Um...okay." I say and then see the movement of some of the girls in my room, my brows pinching. 

I sit up even straighter, my arms dropping.

"Why are the girls in my room?" I ask, my brows pinching , as I see Trinity, and her black hair, arms full of my things from my closet. 

"Why does she have my clothes?!" I yelp , suddenly becoming terrfied. Was he kicking me out? I knew what happened to girls that kicked out for disobeying the rules here. But I hadnt broken any rules! I wasnt an employee for him, he didnt ever give me fucking rules.

"Are you...are you getting rid of me?" I ask, my eyes filling with tears. I know he's mad at me. But this...I wasnt expecting this. 

He steps in and shuts the bathroom door. I suck in a breath as the door latches. Oh my god, he was going to let Malena take care of me, just like the girls they "let go" when they became a risk to their establishment or became disloyal or tried to leave with their expensive cars and clothes and jewelry , thinking they could book it, sell the shit, and live without the guys. But they always got caught, and there were more bodies buried on this land that I cared to think of most days. 

"are you?" I ask, tears slipping down my cheeks. 

Victor walks over to the tub and looks down at me, my chin lifted high as I look up at him. 

"Please...I can explain myself...I promise I wasn't trying to hurt you" I say, trying not to fucking sob. Was I going to die today? Did the others know ? 

Victor stands there in his dark pants, designer leather shoes, and a black long sleeved dress shirt, and he undoes the cuffs, rolling them up his arms. 

"Please" I tremble. God, was he going to fucking strangle me himself ? Relieve Malena of the job of ending me ? Was I going to die, naked and crying in my bathwater?

"Please Vick...don't do this...I love you" I cry and he freezes. It's brief and only for a moment. Then his hands go to his belt, and I drop my eyes, watching him undo it slowly, and then unzipping his pants. 

"That so?" He asks and I nod, lifting my eyes back up to his. 

"What about Zane? Do you love him too? Bones? Gage? Colt?" he asks and then my eyes drop and I suck in a breath as Victor drops his pants and briefs slightly and his cock hangs. He was huge. From what I heard, they all were, but I've never actually SEEN any of them. 

"I..." I stammer. "I..." 

"Why dont we keep your mouth busy till it finds it's words, hmm?" He says and steps to the edge of the tub.

"Wh..what?" I ask as I look up at him, not quite understanding. 

"Show me how much you love me Arabella...go on....give me what I've waited two fucking years for." he says and then reaches behind my head, and pull back.

"Vic.." I say.

"Shut up." He growls at me. "Open your mouth and show me how much you fucking love me" 

"You show them all the time....go on...show me just how much you fucking love me...make me keep you..." he growls and I flinch and keep crying. 

"not like this" I cry. "please, not like this" 

He growls and pushes my head away and I slip and slide down into the tub a bit, and scramble to sit back up. 

"Are you...are you g-going to let Malena take care of me?" I tremble.

He huffs. 

"You're not that lucky. What I have planned for you, will have you begging to let fucking Malena take care of you." He growls and I flinch. 

"wh-what do you m-mean?" I ask. 

"Shut up." He snarls again. "And come to my room when you're done taking your bath." 

I just blink and nod. "okay." I nod.  He snarls , turns and leaves the room. 

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I sit in the bath, not enjoying it at all, fucking terrified of what his "plans" are for me. When the movement outside of the room stops eventually, and I dont hear the girls moving about, I slip out of the bath, letting it drain and grab a towel, wrapping it around me. 

When I walk out into my bedroom. I stop. 

Everything but the furniture, is gone. My closet? Empty. My drawers? Empty. My pictures, knick knacks, and other things, gone. Every little present that Zane got me? Gone. The dried flowers i kept from Zane,  in a case near my bed, ...the case is open...the dried flowers, crushed into fucking flakes on the floor. My eyes well with tears. My things were gone and I didnt know where the fuck they were, and I didnt have any clothes to put on. Just the towel I was wearing. 

"Finally." Lydia huffs, my head turning to her. She's sitting on one of the cushioned chairs across the room. Lydia didn't like me. Out of all the women here, she probably liked me the least. Well fuck her, because I didn't like her either. She was bitch, and was never kind to me, ever. She's been here the entire time I've been here and from the very first time I met her a few days after arriving, I'd gotten nothing but rolled eyes and her looking down on me. 

"He's waiting in his room. I'm supposed to grab your bathroom shit." She huffs and stands. 

"Unless you want to take another hour in there and maybe drown yourself this time and do us all a fucking favor." She snips. 

Maybe I was an idiot, for never telling the guys the passing comments she's made. BEFORE all this happened, Victor definitely wouldnt have taken it well. I had the power before, to put her in a fucking grave if I wanted to. But I just didnt care enough about her or her bullshit to be so petty that I'd have a girl killed over it. But now? Victor probably wouldnt give a shit. 

I say nothing, and that's probably the problem, and why her remarks have only gotten more vicious and cruel over the past few years, but I honestly, dont care. What she thinks of me doesnt mean a damn thing and she knows it. And i suppose that pisses her off even more. So, I let her hate me just a bit more as I leave without a word and make my way out of my room, down the long hall, and across the second floor, through the center of the estate and over to the other wing of the house. 

Victor's door is open , and I can hear the sounds before I even get halfway down the hall. But I keep walking, because I know he wants me to see it. Wants me to see him with the girls. 

So I walk in. My clothes thrown on the floor outside of the closet, piles, and a few boxes of my things. and on Victors enormous bed, are three of the girls. Celeste, a red head, Kelsie, a blonde, and Penny, another blonde. All of them naked. 

Victors bare ass clenches as he thrusts into the Celeste, her mouth getting shoved into Kelsie's pussy as Kelsie faces Victor, leaning over, kissing him as Penny kisses down Victor's back and then starts to spread his ass and her tongue slides over his asshole. she eats his ass as Victor fucks Celeste and makes out with Kelsie. 

I just stand there. Staying silent. He's such a fucking hypocrite. He's spent years fucking these girls, and several more. And yet, I'm the whore for making out with the other guys? When he's had two fucking years to do what he wants with me. He couldve fucked me over a week ago when I turned eighteen, he could have done SOMETHING , but still hadnt fucking touched me or even made it seem like he wanted to. 

Kelsie looks at me as her mouth moves from his and she bites her lip with a smile. Kelsie wasn't TOO bad, but she definitely was pretty fucking proud right now , making me witness Victor with her and the others. 

Victor looks over his shoulder and his eyes find mine, and his nostrils flare. His hands digging into Celeste's hips, fucking her harder while he looks at me. Celeste moaning and screaming into Kelsie's pussy. Penny kissing up his back now, her hands all over him, her head turning to me as well as she bites his shoulder and grins, and then licks the spot. 

I stand there in my towel, holding it around me, Victor's eyes dropping up and down. I hold his gaze. He apparently wasnt going to kill me off, so now, I was back to being angry. Still a bit scared of whatever his plans were, but angry with him for being such a fucking hypocrite. 

He grunts as he keeps slamming into Celeste. I dont know how long I was going to be stuck here watching this shit. So, I unwrap my towel and let it fucking drop to the floor. His eyes widen and he pushes at Celeste pulling out of her. 

"Get out" He snarls. The girls looking at me, Celeste panting as she lifts up and looks to see why he's stopped and is now demanding she leave.

she rolls her eyes and the girls all leave the room. 

"You. Over here." He growls at me. 

"Close the door!" He yells to Penny who is the last of the girls out of the room , the door shuts quietly as I walk over to him. 

"Get on the bed." he breathes hard, hand on his cock. 

"You're not fucking me." I say, his brow lifting. 

"I will fuck you, if I want to. Get on the fucking bed." he growls and nods to the spot in front of him. 

"Why are you acting like this?" I ask, his nostrils flare.

"I've watched you all fuck every girl that's come and gone for two years, how can you think it's fair to punish me for something you all do, all the time! If I'm YOURS, then why don't you ever act like it?!" I yell at him. Clearly losing my mind. It's not that I've never talked back to him. I have. And he's allowed it. 

He's off the bed and coming for me. 

"Fine." He growls. "I'll fucking put you on the bed myself." he snatches me off the floor and throws me onto the bed as I yelp, wincing at the fucking wetness underneath me, their sweat and sex all over the fucking sheets. My body bouncing as it lands. 

"Get off me!" I yell at him as he grabs me and yanks me towards him as he gets back on the bed. 

"Get off!" I scream as my legs start to kick, but his large fucking legs, are pinning mine, his hands grabbing my arms and slamming them above me. 

"What are you going to do!? Huh?! You going to fucking rape me!?" I scream. 

"I fucking should." He growls at me. "You'd probably fucking love it." He growls at me and presses his hard dick against my pussy. I grit my teeth and I glare at him. 

"Do it then. Fucking rape me. Make me fucking hate you. Cause you're doing a great fucking job already!" I yell at him and he snarls. 

"shut up" he growls and grinds his cock against my pussy. 

"i dont know how i ever fucking loved you!" I writhe, pulling and trying to squirm out of his grip, it's pointless, but I keep trying. 

"You never loved me....you loved Zane...Bones...Gage....Colt." he growls. 

"I've always fucking loved you!" I scream at him. "ALWAYS! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" 

He grinds against me harder and I hiss, his dick pushing over my pussy, grinding my clit. 

"I cant help it if i loved them too! I cant fucking help it if I fucking cared about them too!" I yell. 

"Stop!" I yell as I keep fighting against him, his cock still rubbing against me. 

"stop Vic" I whine. Losing my fight, losing my rage, and the tears prick again behind my eyes. Because this was never how I imagine it going. Never how I imagined our first time together. The fact the man I loved was probably going to fucking rape me, and fuck me with rage instead of with the love I'd desperately wanted from him, this wasn't what I wanted. 

"stop" I nearly cry. My limbs going limp, tears filling my eyes as I look away from him. His grip remains but his hips stop moving. 

"please dont make me hate you" I say, my voice cracking, and tears slipping as my eyes look back at him. 

"You're mine." He says, panting heavily. 

"Nobody touches you anymore. Ever." he says through clenched teeth. 

I just look at him, tears slipping down the sides of my face. 

"You will stay with me. You sleep here now. Not with fucking Zane. You don't leave my side anymore. You stay with me. Every god damn second of the day, do you understand?" He growls at me. 

I nod. 

"I mean it. They won't even have a chance to fucking touch you anymore. Because where I go...you fucking go. You dont get to take a single fucking breath unless it's in my fucking presence." He says and I just look at him. He cant really be serious? But his eyes tell me otherwise.

So that's why all my things were brought in here. He was moving me into his room. Would he even let me talk to the others ? How did he know Zane slept in my bed? I had so many questions but all I do is nod.

"Okay." I answer. Because isn't this what I wanted ? For him to still want me? To be his? 

"Get fucking dressed. It's time for breakfast." He snarls, without another word, removing his grip, removing his frame from over me and getting off the bed, snatching up his clothes. 

I exhale a shaky breath, still fucking trembling. But I get up off the bed, walk over to the piles of my clothes, picking an outfit. But he snatches it and tosses it. 

"Wear that." he points to a white dress. It's a linned summer dress with little scalloped lace trim at the hem, as well as on the short bell shaped sleeves. 

"No bra. White cotton panties. Flats. Hair, I want it half up, half down." he says and I nod.

He dresses himself, as I dress myself. I don't look at him as I slip a pair of white cotton panties on, or as I slip on my dress, and find a pair of flats, white fabric flats with open toes. 

"Blow dry your hair." He says. I nod, walking to his bahtroom. He follows. Standing in the doorway, leaning, watching as I use my brush and hair dryer already in there. He liked watching me do my hair. So sometimes after my showers, he'd call me to his room, to have me do my hair, or in the mornings after getting dressed. Sometimes he came to my room, but mostly he liked me doing it in his bathroom while he watched. 

I look at him in the mirror, his eyes on my hair, on my back, and my legs. The dress is modest enough, it's simple and "Sweet" the way he likes me to dress. The satin gown he put me in the other night was the most revealing clothing he'd ever picked out for me. 

His eyes meet mine in the mirror, I keep blow drying my hair, and keep my eyes on his. they're softer now, as if our routine has calmed him down a bit. 

After my hair is dry. I reach for a barette. He walks over as I pull the hair at my temples back, scooping up some of my hair , to pull it back the way he requested. I watch his hand pull open the drawer with my other hair items he keeps in here. Several more barettes, scrunchies, banana clips, hair ties, bobby pins,bows and ribbons. 

He pulls out a white ribbon, and holds it up between two fingers. I look at him in the mirror, and lift my hand to his, letting my fingers brush his as I take the length of ribbon from him. 

He stands right beside me, watching as I take a white little rubber band and pull my hair back.

"higher." he says quietly. I pull my hair up higher a little. 

"here?" I ask , looking at him and he nods once. 

I slip the rubberband around the portion of my hair, and keep it smooth. Then take the ribbon off the counter and tilt my head down and then tie it around the rubber band and fashion it into a simple bow with two long tails. 

"Is that good?" I ask him. My nipples tightening as he lifts a hand to my shoulder, over my dress, and then along my skin , fingers brushing my collar bone as he sweeps my hair to the side and dips his mouth down and presses a kiss to my shoulder right where the sleeve of my dress starts. 

"Perfect." he says and kisses my shoulder once more softly. 

"Let's go eat." He says and I just nod. 

Was he just going to pretend that he didnt act like a total fucking monster with me? Were we just forgetting everything that happened last night, and all the news he'd learned of me with the others? We're we just going to go forward with this new set of rules that I wasnt allowed to be alone with the others? Was everything going to go "Back to the way it was" before he learned the others had taken a little bit of what was "His" ? What would Zane say? I imagine Bones, Gage, and especially Colt, would probably not give too many fucks about Victor going back to claiming me as his, and being off limits to them. But Zane? He was my bestfriend. The thought of never spending alone time with him , made my heart hurt. Because most of the time, ninety five percent of the time spent with him, was never sexual. We just hung out, and talked, or did things together like watch movies, or swim in the pool, or play video games, or other things. I think of my crush flowers on my "old" bedroom floor, and try not to cry again , because it was clear, that if I wanted Victor, he was going to make me sacrifice my friendship with Zane.