Chapter Nine - Melina

Thursday and Friday went by quickly with Brent helping me experiment with nipple clamps. I quite liked the sensation of them, especially when the chain between them is tugged.

I had stopped by Zuri's office as we had gone through the contract I would have with Cole.

He'd been there.

Staring at me like I was the last piece of Black Forest cake.

I'd had a few questions regarding my accommodation and the frequency of planned scenes. Punishments came as they were necessary.

I would have my room beside his, with a door between us. An ensuite bathroom where aftercare would be given after a scene.

Planned scenes ranged from two to four times a month, depending on if there was a holiday or birthday in said month and Cole's mood to throw in the extra one.

The terms were agreeable.

He would care for me, provide me with sufficient food and drink, medical care should I need it, dental.

Clothes in my size would be ordered and delivered to his home and Gillie had been instructed, by Cole, to make a few specific garments and accessories.

They would also be delivered to his home.

I would move in on Monday.

My expenses at the B&B had been covered by Tristan the previous night.

I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn't unpacked much of my suitcases in my two weeks at the inn.

I packed everything I had into the suitcases and looked at the dildo I had used the night before. There was a thin rim of dried blood at the three-quarter mark and I went to the bathroom to wash it off before putting it in my suitcase.

The weekend went by fast as I waited for Monday to roll around.

Monday morning I woke up early to start moving my belongings downstairs. Mr and Mrs Anderson came out of their apartment when they heard me clunking on the staircase and Mr Anderson helped me bring them to the door.

Outside a black car stood waiting for me and the driver stood beside the back door.

"Miss Lawson. I'm Darrel, Mr Finnegan's driver." I smiled at him and stuck out my hand in greeting.

"Hello, Darrel. Please call me Melina." He nodded in acknowledgement of my request and opened the door for me. I slipped into the sleek leather interior as he closed the door firmly behind me before opening the trunk and placing my suitcases inside.

"Is that all, Miss- Melina?" He caught himself and smiled slightly.

"Yes, thank you, Darrel. I have very few possessions." He nodded and closed the trunk with a firm clunk.

So Cole's last name is Finnegan.

"Wait, Mr Finnegan, as in Seamus Finnigan from Harry Potter?" I asked with a snicker as Darrel got in behind the wheel.

He smirked but didn't let out so much as a peep of laughter and I scowled.

"Ask him that question, see where it gets you." He said in response to my scowl and my eyes widened.

"Yes, Melina. I am aware of my employer's lifestyle. I pass no judgement as long as it's consensual." I grinned at him for using my philosophy.

I don't care what your kink is, as long as it's consensual.

"How long have you been working for Ma-, Co-, him?" I decided midway through my sentence to not use any form of his name because I didn't know what Darrel would tell him.

My struggle at least got a snicker from him before his face turned serious again.

"I've been with the Finnegans for about thirty years now. I saw Cole grow up. Don't tell him I called him that!" I laughed at his words.

I realised then I didn't know how old he was.

"He was two years old when I was hired by his father to start taking him to kindergarten. They weren't as rich as he is now, but they had the euros to throw around on unnecessary staff."

That would make him thirty-two to my twenty-seven.

The rest of the drive was spent in a comfortable silence as he drove us out of Dublin and into the country. We travelled out into Wicklow and the green scenery took my breath away. We passed through the national park and turned off the road a few kilometres from the exit.

I watched the scenery go by.

"Mr Finnegan won't be home when we arrive," Darrel said breaking the silence.

"Where is he?" I hadn't realized that I was nervous about moving in with someone I hardly knew.

"He's in Westmeath today and should return by tomorrow morning." I nodded and stared out the window.

A tall Spanish style wall rose from the ground ahead of us, surrounding a large three-story Spanish Revival home.

My mouth dropped open as we neared a double iron gate that swung open with barely a whisper.

"Are you kidding me?" I whispered under my breath as we drove through the gate. Like most of Ireland's country homes, the grass was a brilliant emerald green, the wildflowers vivid in colour popping out from the grass.

The terra cotta drive was in major contrast to the rest of the front yard.

The manse loomed in front of the car as we neared the fucking fountain in the middle of the circular drive leading to a set of seven stairs.

Darrel stopped the car with my door facing the stairs. My eyes raked up the stairs and saw large double doors leading into the house.

I felt like I was in a movie as Darrel opened the door and held out a hand to help me out.

A string of people came walking out of the door and down the stairs and came to a stop beside the car facing me.

"Melina, this is the staff that will be attending the house during the day. First, we have Abigail, the cook. She will provide you and the Master with breakfast, lunch and dinner." He gestures to a tall woman in her mid-thirties, her dark hair pulled into a bun. Her face, however, had the expression of utter welcome.

"How do you do, Miss?" She curtsied. Actually curtsied!

"Hello. Please call me Melina." She nodded and added that if there was any time that I wanted to cook, I just had to say.

Thanking her for her kindness, Darrel moved me to the next person.

Finally, he passed me off to Aaron, the butler, who picked up my suitcases as though they weighed nothing and showed me to my bedroom on the second floor.

After Aaron left me to my own devices in my bedroom for the year, a large room with an ensuite bathroom, and informed me I had full freedom of the home, yard and rooms, I looked around.

Both rooms were decorated in warm whites creating the illusion of comfort. The bed was covered in Egyptian cotton sheets, each at least a thousand thread count with memory foam pillows and mattress. I started around the room and saw glass double doors leading out of the room. A spark of excitement went off in my stomach and giddiness filled me. I had always wanted a balcony.

Whenever I stayed at a hotel that had a balcony I'd always felt so fancy, looking down at everyone.

I pushed open the doors and my feet hit the soaked concrete. Of course, it was raining.

Fucking sunshine when you enter a room and upon leaving it you will always find a different season of weather pattern.

The normal weather forecast in Ireland: All four fecking seasons in one day!

I shrugged my shoulders and moved out onto the balcony. The rain pelted my shoulders, the icy kisses soaking into my shirt as I looked across the green yard.

A black structure caught my eye in the corner of the balcony. The structure was covered by the expanding roof. I walked closer and when I finally realized what it was, I squealed in absolute delight.

A freaking hot tub!

Screw the tour I had planned to take, I was going to switch that thing on. Like now.

I found the switch and the hot tub bubbled to life. The water looked like bubbling tar with the black fibreglass tub. I squealed as I felt the water heat and jumped around to change into my swimsuit.

The black and white top barely fit me any more so I switched it with a white cropped camisole that covered my breasts nicely. The black bottom hugged my ass as I searched for a towel.

Finding one in the bathroom cabinet, I pulled the fluffy white towel from it and walked to the hot tub.

The water had heated up enough that I could get in and not freeze my tits off in the pouring rain. I lay back against the side and fiddled with the knobs, adjusting the jet pressure and positions.

One jet between my legs, that I hadn't noticed until changing its position, was strong against my clitoris. I frowned at the sensation, trying to remember if anyone had said anything about climaxing, or was I a free woman until tomorrow?

I moaned softly as the jet continued spraying against my clit and spread my legs slightly. The soft fleshy mounds of my breasts were floating on the bubbling water, my nipples puckered tight against the fabric of the camisole.

As my breathing quicked from the clitoral stimulation, my breasts rose into the cold air and bobbed under the heated water, the varying temperatures started a fire inside.

I gasped as my clit started swelling from the pressure and I slid my right hand under the water and into my bikini bottoms.

My folds were slick and not because of the water. I secured my neck on the edge of the hot tub and my feet on the corners pushing my hips down, angling the jet directly on my clit.

I groaned at the sensation and moved my hand lower. Frustration rose as I couldn't find a position to insert my fingers into my aching folds while keeping the pressure of the jet where it was.

A lightbulb flickered to life in my brain and I stripped my bottoms off. I let them float to the surface as I rearranged myself as I was. My right hand could now slide along the inside of my thigh and slip two of my fingers into my soaking heat while the jet massages my clit.

I moaned as I pumped my fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy and moved my hips against the jet stream.

My left hand clamped down on my breast and pinched my nipple painfully through the see-through material of the camisole.

I cried out as a wave of pleasure hit me, building toward my orgasm. I twisted and rolled my nipple as my hips began rolling harder against my pumping hand.

A whine escaped through my nose as I drew nearer and teetered on the edge. A scene from earlier in the week popped into my head as I curled my fingers inside of me.

Brent had taken nipple clamps to my breasts and had nipped the clamps along with them before teasing my nipples into sensitive peaks.

The rubber tips of the clamps bit my breasts before they clamped down on my taught nipples.

I cried out as my fingers mimicked the stinging bite and I felt my pussy widen for a moment.

I had bit back a moan as the sensation went straight to my clit, pumping more blood into the already swollen nub pushing forward between my lips.

Brant had laughed sadistically before tightening them and I watched as my champagne nipples turned blood red. He flicked the tip with his finger and I hissed in a breath.

My orgasm ripped through me unexpectedly, my walls slamming closed around my fingers, sucking them further into my depths. The pressure pushed my middle finger underneath my index finger and I felt liquid roll down my knuckles before dissolving into the water.

I was breathing hard and sweating in the steaming tub and I just let my limbs relax.

My body floated to the surface of the tub and I felt something soft bump against my side. I lifted the object and giggled upon seeing that it was my bottoms.

After leaving the tub and shutting it down I went inside and took a warm shower, washing the faint smell of chlorine from my skin and hair.

I walked over to the bed and saw a note on the nightstand.

Melina,

I welcome you to my home.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to spend your first night with you, breaking you in, I have business to attend to in Westmeath.

However, and consider this a warning, you may masturbate as much as you like for the remainder of the day, but keep in mind when the clock strikes twelve your orgasms belong to me.

You will find the staff work from six a.m to seven p.m before leaving.

You have free roam of the house.

Acquaint yourself with the room on the third floor.

Master Cole.

Well, I couldn't expect a 'Love' or 'Sincerely', now could I?

Hey, at least I hadn't done anything against his wishes in the tub.

I got dressed and made my way out of the room and down the stairs where I stopped. I looked to my left and then to my right unsure of where to go.

"Melina, can I assist you?" Aaron asked coming out of thin air causing me to jump.

"Food?" I asked lamely, my hand pressed over my steadying heart. He laughed and led me to the kitchen. My mouth dropped open the moment we set foot inside.