CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Caution: Sexual indulgence and Degrading behaviour. Enjoy:) đ
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Selene makes the final adjustments in front of the mirror when Catley comes in to inform her.
"Madam. Mister Rothschild has arrived."
"Yes. Thank you.." Catley prepares to leave but Selene calls her back. "Umm.. wait!"
Selene stands and asks with uncertainty,
"Do I look good?"
She showcases her modest setup - a long silk blouse that tightly hugs her massive ass and breasts, smooth black hair reaching down to her waist, thin chain necklace and crystal high heels.
Catley chuckled a bit at the fact that she was even asking for her opinion over what she was wearing, she approached her mistress and combed her hair with her fingers.
"You look stunning. No one can resist."
Selene, moved by her supportive words pulls Catley closer, tightly grips her butt and pulls her into a passion filled kiss. They both held hands as they descended into the garden where Ives stood in waiting.
"Good evening, Mister Rothschild." Selene greeted with warmth. Ives took her hand and kissed it.
"And to you too, Miss Arman." He took out a velvet black box and handed it to her.
Selene removed the yellow ribbon holding the edge, inside was a golden necklace with two charms on it. One of a cute cat and the other were the words.
"HANG IN THERE."
Selene and Catley chuckled to each other while Ives stood there in silence watching them enjoy his present.
"Sorry. Thank you, your gift was wonderful, Dear." Selene tried to soothe him worried their laughter might be interpreted negatively but she was surprised Ives remained calm, watching with a dull relaxed gaze.
"I'm glad you liked it." Ives returned with contentment.
Selene led Ives deeper into the garden where a new white marble pavilion had been built. Under the roof were two seats and a table, Ives had his seat while the servants delivered their dinner.
His phone suddenly chimed, it was a message from Selene who was right in front of him.
"Can we be alone?"
Ives tried not to break the atmosphere, he said to his bodyguards.
"March, Kaleb, Eva. I would like a private dinner, please refresh yourselves in the house until I and Miss Arman are finished."
"Yes sir." The three said then left him. Catley too had her egress so did the rest of the servants.
The dinner laid out before them was a small feast.
'Salad, chicken, wine and Yoghurt' Ives counted the cuisine silently.
"I didn't know what you would like so I just made some sure hits. Please don't judge me if it isn't good." Selene explained herself.
Ives took a fork and had several bites, each was flavourful and well made, possibly even better than Isolde's.
"Brilliant. Well done." Ives remarked.
Selene laughed with relief, they both ate in silence till they had their fill. After the meal, Selene invited Ives for a walk.
"Ives, you have no idea how much you've done for me." Selene began.
"You mean my presence or the food?" Ives stirred the conversation.
"Both. I couldn't have imagined what that monster would have done to my children if he got their hands on them."
"Children?"
"Yes. Rhea and Silva."
"Then I am grateful too."
"You know you're roughly the same age as they are."
"Really?"
Selene beamed, "Yeah."
"Are you trying to match me with them? I can't imagine them knowing their mother brought me out on a date just so she could pair us together."
"Well you don't have to worry, I specially reserved you for myself."
"Ummm⊠interesting." Ives added.
Her words had created an invisible tang in the air and Selene struggled on what to say next and not come off as awkward.
"Are you seeing someone?" She asked.
"No." Ives answered.
"What about the blonde haired girl you move around with?"
Ives suddenly stopped in his movement, Selene turned to look at him. He just stood there, looking at her with a dull inquisitive gaze, Selene felt an invisible pressure from this action.
"Is there anything in particular you would like to know, Miss Arman?" Ives made his thoughts clear, Selene had breached his privacy.
Selene said with caution, "Sorry, I overstepped my boundaries. I wanted to know more about you so I dug up what I could find."
This explanation added more wood to the fire. Ives genuinely enjoyed her presence but didn't want to do so if his past was going to be the center point of how she views him.
Seeing his grim expression, Selene acted honestly for the first time. She bridged the distance between both of them and drew Ives into a hug.
Ives became enwrapped in her warmth, he could feel her pouring out all her affection on him through this gesture.
"Forgive me, Dear. You have had a hard life and I reminded you of it."
Ives tapped her shoulder and she let go but they were more closer emotionally now than before.
The walk led them to the familiar area where their lives changed forever, the clearing in the outside the garden maze where Selene was saved by Ives from Marcus.
"Ives Dear?" Selene began again.
"Yes." Ives responded to her call.
"Don't judge me, okay. But I miss Marcus."
Selene stepped forward to the spot where she witnessed Marcus' deceased body.
"I was always an asset to everyone around me. Convenient, simple and easy to please. Do you know that my husband bought me?" She said with a despairing laugh. "I don't even remember who my family were, I only knew how I should act when I was called for. My daughters became my world, the only thing I could be proud of. I nearly put them in danger."
Selene sighed with deep emotion, Ives came forward and held her hand.
"Well, I guess we're both the same."
This time Selene didn't smile or try to awkwardly resolve the situation, she just looked into his eyes.
"Mister Rothschild. I would like to hire you?"
"What for?"
"I want you, my saviour, to be by my side whenever I need you the most. Can you do that?"
"Sure."
"In exchange, anything support you need from my family in the coming future will be yours to rightfully claim."
"Very well. I accept your terms. Is there anything I can help you with right now?" Ives inquired.
"Assist me in fulfilling a particular fantasy of mine. I do have to warn you, it might be quite a lot especially for a young man such as yourself." Selene said to him, she came forward and combed his hair with her fingers wordlessly conveying that she meant it quite intimately.
Ives didn't have time to react when Selene bent forward and began kissing his neck, she nibbled against his skin savoring him like a delightful drug.
She grinded against his body, rubbing her chest against his as if she was striking a match. The result came a string of saliva drawn out and she pulled away, her nipples had engorged so much its outline was visible through her blouse.
"Don't worry, we're alone." Selene encouraged Ives to surrender to desire.
Ives traced his hand across her curvaceous from her waist down across her massive warm ass several times the size of his head.
Selene moaned in anticipation, Ives massaged the enormous butt, kneading the soft flesh with his hands, Selene returned to kissing his neck with more zeal than before.
'She's like a beast.' Ives complemented her hunger for him.
Selene's hand travelled down his stomach to Ives' crotch area which she rubbed with intensity till it stood firm through the fabric of his clothes.
"Let's try a new path, Mister Rothschild. This one seems quite restrained." Selene's wordplay hinted that she desired more than just role play.
Ives' hands travelled underneath her blouse through the gap at the side and held her lacy underwear. He slid underneath it and entered her pussy.
He stirred her wet pussy with his fingers, feeling the walls contract around his fingers, he pushed against the repelling flow of her inner walls till he reached her weak spot.
Selene moaned shamelessly and held on tightly as he made short work of her.
Soon he slid out and went above to her clit which he handled with expertise, rubbing and whirring till Selene was reduced to a breathing mass of lustful passion.
Her climax flowed out in a shameful stream of clear fluids which wet the grass and thankfully nothing else.
"Is there anyone you're leaving out?" Selene drew him in deeper with her words.
Ives followed the curve of her waist back to the supple mounds of her butt.
"Ummm.. my favourite." Selene whispered. Ives felt a hard resistance at the entrance.
"You may have the honour of seeing what it is." Selene led him deeper.
Ives rubbed around the mass, loosening it up before pulling it out by the knob. The wet folds slid around the metal point leaving behind a sticky web which clung stubbornly to the knob.
The diamond studded plug was hot, moist and had an odd scent that clung to it.
"I like wearing accessories in interesting places." Selene made another. The gaping anus opened and contacted as if trying to fully grasp the absence of the butt plug but it didn't need to.
Ives slid his fingers into the wet hole, reaching as deep as he could. He slid in and out using every dive to familiarize himself with this obscene part of her body.
Selene held on, looking over her back to watch this activity. Soon Ives stumbled upon the golden grail, the weak spot which Marcus too had discovered, the part of this cavern whose sensitivity was extreme enough to push her over the edge in as little time as possible.
Ives rubbed against that area making Selene so stimulated she had to hold her mouth close to stop the scream that was about to erupt.
"Don't you have something to say?" Ives mocked her current lack of fancy quips to describe why she had a G-Spot in her anus.
"Please pay adequate attention to it." Selene managed to blurt out with some effort. Feeling nearing her limit, Ives withdrew.
"I need my own share." He complained.
"Of course, how could I have been so selfish?" Selene went down and opened his fly, what emerged was the throbbing length of his penis with a precum smear on its tip.
Selene parted her moist lips and wrapped her mouth around the manhood. She pleasured his penis with incredible expertise, Ives held the back of her head just to maintain balance against the force of her dives and retreats.
"You seem quite versed in this. Is there something your late husband should have known?" Ives teased her and Selene responded.
"I am a woman of many talents."
She continued her blowjob, squatting in front of Ives while her hand secretly pleasured her pussy.
"Please be wary, I'm at my limit." Ives warned her of his impending climax.
"You may have your release. I never start anything I can't finish." Selene encouraged him, the bath of sticky white cum flooded her mouth and she gobbled it up with ease, she too reached her limit. Another drizzle escaped her pussy, refreshing the land beneath with the warm nectar of her body.
Selene rose sharply and drew Ives into a kiss, she pressed her weight against his guiding his body to meet the ground. They both feel into an intimate grind, squirming against each other's bodies till it felt like they were fusing together.
Selene sat up, sitting directly atop Ives waist, she removed her blouse completely revealing her naked breasts which now had a wet glim at the edge of their nipples.
Selene for a bit to removed her underwear then turned to face the opposite direction.
"Mister Rothschild. You wouldn't mind if we both stir together. Would you?" Selene asked him.
"No worries." Ives responded.
Selene helped Ives out of his trousers and placed her ass against his face, his tongue slid to meet her pussy while she bent over to meet his cock.
Ives' tongue went in between the brown folds, eating at whatever was trapped in there, Selene sucked and probbed his urethra with her tongue.
Their disgraceful dance went on till they both reached their limit. Ives came first allowing gushs of cum to once paint Selene's mouth in white. Selene arrived a minute after Ives, she rose up and pressed the full weight of her ass against his mouth.
"Excuse me." She said politely before unleashing a pulsing stream of her juices into his mouth.
After release, she turned to face Ives.
"I gave you my best batch. I hope it satisfied you." Selene teased him in revenge for his earlier jabs, Ives swallowed the slimy fluid and retorted.
"I feel it was quite lacking in many areas."
Selene feeling annoyed by his unmovable calm decided to instead use her body to smother him into submission.
Selene saddled his waist once more and slid her pussy onto his cock, she spread her arms and assumed an erotic position.
"Let's go for a ride."
Ives experienced the full weight of her lust, she rode his cock with beautiful skill.
Soon Ives found himself struggling to contain his moans, Selene was elated to see this and went an inch further. She reached down, took his nipples in her hands and rubbed them.
"I hear that men are just as weak here as women are but that isn't a problem for you, right Mister Rothschild?"
After another two minutes, Selene stopped rubbing and leaned forward and began sucking his nipples with her mouth, making sure to trace around them with her tongue.
Within another minute, Ives had his orgasm, Selene reached down and his forehead.
"Thank you, sweetheart but I think I'll stick with my current recipe."
Ives slid his hands into hers and they both held hands as she still ontop of him, Selene's eyes narrowed in satisfaction.
"My Little Saviour." She teased him lovingly.
She held him up and lying on her chest, exposing her massive butt to him.
"Bon appetit."
Ives laid on her back and entered her wet anal hole with his penis. He thrust with all his strength and in response to this, Selene stood on all fours to accommodate his strength.
Ives wrapped his arms around her waist and made love to her, the walls of her anus wriggled like a converyor belt, Ives fought the tight to repelling force to access her anal G-Spot. When he did, Selene jolted again and moaned far more fiercely than she ever did. Ives' penis brushed against that tiny spot with heated intensity. Selene quaked and shook her ass like a mare in heat as she used the boy to satisfy her perverse desires.
"Let's make a mess of ourselves." She declared as they both came. Ives flooded her rectum with his sticky cum while she squirted a storm from her pussy.
"Mister Rothschild. You truly a delightful treat. I would like it if you remain in my home for the night." Selene said.
"Sure." Ives said. They re-entered the house after wearing their clothes.
Ives informed Isolde of the delay.
"Don't wait up, Okay." Ives told Isolde over the phone.
"See you tomorrow." Isolde said before turning to face an empty house.
Ives received a text from Selene calling him into her room, he entered and followed the trail of roses to the bath.
"Come, let's bathe."
Ives stepped into the tub while Selene sat at the edge above his head, gently washing his body. Her strokes massaged his skin allowing him to release any stress trapped into his tired body.
"Mister Rothschild?" Selene began a small conversation.
"Miss Arman." Ives answered.
"Did you enjoy our time together?"
"Yes. I would be interested in future involvements if possible."
"I am glad you feel that way."
"Such accidents are naturalâŠ"
Ives' voice had become drowsy and Selene acted.
"I think you are sufficiently clean."
She pulled a tired Ives from the bath, gave me a spare robe left by Catley and cuddled him to sleep in her arms.
Selene watched over him with an enchanted gaze, within her mind a memory played out.
In this event, she is watching as Marcus engages in a standoff against the cops, she watches paralyzed as Marcus puts them down ruthlessly. In this twisted reality, most of Valkyren had fallen in Marcus' grasp and she was still in the center of it.
Selene tries to run away for the umpteenth time but Marcus grabs her already broken arm and completely shatters it as he levitates into the air.
"I have had enough of your disobedience."
Marcus drops her from the roof of the building and she splatters on the ground.
In her final moments of life, she sees her daughter, Rhea running towards with agonizing tears. Marcus intercepts her and smiles with a wicked grin.
Suddenly, the world shifts and she watches Marcus' head impaled by a garden shear and the one responsible comes into her sight.
"My saviour." Selene says with deep affection.
The Bedroom door opens and a young woman walks in.
Selene says with warm familiarity, "Rhea. Welcome home, Dear."
For some reason, Rhea's face contorts from an inquisitive look of anger at her mother's action to one of deep emotion, memories of another world where she watched her mother lose her life suddenly flooded her mind.
She says tearfully,
"Mother, you're alive".