Lockwood Mansion

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Chapter 35

Rhaya

Walking back to my room, I pull my black robe around me tighter. I felt exhausted. Squirting orgasms literally take everything out of me.

I shut my door and then notice a red gift bag on my bed. I read the tag,

It says: Thinking of you. -Gareth

My stomach swarmed with butterflies, but as quickly as a smile appeared on my face, it vanished.

This morning I masturbated thinking of Ian, but during our training, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was partly thinking of Gareth.

My head is spinning. I’m so confused. I better figure this shit out by the time I leave this mansion.

I shake the negative thoughts from my mind and open Gareth’s gift. I push aside the white tissue paper and pull out a black dress. This time it’s long one with a slit up the leg. “It’s beautiful.” I say out loud.

Under the dress was a black box. I was surprised by the objects in the box…

There was a purple dildo vibrator, it was big. A little bit smaller than Gareth’s cock but still big.

There was another sex toy. It was black and oddly shaped, but then I figured it out. At one end it was thick and round obviously that part was supposed to go inside my pussy. And the other part curved around. So while the thick part goes inside the smaller part rests against the clit.

I noticed there was a folded up letter, which read:

Dear Rhaya,

I want to start off by saying, I miss you so much, I feel like I’m going crazy. I miss waking up to your beautiful face.

I hope all is well at the mansion.

Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been horny as hell, but you already know what I do when I’m thinking of you.

So I thought it would only be fair to get you a gift to use when you’re thinking of me.

As for the dress- I hope you wear it when I come to pick you up in two days. Same goes for the black toy. Slip it inside your tight pussy before we leave.

The event I’m taking you to isn’t going to be full of excitement. So I thought this definitely would help.

I can’t wait to see you.

-Gareth


Naughty boy. I couldn’t help but smile.

Though my pussy was exhausted, Gareth’s little note turned me on a little.

I wondered what kind of event he was going to be taking me to. By the sounds of it, he’s going to make it exciting.



After waking up from a much needed nap, I grabbed my short white, silk robe to cover my sports bra and thong. Then I pulled my hair into a ponytail, not caring that it was full of tangles from sleeping with wet hair.

My stomach was growling, I needed to eat.

I walked to the massive kitchen, “Ms. Kingsley.” Said the old Butler.

“Walter, I’ve told you, you can call me Rhaya.” I kindly smiled.

Walter nodded, “What can I get you?” He was always dressed in a suit and tie. I always felt like it was too much for a sex mansion, but what do I know?

After ordering I sat down at the massively long table. Usually, dinners are served around 6 pm. But it was clearly a lot later than that. Good thing the cooks were willing to cook 24 hours a day.

Sitting there, I trace my fingernails in the grain of the wood, when the chair next to me is pulled out and Damien sits down.

I could never forget the way he fucked Nicole in that gangbang. I was dreading Tri-DP week because he was just too rough.

I looked into his bright blue eyes, “Missed dinner too?” I asked.

His eyes looked over my body. My robe was immensely short sitting down, barely covering my panties. He definitely noticed.

“Yeah. Ian and I went to the bar.” He combs through his blonde hair with his fingers.

“Sounds exciting.” I say as Walter places my chocolate chip pancakes and orange juice in front of me. I nod in thanks.

“So I hear you watched the gangbang night with Nicole.” I could smell a hint of alcohol on Damien.

I look back over at him and he’s grinning, “Yes I did.” I say then take a bite of my soft pancake.

“Is that the kind of thing you’re in to?” His bright blue eyes glistened with excitement.

I took a drink of my orange juice, “The brutal fucking on your part, or the part of having five guys fuck and cream pie her.”

Damien was taken back, I assumed he thought I’d be shy about it. Then his smile grew bigger, “Both.” He was wearing a blue button down shirt and gray jeans.

“I thought the gangbang was pretty hot, but I don’t know if it’s for me. The brutal fucking on the other hand,” I pushed my pancakes around with my fork, “was too rough. I like a nice pounding but if I’m being honest, I don’t see there being much pleasure to fucking that hard.”

Damien looked intrigued by my comment, “You’re probably right.” He places his warm hand on my thigh. “It’s more for my pleasure than the woman’s. I guess I’m selfish. I love to pound a pussy.” He begins to rub my leg. ”Being in complete control and dominating a woman gets me off.”

I take a big gulp of my orange juice. The thought of being powerless while a dominant male fucks me, starts to turn me on. But Damien was just way too rough.

“I think if you toned it down a couple notches, the thought of you fucking me might sound more appealing.” I was even taken back by the words that came out of my mouth. I moved my leg out from under his hand.

“Fuck,” he paused, “Touché.” He grins, “Ian’s right about you. You’re very unpredictable.”

I was kind of surprised Ian mentioned me to Damien, “He talks to you about me?” I push my plate away, now curious.

“Not usually. But he got fucking plastered tonight and wouldn’t shut the fuck up. He’s got it bad for you.” Damien’s face was now sincere.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he vented to me all night about how you’re going to break his heart, and that it will fucking devastate him because he’s in love with you.”

Right then, my heart felt heavy.

“And if Ian is saying all this, it must be some intense love shit. He loved Lacey, but this is a whole different level. He said it’s not just about the sex, but that he feels connected to you on a deep emotional level.”

Mentally my jaw hit the floor. I knew Ian was falling for me, but I didn’t know he loved me.

“Shit, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this but the guys basically my brother, and I don’t want to see him hurt again.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Just let the guy down easy.” Damien stood up. I stared at my half eaten pancakes and suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore.

I needed to talk to Ian.

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