“No. I didn’t see it.” A shiver ran down her spine at the very thought. Why hadn’t Maris mentioned that?
“It’s dreadful, Mistress. I’ve never seen anyone do something so horrible,” Gera whispered as if she was terrified of being overheard. “So my advice to you is to make his lordship happy and to not upset him in any way. There’s no telling what he might do to you.” Her eyes troubled, she leaned forward and patted Zarya on the side of her arms. “Now if you’re ready, Mistress, I’ll have you carried back into the boudoir.”
Zarya cringed at the thought of another stranger touching her. She was really over it. Especially given the way Gera had forced her to dress. “May I please walk? I really don’t want anyone I’m not well acquainted with to see me in this…” She searched for a word that wouldn’t offend the older woman. “Outfit.”
Glancing around nervously as if she expected someone to be watching them, Gera hesitated. “I don’t know, Mistress. I could get into a lot of trouble for not following his lordship’s exact orders, and he was insistent that you rest and not hurt your ankle again. The last thing I want to do is be added to the mass grave outside.”
Zarya was definitely going to have to find out more about that. Like Gera, she didn’t want to be its next acquisition.
“I promise Lord Darling won’t be angry at you if he catches me. He knows exactly how stubborn I am, and I’ll be glad to tell him it was me who did it.”
The friendly light returned to Gera’s eyes. However, there was still a bit of doubt behind it. “Very well, but at least let me help you.”
Zarya stood up slowly and leaned against Gera as she limped her way back to the bedroom. She did her best not to see herself in the mirrors. While she had no problem with her makeup, the rest of her was…
Scary.
Gera had dressed her in a white lace gown that revealed more of her body than it covered, especially since her nipples had been darkened by the flavored rouge. The gown was tied together with only one ribbon between her breasts and while standing, it was closed, but whenever she sat, it would open to reveal her entire lower body that was as naked as the day she’d come into the world.
Yeah… a man had definitely designed this for easy access.
Gera led her to an ornate white and blue striped sofa near the bed that was wide enough to allow for things other than sitting. In fact the entire room was nothing more than a glorified sex dungeon.
I really hope this place has been sanitized. The thought of Darling’s uncle in here with other women he’d probably tortured turned her stomach.
But there was nothing she could do about it at present. While Gera might be older, Zarya had a distinct impression that Gera could take her in a fight. And if not, the older woman would definitely call for backup.
Either way, she didn’t want to chance it.
Zarya sat down slowly, then propped her foot on top of a pillow that Gera brought over to her. Gera adjusted the gown to give her some degree of modesty.
“Thank you, Gera. I’m sorry that I was so irritable earlier.”
The apology seemed to perplex her. “You’re welcome, Mistress. Is there anything else I can get for you?”
My freedom would be nice. But only Darling could do that.
Zarya looked around the room that really didn’t have anything other than sex toys and other items she didn’t want to think about. For that matter, there was a wall display of things she couldn’t identify. And here I thought I knew about sex. Apparently, there was a whole subculture she’d never even heard of.
“Is there any kind of entertainment here?”
Gera gestured to the entertainment armoire. “There are a number of sex programs designed to stimulate you.”
Of course, there was. “Not exactly what I was thinking. Anything else I can do?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
Great.
She just might die of boredom.
Gera brought over a light blanket and tucked it around her. One advantage to being virtually naked, Gera must have deduced she was cold in here. Not like she could hide that fact given her state of undress.
“Don’t fear, Mistress. You’ll have a full schedule starting tomorrow.”
Of new sex positions and other things Zarya really didn’t want to be schooled in by strangers.
“Looking forward to it.” She was proud of herself for keeping the sarcasm out of her voice.
Gera handed her a small white remote. “The button on the right is to summon me and the one on the left is for the kitchen staff should you become hungry. If you need anything at all, just call me.”
“Thank you.”
Gera curtsied, then left.
The remote in Zarya’s hand started buzzing so suddenly, that she jumped and dropped it. It took her a couple of seconds to fish it out from under the sofa and answer it.
“Hello?”
“Z? Is that really you?”
The sound of that unexpected voice brought tears to her eyes. “Sorchie?”