Double Dealing(72)

"Vladimir is very generous, but your unspoken question is off on both points," she said with a small chuckle. "This property is near neither of those two cities. It’s a vacation house, given to me for the duration of your training."

"And Boris over there with the rifle?”

She glanced over her shoulder and laughed. "His name is Sacha, and he’s just security. You behave, and you won’t have to see what he can do."

We walked toward the main house slowly, my legs unsteady beneath me. Svetlana noticed. "Don’t worry, the weakness will pass."

I didn't fight it as relief washed over me, and we climbed the shallow hill to the big house. Inside it was warm, the heat settling into my suddenly chilled bones, causing me to shiver. "That’s why I decided to bring you inside," she said as I hugged my arms to my chest and shook. "Your body may have adapted some to that container, but you couldn’t have survived what is expected to hit tonight."

"How cold?" I asked, my lips quivering as she led me toward a roaring fire. I noticed a few other people out of the corner of my vision, but I had a hard time focusing on anything other than the electric feeling of Svetlana's hands on my shoulders and the warmth coming from the old-fashioned fireplace. Flanked in large stones, it looked like something from a castle.

"Minus ten," she said. I noticed for the first time she was speaking to me in English rather than Russian or French. "The container wouldn’t have stopped that much cold."

"Thank you," I said without thinking as she sat me down on a chair next to the fire. "It’s a nice chair."

She smiled at me. "You’re very lucky, Felix."

"How so?"

She chuckled. "If you’d been just some other Gypsy, you wouldn’t have been treated so well, nor given this opportunity. Thankfully, Uncle Vladimir recognizes your skills, and I happen to think American men, even half-blood French Gypsy Americans like yourself, are quite cute. If you hadn't been, you would never have left Calais. Now, warm yourself, and then we will see about getting you a shower."



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As the days passed, I felt myself in a constant haze, confused. Other than that first morning, I knew I was constantly being drugged, most likely through the food that was brought to me. At least I was able to keep track of the days. My nights were filled with a strange mix of dreams and words being whispered into my unconscious self, yet every time I woke up, the room was silent.

Svetlana spent lots of time with me, her presence increasingly catching my attention. I didn't know what else was being done to me, but as she spoke, her words seemed to soak into my mind, my previous life becoming more and more hazy. There was something about her, the way she spoke and the way her clothes both teased and hid her voluptuous curves that left me wanting her.

More importantly to me, was that I wanted to please her. Not necessarily sexually, but to do anything she wanted of me. Three days after she brought me into the house, after lunch, she set her spoon aside and looked at me with her head cocked and her eyes evaluating me. "You know Felix, you can’t lie around the house all day. Come, let's change clothes and use the fitness center. I won’t have you getting lazy.”

I don't know why, but I pushed myself that workout. Svetlana joined me. She went through a yoga routine that left my heart thudding even harder than my workout, and despite my trying to fight it, my cock grew stiff in the shorts I'd been provided with. She noticed and smirked, looking up at me and licking her lips suggestively. "You need to do your workout, my pet."

"Yes Mistress," I answered, a surge of pleasure going through me as I said the words. I don't know why I said them, but as soon as they left my lips I knew they were the right ones to say, and I wanted to say them again. I started my workout and lifted hard, going from the barbell to the gymnastic rings and overhead bar, pushing myself as I saw her eyes glowing with approval as I lowered myself into an Iron Cross.

At the end, both of our bodies were coated in sweat, her skin glistening as she came over to me. Her tight top showed the deep valley between her beautiful breasts, and I couldn't help but reach for her. "No, my pet," she purred. "Hands at your side."

"Yes Mistress," I immediately said, obeying. It was so good to obey her, the pleasure was almost as good as sex. The idea of sex with her, though, that was something greater than I could ever hope to have the chance to feel. She saw it in my eyes, and she smiled and stood on her tiptoes, kissing me briefly on the cheek. "Thank you."

She patted my chest and pointed toward the door with her chin. "Now, go take a shower and you can join me for dinner."