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We went to dinner at a beautiful restaurant with an outdoor veranda. By now, I had memorized what each and every utensil next to my plate was for, and I thoroughly impressed Victor as we made our way through each course of the dinner. Even when I did make a small mistake—forgetting to use my knife or reaching across the table for something instead of asking politely for it—Victor would only give me a gentle reminder.

“You’re really coming along well, Dove.”

So are you, Victor.

As we finished our dinner—
Coq au Vin
, with a glass of red wine—a string quartet began playing. I watched curiously as couples occasionally got up from their seats and started dancing. I envied the way the couples seemed to know each other’s movements without saying a word, their feet gliding across the dance floor effortlessly. The way they looked so lovingly into each other’s eyes as they performed these beautiful moves was enough to make me sigh longingly.

“Would you like to dance as well?”

I did not realize he had been watching me admire the dancers. “No, no, no. I can’t dance,” I began, but decided to change my wording into something more suitable for him. “I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you because of my clumsiness.”

He didn’t say anything more, and I figured he must be pleased with what I said. The next time the waiter came by our table, the two of them spoke quietly in French. The waiter left and returned a moment later with what appeared to be an answer to Victor’s question. I watched him slip a folded bill into the waiter’s hands. “
Merci beaucoup
.” I waited for him to share with me what he had said to the waiter, but he acted like none of that just happened.

A few minutes later, I began noticing people being herded out of the restaurant by the wait staff. I looked questioningly at Victor, but he continued to sip his wine as though nothing was wrong.

“What’s going on?” I asked him.

“Relax.”

Within minutes the entire restaurant was empty except for the wait staff, the string quartet, and us. Victor got up from the table and took my hand, drawing me up from my seat. He led me to the middle of the open floor. The band began playing a slow song as his left hand reached for my right and the other hand rested on my upper back. “Put your hand on my shoulder and then mirror my steps.” He stepped forward and I stumbled back, practically tripping over my feet. I burst out in laughter, and I even had Victor chuckling.

“I’m no good at this,” I mumbled.

“That’s all right,” he said. “I’m not expecting you to know this. We’ll go slowly at first.
One
, two, three.
One
, two, three. Step to the beat of the music. It’s easier if you match your feet both to my feet and to the music.”

I stared down at our feet, determined to get the steps right. When he steps forward, I should step backwards; when he steps to the side, I should step to the same side with him. I made many mistakes, up to a point where I fell on the ground and doubled over with laughter, but Victor was patient with me the entire time. After a while, I started getting the hang of it, and we progressed to more complicated moves.  We laughed at my mistakes, and Victor praised me when I did well. Suddenly we were gliding across the dance floor as though I had been dancing my entire life.

At the end of the dance, he twirled me around and dipped me low in his arms. Grinning with pleasure, I looked up into his blue eyes and was happy and surprised to see that the coldness in them seemed to have melted away. It had only been a couple of weeks and I had already seen so many changes in him.

“You caught on quickly, Dove.”

“Well, I have a good teacher.” I knew my face was bursting with happiness.

“Care for another dance?”

The music started up again. I nodded, and we once again flew around the dance floor like we had always belonged there.

After we had our fill of dancing, we sat back down at our table, only to be greeted with decadent chocolate cake covered in fresh strawberries. The waiter cut me a slice of the cake and I ate it quietly, watching Victor as he did the same.  It was at that moment as I sat there looking at that mysterious, distant, yet kind man that I realized I was falling in love with him. I frowned at my cake. No, this shouldn’t be happening. Our relationship was purely built on that contract he had me sign the first night I arrived at his house.  The candlelit dinner, the waltzing, the entire damn trip to Paris... Why was he spending so much money on me when I was obviously just a convenience for him, just a little plaything to keep him company?

The world is filled with selfish people,
a small voice in the back of my mind told me. Of course, he didn’t really care about me. Why should I waste my time to care about him?

Tears burned in my eyes.
Why are you making me fall in love with you?
I wanted to scream at him.
Do you take some sort of sick pleasure over the fact that you will never love me back?

The cake was suddenly too sweet. I pushed the plate back and crossed my arms protectively around my body. Victor gave me a questioningly look. “Dove...” he began, but I refused to meet his eyes. I knew that if I did, I would shatter into a million little pieces.

“Can we leave, Sir?” I asked in a small voice.

“Of course.” I could tell he was confused. He slipped a credit card into his check and by the time the waiter returned with his card we were almost out the door.

Chapter Ten

We did not say one word to each other on our walk home. At every alley we passed, at every dark corner I could find, I imagined myself running toward it, getting as far away from Victor as possible. I was stupid to think there were people in this world who didn’t think about anything but themselves.

I didn’t dare look at him, but I could feel Victor’s questioning gaze on me. I refused to look at him. If I did, I just knew my heart would break. Victor left me in silence all the way back to the hotel room, but as soon as he closed the door, he turned around and took my shoulders in his firm grip, forcing me to face him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He grabbed my chin, pushing my head up. I still had my eyes lowered towards the floor. “Look at me, damn it!”

I glanced up at him. “I—it’s nothing,” I stuttered. I tried to slip through his grip to make a dash to the bathroom; I thought childishly that if I locked myself up in there he would eventually give up and go away.

I wasn’t quick enough. He had me pinned to the wall within seconds. The gentle Victor I had seen the past few days was now gone. He was back to being that overpowering, dark figure that I had met on my first day at the mansion. This part of Victor still scared the crap out me. The grip he had on my arms was painful, but I did not want to make a sound against him.

“Dove.” His voice was terse. “Tell me what’s wrong. Now. That is an order.”

I tried thinking of an excuse, but I wasn’t able to put any thoughts into words. Instead, I burst into tears. I felt like a fool standing there crying in front of him, but it was too late now. When I had finally composed myself enough to start talking, I decided to say the first words that came to my mind.

“I don’t know why you’re being so nice to me. W-why are you taking me to fancy dinners, teaching me how to dance, when our relationship is nothing more than a work contract? None of this makes sense to me.”

He looked at me wordlessly. What in the world could he be thinking right now? All of my fears, doubts, and anxieties that I had built up within myself were finally breaking free. I couldn’t stop now.

“I don’t even know if I deserve any of this. For all I know I was a horrible person in my past. I always wondered why no one came looking for me. Was I so bad that they ended up just dumping me out in the streets and forgot all about me?” I shook my head. “I feel like everyone I get close to will just betray me in the end.” I knew I was babbling, and I wasn’t sure if my words made sense to him, but it was starting to feel good to let everything out. I guess I would deal with the repercussions of speaking out to him later. “I-I’m so damn tired of being alone.” There. That was it; the icing on the cake. That was what it all came down to. I didn’t want to be alone anymore, but I was so scared of being hurt again.

He pulled me away from the wall and into his arms. He began stroking my hair, and as I leaned my head against his chest I could both feel and hear the beating of his heart. It wasn’t as slow as it usually was. Was he angry with me?

“Please don’t punish me for saying that, Sir,” I whispered to him.

I could feel Victor shaking his head. He chuckled softly. “I’m not going to punish you, Dove. Relax. Who you were in the past doesn’t matter to me. And it isn’t good for you to dwell on it either. You are who you are right now and that’s all that matters.” He paused and pulled away from me so that I was looking up at his face. “That contract you signed is to protect us both. I didn’t intend for it to invoke fear in you or for you to have anxieties over our relationship...” He held me tight in his arms as though he were afraid he would lose me. “You’re not the only one who’s tired of being alone.”

Tears started falling again from my eyes. I turned my face towards his shoulder and cried long and hard. He waited patiently as he rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head as all of my emotions poured out in one tearful burst.

I was tired of being alone. I was tired of being so damn confused. I wanted to end that all tonight.

Eventually no more tears came, and I was reduced to only faint sniffles. Victor handed me a tissue, and as I wiped my swollen eyes, he began unzipping the back of my dress, lifting it carefully over my shoulders. The way the dress was made let me wear it without a bra, and I shivered slightly as the cold air touched my bare skin and nipples. He took a moment to massage my tight shoulders; I hadn’t realized how tense I had become since we left the restaurant. I moved my head from side to side, stretching out my neck while his warm hands worked my body. He then took off his own shirt and immediately pressed his bare chest against mine, the warmth and strength of his embrace suddenly empowering me. Victor’s lips pressed lightly against my shoulder. He then kissed me softly on my cheek, and then on my lips. I reciprocated, running my hands up his chest as I tested out my tongue. I flicked it around his mouth a few times until he caught it lightly with his teeth. He began sucking on my tongue until I started moaning loudly. He let go and reached down to take off my panties.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” he murmured as he took off the rest of his clothes. I sat down on the bed as he pushed my legs apart and crawled in between them, rubbing his cock up and down my body, around my breasts and on the tips of my hard nipples. I squirmed underneath him, desire already raging through my body. “When I’m with you I just want to fuck you all the time,” he whispered into my ear before he started nibbling it.

I felt myself melting at his touch, my previous mood temporarily forgotten as he caressed my body.

“Victor,” I told him, aware that I was saying his actual name and not “Sir”. I don’t want to be scared anymore. “I want you.”
I want you to know all of who I am.

He smiled. He reached down to brush his fingers along the lips of my wet pussy. “I can tell. Please, say my name again.”

“Victor,” I whispered. “Victor, I want you right now.”

“My God, Dove. The way you say my name...” his voice trailed off as he glanced behind him at the expansive balcony attached to our room. “I want to do you outside.”

“But...” I began, my mind suddenly freezing.

He looked at me mischievously. “Don’t worry; it’ll be dark enough that no one will see, unless they’re trying hard. Even then, I don’t give a damn, and you certainly shouldn’t either. Come along; let’s see how quiet you can be while I fuck you as hard as I can.”

The thought of having sex with him in an open area turned me on more than I could imagine. Public sex had always been an arousing fantasy to me, and although this wasn’t sex in the stacks of a library, or in the darkness of a movie theater, it sounded pretty magnificent.  I followed him out onto the balcony, and gasped as the chill of the night greeted my naked body. There were city lights from buildings all around me, and down below, cars drove in and out of the streets next to throngs of people strolling on the sidewalks. I could hear voices all around me, even some as close as next door. It was exhilarating standing up there completely naked; I had the sudden urge to throw my arms in the air and yell “here I am!”

Of course, I’m sure Victor would not approve of that. I was about to get down on my hands and knees, to offer myself from behind as Victor liked to do, but I stopped short. I turned around and gave him a leveled stare. “I want to face you while we make love.” I stumbled at the words “make love”. It was the first time either of us had ever mentioned it that way. For some reason it just seemed right to word it that way. I walked up to him and lifted my chin as I spoke, “And I want to be on top.”

My eyes hadn’t adjusted enough to see the expression on his face. Was he angry, surprised, or turned on?

My body tingled with excitement as he complied, settling down on the cold, balcony floor. He pulled me with him, and I eagerly slid my pussy over his cock. I began moving my hips back and forth, positioning my body forward a bit so that my clit rubbed up against the skin right above his cock. I looked into his eyes and he stared right back into mine. The moonlight glinted off our bodies, forming a sort of ethereal halo around us.

“God, you feel so good. I’ve never imagined anything feeling like this.” His fingers teased my nipples before sliding down my side to rest on my hips.

I continued moving my body up and down his cock, enjoying the heat that began to rise up from my pussy towards the rest of my body. “I want to get closer to you,” I said to him. “As close as possible. I’m trying, but I don’t know how.” He didn’t respond as he continued to let me control our lovemaking. I glanced up as the night life in the city continued on around us; everybody in this entire city was oblivious to our moment of passion out on the balcony.