The Chronicles Of Power

Lucy froze. Apparently, they weren't going to their rooms after all. Something else was waiting for them.

The evening had unfolded in a way she never could have imagined. Even though it had all happened the same day, it felt like a lifetime ago that she had been sitting on the plane bound for this place.

She had stared out the airplane window in wonder at the white city, its soaring skyscrapers and the glittering sea beyond. When she stepped off the plane, a wave of warm air washed over her. She was far from home, far from the small gray town where the rain sometimes seemed to fall forever.

She had stepped into an entirely new world.

She hadn't been given any instructions, only a plane ticket. A man in a suit holding a sign with her name had met her at the airport. Without a word, he had taken her suitcase and led her to a large black car.

She now knew his name was Stephen.

Why was she here?

She wasn't entirely sure.

When she'd first seen the advertisement, she'd laughed to herself. Some dirty old man wanted a housemaid he could paw at.

But then she'd seen the salary.

And the bonus.

My God.

She'd be able to buy that little house in the woods that had been sitting on the market for so long. She could retreat there, drink tea, read books, and continue working as a translator. No one would have to see her, and she wouldn't have to see anyone else.

One year.

That was all it would take.

Then the dream would be hers.

She had been convinced she would never be selected. That was why the letter containing the plane ticket had come as such a shock.

The car left the city behind and climbed toward a large white house perched on a hilltop. After that, everything had happened so quickly she had barely had time to understand what was going on. She never really took in the entrance hall or the rooms they passed before arriving in a long, spacious room. Small seating areas, tables displaying strange sculptures, and countless rugs filled the space. Paintings covered the walls. Lucy couldn't make sense of what they were supposed to depict, but she assumed they were expensive.

A woman was already waiting there. She looked intimidating, with her shaved head and powerful build. Stephen briefly instructed Lucy where to stand, then disappeared without a sound. She had tried whispering a few questions to the other woman, but received no reply.

It felt like an eternity before Stephen returned with a handsome young man. He was positioned the same way. Then came another long wait before the fourth arrival—a young woman who looked terribly nervous. Lucy had been relieved that she wasn't the only one feeling that way.

Then Sir and Ma'am had introduced themselves.

Good Lord, what a beautiful woman.

She had everything: style, grace, beauty, and presence.

When Lucy kissed Ma'am's foot, she had glanced upward beneath the hem of her dress. Ma'am wasn't wearing any underwear.

And yet, despite all her beauty, Lucy could see something cruel behind her eyes.

This was not a kind woman.

She was Lucy's employer.

And her mistress.

It had been awful having to take her clothes off. The others looked as though they belonged there. She, on the other hand, felt hopelessly out of place. She hadn't even noticed when her clothes disappeared from the floor in front of her. It was as though reality itself didn't quite work inside this house.

What had Ma'am called her?

A magnificent specimen?

Lucy couldn't make sense of that comment. She couldn't make sense of herself, either—or of what she'd done with her tongue when Sir's cock had been in her mouth. None of it felt real.

Lucy pushed the thoughts aside and found herself back in the large room. They were standing in a line once more, her heart pounding.

Ma'am stood about two feet in front of Sir, letting her gaze drift slowly from one person to the next. Her lips were slightly parted, and she breathed heavily.

At last, Ma'am's eyes settled on Lucy, a smile spreading across her face.

Lucy felt her stomach tighten.

“You,” Ma'am said, pointing at her. “Make yourself comfortable on the sofa.”

Lucy hesitated half a second too long.

Ma'am brought her hands together in a sharp clap.

That was probably something Lucy would have to get used to.

She hurried awkwardly to the sofa beside them. Sitting down, she pressed her knees together and folded her hands in her lap.

“No, no. Not like a little schoolgirl,” Ma'am said. “Sit up straight. Lean back. Make yourself comfortable.”

Lucy did as she was told.

Everyone was staring at her.

Lucy felt even more uncomfortable, even more out of place, and then it got worse.

“Spread your legs a little. No, wider.”

Now she was half reclining on a sofa that was probably worth more than all the furniture she owned. Her arms were stretched behind her head, her legs parted.

She knew they could all see straight between them.

It was humiliating.

And yet, somewhere deep inside her, something stirred.

They were looking at her.

They saw her.

She parted her legs a little wider.

Once again, Ma'am raised a hand and pointed, her finger moving from one person to the next before finally settling on the handsome young man—Ivan.

He stepped forward.

“I want you to give our dear Lucy a treatment worthy of a queen.”

She paused, holding Lucy's gaze for a long moment before adding in a seductive voice,

“Make her climax... with your hands.”

Lucy felt her heart sink.

The poor boy, she thought. Of course he'll refuse.

What will they do to him then?

She was just about to speak when she saw Ivan give a quiet nod.

He began walking toward her.

Though he had only a few feet to cross, it felt as if he were approaching her for several long minutes.

His eyes never left hers.

He looked determined.

Determined...

...and utterly fearless.

He sank gracefully down beside her, fluid as a cat, close enough that their bodies almost touched. He hadn't looked away from her once.

Lucy swallowed.

Then he gently brushed a hand across her forehead, lifting her bangs aside. His fingertips drifted over her face and across her lips.

Then he did it again.

Goosebumps spread across her entire body. She could feel the others watching her, and she felt Ivan's warm breath as he leaned toward her neck.

He placed a soft kiss there.

A wave rolled through Lucy's stomach.

She let out a quiet gasp when he gave her skin a playful little nip.

His tongue traced a slow path from her neck upward toward her ear. His lips found her ear, kissing and licking it gently.

One of his hands wandered down her neck and over her shoulders, across her chest, then back again. With every pass, he came a little closer to her nipples.

Lucy was breathing hard now, her pulse racing.

His fingertips finally reached her nipples.

Oh God...

It felt wonderful.

Then his hand continued lower, gliding over her stomach, across her hips, and along her thighs. He repeated the same slow path, each time ending a little nearer to her sex.

Ivan tilted his head and kissed her on the lips. The kiss quickly deepened into the kind of eager, lingering make-out session only young lovers seemed capable of.

His long hair fell across her face, and he suddenly leaned away to sweep it back with one hand.

That was when she saw it.

His penis was fully erect, jutting straight out.

He...

This beautiful young man...

Apparently enjoyed what he was doing to an old, ugly woman like her.

For the first time in a very long while, she didn't feel invisible.

Ivan's lips found hers again, and his hand moved slowly through the curls between her legs. She shivered. His fingers found her clitoris, caressing it lightly.

She felt her body begin to tighten.

The orgasm was close.

But he seemed to sense it. He let his fingers drift away for a few seconds before returning. His other hand had found her nipples again. He handled them with gentle care, nothing like Sir, who pinched and twisted them.

He continued alternating between softly stroking her clitoris and letting his fingers glide up and down along her wet slit. Each pass felt better than the last.

Finally, he kissed her more deeply, gave her nipple a firmer squeeze, and kept his fingers on her clitoris.

She came.

A trembling orgasm swept through her, bigger than any she had ever experienced—and that was saying something, considering she owned the newest and most powerful Satisfyer.

The world spun.

She closed her eyes with a soft moan. Her legs felt like jelly, and flashes of light danced behind her eyelids.

When she finally came back to herself, she opened her eyes.

They were all standing around her.

Ivan stared straight ahead.

Molly's mouth hung open in astonishment.

And Tamara...

Tamara looked furious.

Ma'am and Sir, on the other hand, looked thoroughly pleased. Their cheeks were flushed, and they were holding each other's hands tightly.

“Now we're finished,” Ma'am said with a smile.

She turned gracefully and left the room, Sir at her side.

Behind them, they heard Stephen clear his throat.