You Are Mine

The tour

Nicole

After having breakfast with my dear husband, Adrian put some weird ointment on me and massaged my body, which did a great deal to relieve the pain a great deal on my ass and back. Thankfully an important call took him away for the rest of the day—and night. I spent the rest of the day in his room, maybe it was the nerves that came with being in a new place of the fact that I felt anything but safe in this place. I tossed and turned in bed for hours trying to get some sleep, with no success. Finally sometime after midnight, I forced my mind to get some sleep. 

I woke up the next morning to find the room as empty as I left it when I slept. So he did not come back last night after all. Good for me. I looked up at the clock above and saw that it was ten-thirty. I scrambled from the bed and opened the curtains. I closed my eyes instinctively as bright rays of sunlight flooded the room. 

The bathroom was at the end of the closet. It was a large space with a sophisticated shower system and a separate bath on the other side. The white tiles on the walls and floor reflected the light from the windows, making the room as light and airy compared to the stiffness reflected in the closet and bedroom. On one sink, shampoos, moisturizers, bath salt, and many other skincare products—some of which I did not even know existed, occupied a large space. They were all new and unused, along with a new pack of toothbrushes. 

The other sink only had a few things, like some mint shaving cream, a few bottles of cologne, and some hairspray, and a toothbrush holder holding a few toothbrushes. Why did he need so many toothbrushes, also why would one person need a bathroom that was almost as large as my bedroom back home. 

The cupboard above me had all the makeup I could ever dream of having. At least that made me smile. I had always loved makeup. Maybe it was one of the perks of being a painter, but seeing colors splashed across my face—in the right way, always intrigued me.  

I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I still had bags under my eyes, and I could not tell if they were from all the crying or the lack of proper rest since I left my parents. The only thing I hated more than Adrian would be bags under my eyes. I would just get back into bed after a shower. 

The clothes we bought at the mall had been washed, ironed, and folded neatly in the closet next to Adrian's array of black clothes. It felt like every day for him was supposed to be a funeral. I put on a simple pair of ripped jeans and a strappy white camisole tucked inside the jean, with a red jacket I had taken from Denis. My hair was in a ponytail, and I still had the simple stud earrings I had on for the last few days. I put on my mother's gold necklace I had taken on, and with no makeup on, I walked back to the room. 

I jerked up as I strolled out of the bedroom, to find Adrian sprawled in the middle of the bed, phone in hand, and all his attention focused on his phone. He had changed his clothes and his hair was neatly arranged, pushed to the side with a few locks standing out. How did I not notice him come in? My nerves shot up again, and I prayed he would just focus on his phone and let me go back to bed peacefully. I crawled on the bed, carefully avoiding his body. Just as I was about to relax my body, his deep, gruff voice stopped me. 

"Good morning to you too," he said without looking up, which was funny because I did not remember saying that first. 

"Can you just pretend to not see me right now," I begged. 

"No. Also that is no way to greet your husband in the morning especially if you have not seen him in hours."

Ignoring him, I crawled further into the bed and relaxed my body into the comforter. 

"You can't sleep yet, I need to give you the tour of the mansion." he turned his attention back to his phone.

"Can we not do that later? Besides, I do not intend to leave this room very often so there would be no need."

"I'll decide that," he huffed in annoyance and got to his feet. "Get your ass up, we're going for a f*****g tour right now. And take that jacket off, I want to see what you're wearing underneath."

"But I'm cold," I lied. 

"Maybe you need another punishment to remind you that I do not tolerate lies." he barked, and I almost jumped out of my skin. "Come here," he commanded.

I got to my knees and crawled to where he stood at the foot of the bed, hands clutching my jacket tightly. 

"Take your hands away," 

I reluctantly took put my hands at my side, eyes looking down. "Eyes up, he commanded as he released the zipper, revealing the see-through camisole I had on. He forced my chin up until my eyes met his cold, emotionless eyes. 

"So beautiful," he said and without warning, he fondled my breasts, brushing my n*****s with the pad of his thumb through the thin dress. I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan I knew was coming, and my eyes found the floor again. 

"I will punish you if you look away again," he warned. 

My eyes flew up as he said the word punish. My body would not be able to handle another round of that torture weapon he had used on me the last time. 

Without bothering to raise my dress, he leaned down and took one n****e in his mouth, sucking and nipping, with his fingers played with the other. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back, biting my lip could no longer do much to hold back the whimpers and moans as his fingers, and tongue ravished my pert n*****s. 

I was torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, calling him a disgusting bastard, and begging him to never stop. He pulled back only to give my other n****e a similar treatment. The only thing stopping me from falling back into the bad was his large arm holding me from behind, or pushing me closer to him. I could not tell when, but my hands were no longer at my side. One hand was clutching his shoulder, while the other rested on his chest. 

When he finally pulled back, I was almost breathless, and I could feel the wetness between my legs. I knew my panties would be thoroughly soaked with arousal. He had a smug grin on his face, and before I got the chance to ask him what that was about, he smashed his lips into mine again. 

This time, I willingly opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. As much as I hated to admit it, I did more than enjoy the kiss, I reveled in it, and I hoped his mouth would never stop moving against mine. Sadly it did, as little too soon, and I could not help but whimper in complaint when he pulled away.

Stupid biology. Traitorous body. 

Knowing he had accomplished what he wanted to, he wiped his mouth and an evil chuckle rumbled from his chest. He reached for the zipper and shot my hand out to stop him. 

"I need to change my dress," I paused shortly and continued, "and my underwear," I said shyly. 

"Why do you need to change your underwear?" he asked but I could tell he knew the answer to that already given the mischievous grin on his face. 

I did not bother to answer, instead, I looked away. He snapped my chin back, so I was facing him. "Answer me, Nicole," he said harshly.

"I...um..." I stuttered, "They're um...um wet." 

His smile changed to a satisfied one. "Why are they wet Nicole?" 

Oh God, would he really make me give him every f*****g detail about how aroused I was by his mouth on my n*****s? 

"Did this make you wet?" he asked, brushing his fingers over the sticky spot on my dress. 

I bit my lip again and nodded. 

"Words. Did it make you horny when I played with your t**s?" 

I swallowed hard, and when I spoke, my voice was just a little higher than a whisper. "Yes, it did." 

"Do you want me to do it again?" 

There was no point lying to him, he would definitely find out. "Yes, I want you to do it again," I admitted, and it took every fiber of restraint in me to not close my eyes or look away in embarrassment. 

"All you have to do is ask Nicole," he said almost softly, but his voice still retained its authoritativeness. 

I looked at him almost shocked. There was no way in hell I was going to make such an absurd request, no matter how much my body ached for his mouth and hands. 

When he realized I would not ask, he just chuckled and began zipping my jacket back up. "I can only give you when you ask—like a good girl, and since you won't ask, you will have to walk around with your soaked panties for the rest of the day. Do not change them until I permit you to. Is that clear?" 

"Yes...master," I answered almost reluctantly—almost. 

 "Good. Now, we have a busy day ahead of us, and it starts with a tour of the grounds, so," he lifted me off the bed effortlessly, like I was a helpless infant. "let's get going."

"Okay," I said simply, as he put me to my feet, "but first, you do know I could have just climbed down on my own." 

"Don't care," he walked to the bedside and picked up his wristwatch, then wore his shoes, while I put on the pair of mickey mouse fuzzy slippers next to the bed. Adrian snickered as he saw the slippers on my feet. 

"What, they're comfy and cute," I shrugged. 

"Whatever, let's go."

First off can I just start by saying this house is unnecessarily huge? One would need a f*****g map to get through these walls, because f**k. The house had so many wings I totally lost count. The upper wing was only occupied by family members, while the second floor was for guests, and business offices, and the third floor was where the staff resided. 

Almost all the rooms were furnished, some were left bare. Different artworks hung from the spacious hallway down to the far end, where there was both an elevator and a pair of double stairs. The ceilings were higher than what I was used to, and they were furnished with grand ornate chandeliers. 

Most of the walls were painted in champagne colors, with a touch of cream on each side. The furniture was luxurious, and most of them looked like they were made for ancient kings. The house had the grandest library I had ever seen in my entire life. The library had its own pair of stairs, it was stacked with what I could presume to be millions of books, from the floor to the high ceiling. The roof was covered with a transparent glass that lets you see the outside world when you look up. 

"Does anyone even live in these rooms?" I asked curiously, as we walked through the second floor.

"About 50 of my men, 30 household staff, and 6 family members." he shrugged. 

"That explains the monstrous mansion." 

We continued our tour and every time he opened a new room, my jaw hung lower. I would not be surprised if he told me this house was built in the 19th century for a monarch or something. The house had 3 swimming pools, two separate kitchens, a f*****g spa, and an in house garden with a tree stretching out through space above. 

"Oh my freaking Jesus," I gasped as we walked into the sight of the tree, earning a chuckle from Adrian.

"My sister has been nurturing it like a child since she was ten."

"You have a sister?" I asked, surprised. 

"Yes, she's back in my family home in Italy with my mother." 

"You're from Italy?" I asked in more shock. 

"My mother is originally from Italy. So I'm half American, half Italian." 

"Well, I'm shocked," I blurted. 

"Don't be," he leaned into me, "it's good news because our children would have Canadian, Italian, and American blood running through them."

I winced at the thought of having children with this monster. He was already well on his way to becoming a terrible husband, and I had no doubt he would do worse as a father. "Dream on," I scoffed, and walked past him to the tree. 

He chuckled and followed behind me. The tree was a slim tree of some sort with scanty branches and full leaves. It looked healthy and fresh, surrounded by a lawn of framed grass, with large white rocks on it and a large flower pot holding another plant, sitting next to it. 

I reached my hand out to touch the branches, but I was stopped by Adrian's voice. "Don't touch it," he warned, "she'll murder you." 

"Hmm?" I turned to look at him. 

"My sister will murder anyone that touches her tree, so if you still enjoy your life, do not touch the tree." 

"Oh, okay" I retracted my hand and took a step back to Adrian. "So I guess the tour is over?"

"Not until I say so," he took my hand and pulled me out of the garden, down to another room at the other end. 

"Where are we going?" I asked as he pulled me through the house.

"No questions," he said in a harsh voice.

I did not need him to say further before I clamped my mouth shut and followed obediently. Actually, I was not given a choice since he was f*****g pulling me, all the way through. 

He finally stopped when we got to the last room, on the hallway, and fished out a single key from his pocket. He opened the door and led me through the only room that actually brought tears to my eyes. 

"Oh my God," I gasped, "What is this place."

"It's your art room," he shrugged. 

"Oh my god, mine?" 

"It was Anderson's idea but yeah." 

I took a step further in. The room was bare with no furniture or designs yet, but the most outstanding thing about the large spacious room was the view. The glass wall was a window to a beautiful scenery, of trees, flowers, grasses, and sunlight. It looked like something out of a princess storybook, with beautiful birds perching on trees, and some chirping. "Is that wallpaper?" I asked.

"No, it's the garden outside." 

"This is so beautiful," I whispered, "I love it so much,"'

"Good," he said simply. 

Without thinking, I pivoted and launched into his strong arms. At this moment, I could not care less if he was a monster that whipped me and forced me to marry him, this room alone was enough atonement for everything he had done and would do. To think that, my second family would live in such a beautiful home, was just so amazing, and I felt a streak of tears trickle down my cheek. 

"You like it that much?" he chuckled, and I nodded with my face buried in his chest. It took him a few seconds, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. 

"Thank you so much," I whispered. 

"Well I don't want you to thank me," he said pulling me back, so I could meet his eyes.

"You don't?" 

"I don't." I raised my brows in confusion, and he brought one hand to my chin. "What I want is for you to kiss me," his hand brushed over my lip, and my mouth parted instinctively, "on your own." 

I thought about it for a few seconds but decided that there was no need to pretend I did not want to kiss him because I wanted that more than anything. And he knew that. 

You can still hate him after the kiss, right? Just one kiss, and we'll go back to loathing him. I thought, trying to convince my overly rational brain that it was not such a bad idea. My body though was already working ahead of me.

I raised my feet and stood on my toes, and my hand reached out to pull him closer. He got the hint and leaned down to reach my face. Our lips were just a few inches away from each other, and we had almost reached the breaking point when a commotion outside drew both our attention. 

Adrian's body immediately became stiff and rigid in my arms. I stepped back, and he pulled out his gun from behind him. "Stay behind me," he said and headed for the door, gun in hand, ready to shoot anyone in his way. I did not get the time to protest, as fear gripped my heart. I followed Adrian's instruction, and stayed behind him, as we walked toward the front door. 

As we got closer, the argument became louder. 

"Are you f*****g going to throw me out?" An unfamiliar woman's voice screamed. 

"Please miss, you have to understand the boss is busy," a males voice answered in a much calmer tone. 

"Adrian is never too busy for me, you f*****g swine," she screamed again, as we reached the door. I was too focused on the commotion outside, that I did not notice Adrian slip into a more relaxed demeanor than he had seconds ago. 

"Maybe there was no threat after all," I thought, as he tucked his gun behind him, and opened the door. 

"Tell him I'm here, he'll come. Tell him, or I am not moving an inch, and there is not a f*****g thing you will do about it," she screamed again. 

As I stepped out, I realized there was not a threat at all. Just one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was tall, slim, with detailed curves, red hair, and a beautifully carved face 

Almost immediately, I was intimidated by her. Where the f**k was I when people were being created so perfectly? But her beauty did nothing to stop the hurt I felt at her next words. 

"Baby," she squealed happily, as Adrian and I walked out through the front doors. 

Wait, what?