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The transport pulled up in front of Master Aristo's house. Violet recognized the place, though she'd never been inside.
Ari. She remembered him from school: popular, rich, athletic... her personal tormentor. Why he picked her to single out, she never understood. Why he picked her now was also a mystery.
Violet stepped out of the transport; she was met by a butler. Her guts were in a twist and she had to remind herself that she was a professional. She had volunteered to be a Civil Servant, a sex worker. This was just another client. That's what she tried to tell herself. Nonetheless, the relaxation techniques she had learned at the academy weren't working.
It was a private game Ari had played with her. Slipping his hands over her backside, when he walked behind her in the hallways. Sometimes under her skirt if he thought he could get away with it. Once, he silently slid a condom packet on top of her books as he walked past.
The butler took her to a sitting area and told her to wait there. She did as she was told, clasping her hands as if she was waiting on a bus.
She never reported Ari. It wasn't because she liked the attention; it was because she feared reporting him would make it worse. So, while the choice to become a Civil Servant had been fraught with misgivings, her one consolation was that she would transfer to the academy for her education. She would no longer have to go to school with the boy who wouldn't leave her alone.
A woman approached her in the sitting area. "Violet?" she asked.
Violet stood. "Yes."
"Master Aristo would like to see you."
She let the woman lead her down a short hallway and through a door. It looked less like a home and more like an office. Violet smoothed her skirt before she entered the room.
Ari had been very handsome. It's one of the reasons why he was so popular. And good at just about anything he tried: sports, singing, even drama. He dated constantly. Always a cheerleader or a Miss Teen Beauty. He never asked Violet out.
Master Aristo looked almost exactly as Violet remembered him, only ten years older. So his boyishness was more rugged, which somehow only made him more attractive. Now he was in a business suit instead of the school uniform. And the confidence! It rolled off of him like cologne.
He came around the desk to get a better look at her. "It is you," he said. "You are the last person that I would have expected to go into Civil Service."
All of her conversational training left her. She was sixteen again and clueless as to how to react to him.
He walked around behind her and put his hands on her ass. She thought it would feel the same as it had in school, but it didn't. Back then he had cared about getting caught and now he didn't.
He slipped his hands under her skirt, as he had in school, squeezing her ass. She closed her eyes. He slid his hands around to the front of her, his touch nearly, but not quite, sneaking under her panties. He pressed himself against the back of her and nibbled on her ear.
"You still don't like me very much, do you?" he whispered.
If it had been any other man, she had a script of saucy replies. But, now, she was as speechless as she had ever been.
"Answer me," he said. He slipped a hand into the waistband of her panties and caressed her from hipbone to hipbone.
"I don't," she said.
"I didn't think so." She could hear the smile in his voice. He nuzzled her. Then, he let her go. "The butler will help you get settled in. We'll get reacquainted this evening."
"Yes, Sir."
"You'll call me 'Master Ari'."
She cringed. Calling him Aristo let her imagine he was a different person. 'Sir' was also impersonal. Obviously, he had already guessed that.
"Yes, Master Ari."
He sat on the edge of his desk, looking very satisfied with himself. That was the image that she left with.
#
She ran into Ari more than once outside of school. The time she remembered best was when she had gone to the movies on her own. She saw him there with a date. In fact, he sat on the same row as her and she moved because of it.
The butler took Violet to Ari's room and showed her where she could put her things. He didn't stay to help and she didn't expect it. She was grateful for the time alone.
About halfway through the movie, Ari slid into the seat next to her. She remembered looking at him, shocked. Then, as bold as anything, he slid a quick hand up the inside of her leg. She jumped and stiffened but didn't yell. She didn't slap him. She did feel her panties get damp and hated him for it.
Violet changed out of her traveling clothes and into something fresher. Ordinarily, on the first night with a new owner, she would strip off all of her underthings. Usually, it was met with the most positive of feedback. Tonight, though, she left them all on.
Ari, in that movie theater, reached between her legs and stroked her through cotton. When she didn't widen her legs for him, he took his hand away. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Too bad." Then, he left to sit with his date again. Violet was throbbing, wet, embarrassed, disappointed, and ashamed. She didn't go back to the movies alone again.
Violet stood when she heard the bedroom door knob turning. Then she wished she hadn't but it was too late to sit. He entered, looked at her, and grinned. It was like having a wolf grin at you.
He emptied his pockets on the dresser. Then, he faced her.
"Come here, Little Vi," he said.
She could quit the Civil Service. That was the only real answer to this. Throw away ten years of hard work but be free of obligation to this man. She seriously hesitated. But then she crossed the room to him.
He turned her around, once more pressing his front to her back and reaching around under her skirt. This time, when his hand dipped into her panties, it didn't stop at her hips. It slipped between her legs and touched her smooth sex without parting her. She shuddered and knew he felt it.
"Remember when I did this once before to you?" he asked.
He waited. He was going to make her answer. The bastard. "I remember," she whispered.
"Where did it happen?" he asked, his touch still light, still not penetrating any deeper.
"A theater," she said. Her voice was shaky; she never sounded like this.
"You were there all alone. I couldn't help myself."
She wanted to ask why.
"If you had opened your legs," he continued, "we might not be here now."
He parted her and she shuddered again. His finger slid over her like she was oiled. It just confirmed to her how drenched she was. For the first time in ten years, she wished for dryness.
He removed his hand and held it up to her nose. "Smell that?"
"Yes."
"That night, after the movie, I fucked my girlfriend in my dad's car. You know what I did? I smelled you while I fucked her."
He pushed a finger into her mouth and she tasted her musk. It wasn't, by any means, the first time she had done that. But knowing it was Ari's hand gave it a different taste.
He corralled her to the bed with his body. His hand snaked back under her skirt and into her panties. His other went under her blouse to her already hardened nipples. She heard his chuckle when his finger brushed the puckered flesh. It was just one more sign of her arousal.
But it was his fingers inside of her panties that had her breath quickening, in spite of her resolve that it wouldn't happen. In spite of everything. He held her open and worked her sensitive flesh.
"You don't like me," he whispered in her ear. "But you're still going to come for me. Every night."
Violet rarely came. Faking an orgasm was one of her greatest talents. Now, she knew she couldn't. And to her shame, she wouldn't have to. Her body quaked. It reached for pleasure even as she tried to deny it.
"That's right, you pretty little thing," he said. "My hand's all wet with you."
She flushed but the taunt just stoked her. Her hips tilted even though she meant to stay still. She made a little involuntary pleased sound and he laughed at her again.
"Was that a moan, Little Violet? For me?"
"Not for you," she panted.
"Oh, yes it is. And when you come that will be mine, too."
She didn't want to, but he had more control over her body than she did. His stroke teased the pleasure out of her. He played while he whispered to her. In minutes, she cried out, her whole body pulsing, it seemed, and came into his hand. When she was done, he let her go.
"I've been waiting for that for ten years," he said.
#
Before she left for the academy, she took an afternoon to read in the park. Just her and a book. None of the worries of home. None of the worries of school. Just her and a couple of her best literary friends. She was so engaged, she didn't notice that there was someone else in the clearing until they had blocked out the sun.
That first night that he owned her, all Master Ari did was make her come. She slept on the floor beside his bed and he didn't touch her again.
"I heard you're not coming back for final year," Ari said to her, standing over her. She didn't answer; she never spoke to him. He took her book out of her hands and she jumped to her feet. He held it out of her reach and when she stretched for it, he pulled her against him.
The second night Ari owned her, he made her strip for him. All the way down to her bra and panties and very high heels.
She pushed sixteen year old Ari away. Before she did, he squeezed her backside and she felt a hard bulge seem to flex against her hip. But he did let her go. She gave him her dirtiest look and grabbed her shabby bag. "You can have your book back if you give me a kiss," he told her.
"Keep it," she snapped. The only thing she ever said to him.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight," Ari told her, his eyes sweeping over her in her lingerie and heels. "You can fight me if you like. In fact, I hope you do."
Her heart sped up. Her sex was drenched. She hated him for affecting her like this. She hated that he owned her. She hated him.
He pushed her on her back on the bed and she tried to scoot away, but he caught her ankle and dragged her back. Again, she tried to scramble away, but he manhandled her back into position, getting on top of her and using his weight to hold her. He pushed her bra out of the way without unhooking it and drew a nipple roughly into his mouth.
She arched with pleasure and tried to push him away at the same time. He trapped her wrists in one hand. With his other, he ripped her panties away. It took two pulls.
Her fighting turned wild. She bucked and struggled until she was slicked with sweat. While she did, he caressed her with his one free hand. Her breasts. Her legs. It was so soft compared to her flailing. Then, as she tired, he wedged himself between her legs.
"I want that kiss now," he said.
His mouth crushed against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she bit it. He drew back, smiled, and bit her lip until it hurt.
Then, he positioned himself and thrust as much of himself into her and he physically could. She couldn't help it; she moaned.
"Is that my whore moaning for me?" he asked.
"No," she gasped.
"I think it is."
He drew himself almost all the way out of her and thrust again, this time much deeper. She moaned again.
"That’s right, Violet. When it's good, it's good."
He rode her hard. He shook the bed. He let go of her hands and she scratched his back until she left welts. It only made him use her harder and faster. If she hadn't been so wet, their friction could have started a fire.
And she came. Yes she did, in spite of her usually elusive orgasm. In spite of her climax the previous day. In spite of her shame at the pleasure. She writhed under him while he used her. Her muscles tightened around him. Eventually, she moved with him instead of against him.
And that was when he found his release. He didn't seem to see her as he took her. His pleasure was loud and she felt the liquid heat spilling inside of her.
When he was done, he withdrew and fell on the bed next to her. They watched each other for a minute.
Finally, Violet managed to find her voice. "I hate you, Ari. You know that, right?"
"Yes," he said. "And I fucking love that you do."
Ari. She remembered him from school: popular, rich, athletic... her personal tormentor. Why he picked her to single out, she never understood. Why he picked her now was also a mystery.
Violet stepped out of the transport; she was met by a butler. Her guts were in a twist and she had to remind herself that she was a professional. She had volunteered to be a Civil Servant, a sex worker. This was just another client. That's what she tried to tell herself. Nonetheless, the relaxation techniques she had learned at the academy weren't working.
It was a private game Ari had played with her. Slipping his hands over her backside, when he walked behind her in the hallways. Sometimes under her skirt if he thought he could get away with it. Once, he silently slid a condom packet on top of her books as he walked past.
The butler took her to a sitting area and told her to wait there. She did as she was told, clasping her hands as if she was waiting on a bus.
She never reported Ari. It wasn't because she liked the attention; it was because she feared reporting him would make it worse. So, while the choice to become a Civil Servant had been fraught with misgivings, her one consolation was that she would transfer to the academy for her education. She would no longer have to go to school with the boy who wouldn't leave her alone.
A woman approached her in the sitting area. "Violet?" she asked.
Violet stood. "Yes."
"Master Aristo would like to see you."
She let the woman lead her down a short hallway and through a door. It looked less like a home and more like an office. Violet smoothed her skirt before she entered the room.
Ari had been very handsome. It's one of the reasons why he was so popular. And good at just about anything he tried: sports, singing, even drama. He dated constantly. Always a cheerleader or a Miss Teen Beauty. He never asked Violet out.
Master Aristo looked almost exactly as Violet remembered him, only ten years older. So his boyishness was more rugged, which somehow only made him more attractive. Now he was in a business suit instead of the school uniform. And the confidence! It rolled off of him like cologne.
He came around the desk to get a better look at her. "It is you," he said. "You are the last person that I would have expected to go into Civil Service."
All of her conversational training left her. She was sixteen again and clueless as to how to react to him.
He walked around behind her and put his hands on her ass. She thought it would feel the same as it had in school, but it didn't. Back then he had cared about getting caught and now he didn't.
He slipped his hands under her skirt, as he had in school, squeezing her ass. She closed her eyes. He slid his hands around to the front of her, his touch nearly, but not quite, sneaking under her panties. He pressed himself against the back of her and nibbled on her ear.
"You still don't like me very much, do you?" he whispered.
If it had been any other man, she had a script of saucy replies. But, now, she was as speechless as she had ever been.
"Answer me," he said. He slipped a hand into the waistband of her panties and caressed her from hipbone to hipbone.
"I don't," she said.
"I didn't think so." She could hear the smile in his voice. He nuzzled her. Then, he let her go. "The butler will help you get settled in. We'll get reacquainted this evening."
"Yes, Sir."
"You'll call me 'Master Ari'."
She cringed. Calling him Aristo let her imagine he was a different person. 'Sir' was also impersonal. Obviously, he had already guessed that.
"Yes, Master Ari."
He sat on the edge of his desk, looking very satisfied with himself. That was the image that she left with.
#
She ran into Ari more than once outside of school. The time she remembered best was when she had gone to the movies on her own. She saw him there with a date. In fact, he sat on the same row as her and she moved because of it.
The butler took Violet to Ari's room and showed her where she could put her things. He didn't stay to help and she didn't expect it. She was grateful for the time alone.
About halfway through the movie, Ari slid into the seat next to her. She remembered looking at him, shocked. Then, as bold as anything, he slid a quick hand up the inside of her leg. She jumped and stiffened but didn't yell. She didn't slap him. She did feel her panties get damp and hated him for it.
Violet changed out of her traveling clothes and into something fresher. Ordinarily, on the first night with a new owner, she would strip off all of her underthings. Usually, it was met with the most positive of feedback. Tonight, though, she left them all on.
Ari, in that movie theater, reached between her legs and stroked her through cotton. When she didn't widen her legs for him, he took his hand away. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Too bad." Then, he left to sit with his date again. Violet was throbbing, wet, embarrassed, disappointed, and ashamed. She didn't go back to the movies alone again.
Violet stood when she heard the bedroom door knob turning. Then she wished she hadn't but it was too late to sit. He entered, looked at her, and grinned. It was like having a wolf grin at you.
He emptied his pockets on the dresser. Then, he faced her.
"Come here, Little Vi," he said.
She could quit the Civil Service. That was the only real answer to this. Throw away ten years of hard work but be free of obligation to this man. She seriously hesitated. But then she crossed the room to him.
He turned her around, once more pressing his front to her back and reaching around under her skirt. This time, when his hand dipped into her panties, it didn't stop at her hips. It slipped between her legs and touched her smooth sex without parting her. She shuddered and knew he felt it.
"Remember when I did this once before to you?" he asked.
He waited. He was going to make her answer. The bastard. "I remember," she whispered.
"Where did it happen?" he asked, his touch still light, still not penetrating any deeper.
"A theater," she said. Her voice was shaky; she never sounded like this.
"You were there all alone. I couldn't help myself."
She wanted to ask why.
"If you had opened your legs," he continued, "we might not be here now."
He parted her and she shuddered again. His finger slid over her like she was oiled. It just confirmed to her how drenched she was. For the first time in ten years, she wished for dryness.
He removed his hand and held it up to her nose. "Smell that?"
"Yes."
"That night, after the movie, I fucked my girlfriend in my dad's car. You know what I did? I smelled you while I fucked her."
He pushed a finger into her mouth and she tasted her musk. It wasn't, by any means, the first time she had done that. But knowing it was Ari's hand gave it a different taste.
He corralled her to the bed with his body. His hand snaked back under her skirt and into her panties. His other went under her blouse to her already hardened nipples. She heard his chuckle when his finger brushed the puckered flesh. It was just one more sign of her arousal.
But it was his fingers inside of her panties that had her breath quickening, in spite of her resolve that it wouldn't happen. In spite of everything. He held her open and worked her sensitive flesh.
"You don't like me," he whispered in her ear. "But you're still going to come for me. Every night."
Violet rarely came. Faking an orgasm was one of her greatest talents. Now, she knew she couldn't. And to her shame, she wouldn't have to. Her body quaked. It reached for pleasure even as she tried to deny it.
"That's right, you pretty little thing," he said. "My hand's all wet with you."
She flushed but the taunt just stoked her. Her hips tilted even though she meant to stay still. She made a little involuntary pleased sound and he laughed at her again.
"Was that a moan, Little Violet? For me?"
"Not for you," she panted.
"Oh, yes it is. And when you come that will be mine, too."
She didn't want to, but he had more control over her body than she did. His stroke teased the pleasure out of her. He played while he whispered to her. In minutes, she cried out, her whole body pulsing, it seemed, and came into his hand. When she was done, he let her go.
"I've been waiting for that for ten years," he said.
#
Before she left for the academy, she took an afternoon to read in the park. Just her and a book. None of the worries of home. None of the worries of school. Just her and a couple of her best literary friends. She was so engaged, she didn't notice that there was someone else in the clearing until they had blocked out the sun.
That first night that he owned her, all Master Ari did was make her come. She slept on the floor beside his bed and he didn't touch her again.
"I heard you're not coming back for final year," Ari said to her, standing over her. She didn't answer; she never spoke to him. He took her book out of her hands and she jumped to her feet. He held it out of her reach and when she stretched for it, he pulled her against him.
The second night Ari owned her, he made her strip for him. All the way down to her bra and panties and very high heels.
She pushed sixteen year old Ari away. Before she did, he squeezed her backside and she felt a hard bulge seem to flex against her hip. But he did let her go. She gave him her dirtiest look and grabbed her shabby bag. "You can have your book back if you give me a kiss," he told her.
"Keep it," she snapped. The only thing she ever said to him.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight," Ari told her, his eyes sweeping over her in her lingerie and heels. "You can fight me if you like. In fact, I hope you do."
Her heart sped up. Her sex was drenched. She hated him for affecting her like this. She hated that he owned her. She hated him.
He pushed her on her back on the bed and she tried to scoot away, but he caught her ankle and dragged her back. Again, she tried to scramble away, but he manhandled her back into position, getting on top of her and using his weight to hold her. He pushed her bra out of the way without unhooking it and drew a nipple roughly into his mouth.
She arched with pleasure and tried to push him away at the same time. He trapped her wrists in one hand. With his other, he ripped her panties away. It took two pulls.
Her fighting turned wild. She bucked and struggled until she was slicked with sweat. While she did, he caressed her with his one free hand. Her breasts. Her legs. It was so soft compared to her flailing. Then, as she tired, he wedged himself between her legs.
"I want that kiss now," he said.
His mouth crushed against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she bit it. He drew back, smiled, and bit her lip until it hurt.
Then, he positioned himself and thrust as much of himself into her and he physically could. She couldn't help it; she moaned.
"Is that my whore moaning for me?" he asked.
"No," she gasped.
"I think it is."
He drew himself almost all the way out of her and thrust again, this time much deeper. She moaned again.
"That’s right, Violet. When it's good, it's good."
He rode her hard. He shook the bed. He let go of her hands and she scratched his back until she left welts. It only made him use her harder and faster. If she hadn't been so wet, their friction could have started a fire.
And she came. Yes she did, in spite of her usually elusive orgasm. In spite of her climax the previous day. In spite of her shame at the pleasure. She writhed under him while he used her. Her muscles tightened around him. Eventually, she moved with him instead of against him.
And that was when he found his release. He didn't seem to see her as he took her. His pleasure was loud and she felt the liquid heat spilling inside of her.
When he was done, he withdrew and fell on the bed next to her. They watched each other for a minute.
Finally, Violet managed to find her voice. "I hate you, Ari. You know that, right?"
"Yes," he said. "And I fucking love that you do."
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