The Prince and The Geek (closed for Vailyn)

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„Verkaufen! Sagte ich nicht verkaufen?“ Alain Romain Pardaillan de Gondrin’s German had a strong French accent as he shouted into his phone. Why did these fools in Frankfurt never properly listen to him? A promising investment was lost due to his employees’ carelessness. He’d have them fired as soon as he was out of the gym. Money meant nothing to the young man, he had inherited more than he could ever think of spending. But the stock exchange was like a game for him, a fast paced, passionate game. And he hated to lose.

He was just on his way from the gym to the dressing room, his sweet soaked Lacoste polo shirt hanging over his shoulder. Working out always made him feel good, feeling every muscle of his body as it became stronger, more powerful. Anselm embraced physical power as much as mental power. Mens sana in corpore sano as the Romans used to say. A sound mind in a sound body.

Incomplete were those who only saw one side of it. Useless the strength of the mindless brute only made to serve his betters. Wasted the mental capacity of the feeble geek. What good was it to be clever if one could not defend oneself or if one could not impress the best females to mate with them.

The phone tugged away, and his remaining clothes removed Alain had a quick look in the dressing room mirror, before heading for the shower. The ice cold water refreshed his heated body, as it ran over every his every muscle. He really needed the cold shower, for the heat of the workout, combined with the anger over the phone call – these morons who couldn’t take a simple order correctly - had agitated him, aroused something inside him.

He felt that it was again time to play, to chose his prey among the heard of his female students, and awaken foolish dreams and desires inside her, before bringing her down and making her crash to the ground even more cruelly.

Dressed again, and freshly showered, Alain now was on his way to the library. Among those girl still studying there so late in the evening, those without a life to pursue, he was sure to find one to play his cruel little game of humiliation with. He even had one or two in mind among his fellow students. Those especially amusing little nerd girls, so sadly cute behind their large glasses. So learned their minds, and yet their bodies so desperate to get fucked.

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe Adler

"Hi, Phoebe. More research for your paper?" asked Tom, one of the volunteer librarians.

Phoebe pushed her frizzy light brown hair behind her ear and smiled absentmindedly at Tom. Her hands were full of binders, text books and her trusty smartphone. "Hi, Tom. I'm here to tutor someone and then I have to work on some algorithms. The group project is going well but I'm not sure if have the math down."

She hugged the pile closer to her chest as she peered down at her smartphone. Even though her parents had gotten her a large Samsung Galaxy smartphone with the largest display, Phoebe was hopelessly near sighted. She tried to push her blocky glasses up her nose and bring the phone closer to her eyes at the same time. It almost worked but she leaned forward a bit too much and lost her balance. Everything crashed down on the floor with muffled thumps and a hot veil of utter embarrassment flooded Phoebe's ivory pale skin.

Tom came over to check on Phoebe and helped her to get her things. "I-I'm ok. Really. I--oh! I'm going to be late. Thanks, Tom!"

Phoebe grabbed the last piece of paper and pen before hugging everything to her small chest and walked hastily away to the cubicles. Tom had a perfect few of her backside since he was still kneeling on the ground. Phoebe always wore baggy tops and long skirts. She rarely wore shorts or anything sleeveless. He didn't realize that she had a figure until now. From where he knelt, he had a perfect view of a curvy round behind swaying left and right. Her simple black shirt hugged her rear before flaring loose below her knees. Tom swallowed hard as his throat dried and couldn't help but envision what Phoebe may look like naked. Stop that! She's just a kid!

He shook his head to clear it but he couldn't quite stop the seductive sway of her hips from swaying in his mind.

Phoebe dropped her stuff onto a table near the cubicle she usually used at the library. She shrugged off her heavy Jansport bookbag and put it on the ground. She felt so hot! Why am I so clumsy? Always doing something embarrassing!

She pulled two pens out of her bookbag, twisted her hair up in a messy knot and pushed the pens into place to keep it up. She fanned herself with a plastic binder until she felt normal. With a silent exhale, Phoebe organized her things to what she needed now verse later. Usually, it's really cold in the library. The library was like a second home to her. She spent a lot of time there when she wanted to work outside of her room. Yet, that night, it felt too hot. Maybe the A/C is on the fritz...

Phoebe tried rolling up the sleeves of her plaid button up shirt but it didn't do much. Unbuttoning the top three buttons did little. The heat was distracting and she couldn't fan herself the whole time she's trying to work. She blew a loose strand of hair out of her way and quickly took her plaid shirt off. She had on a plain white bra that showed easily through the fitted, white tank top that clung to her soft curves. Phoebe didn't realize how thin the tank top material was or how much of herself she was showing. She always wore several layers and hardly ever took them off.

No one could tell that Phoebe was nineteen and in her last year of study for a double major in English and Sociology with a minor in Mechanical Engineering. With her books and papers spread around her and her head bent over the paper as her hand flew rapidly as she worked on algorithms, Phoebe looked like a young teen barely out of middle school. Phoebe was a little genius that loved learning. Her parents were happy to indulge her keen appetite and let her enter college at fifteen. Everything that Phoebe loved was about learning and playing piano. She didn't know anything about makeup, boys, or the usual social interactions. Most of her acquaintances were much older teachers, professors, tutors and a handful of other students that were five or more years older than her. They all loved her and treated her like a precocious little girl.

 

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The library. Not exactly a place where Alain often was found. He preferred to own books – or even better load them to his kindle - to sharing them with others. The thought of studying to a book that had been in the dirty fingers of generations of plebeian students usually made him shudder. Sometimes it couldn’t be avoided though. Not all the books in the library were easily available in shops or on the net.

But this time it wasn’t a book he was looking for anyway. The weekend was coming close and Alain was looking for prey. Before turning off his phone, he sent a quick text message to Cecilia, the young English heiress that his father had suggest for him to marry, telling her how much he missed her. Actually he didn’t. But he understood his father’s reasoning for a dynastic marriage. His father after all had made the mistake and stooped to get involved with a woman of lesser class, blinded by the allure of a supermodel. Alain wouldn’t end up with a ditz like that. He had nothing but contempt for his late mother.

Instead of getting lured by the beautiful but hollow, he preferred to for the opposite for his enjoyments. There was a perverse pleasure and in seducing, and ultimatively destroying the intellectual yet naïve and inexperienced. A battle of minds and emotions, ending in total victory.

It was unusually hot in the library today. Even though he was freshly showered, smelling of fresh clothes and a hint of Acqua di Gio cologne, he could feel little drops of sweat forming on his skin already. Alain opened the two upper most buttons of his black Hugo Boss shirt, the let his eyes wander around.

It seemed he was not the only one feeling the heat. He smiled as he spotted a young student bend over her books, surrounded by piles of them. A white tank top clung to her soft curves, and he could easily see her bra through it. How could someone be so negligent in the way they dressed, so careless? His eyes moved down along her form, nothing the spaciousness of her pear shaped behind. She was by no means fat, but that bottom really was quite enormous – at least to a guy as obsessed with perfection as he was.

He now realized he knew her. The girl from sociology class. The young wunderkind who knew it all and was so absorbed in her learning. And if he remembered right she seemed to have a bit of a hidden crush on him.

Perfect!

Now what was her name again? Fiona? Phaedra? Phoebe! That’s what it was.

Picking up a random book from one of the shelves – one that didn’t look too used – he headed for a chair opposite her own. “Hello Phoebe! Is this one still free?” he asked he softly as he reached the girl.

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe barely looked over at the guy that asked her if the seat was free. Her eyes were intent on her paper as she worked on the problems there. "Yah. No one is sitting there."

The guy sat down next to her and she could smell a delicious cologne. It teased her senses as she worked to finish the current set of problems. Her long golden brown hair fell out of the knot she had tied it in and cascaded down over her shoulders to fall on top of her paper.

She sighed. A frown of annoyance pursed her lips. The pens holding her hair had fallen down on the ground. She bent over to pick them up. They were right next to the stranger's feet. Her head bumped against his leg as she reached down to get her pens. "Oh sorry!" she mumbled an apology.

She was in the middle of twisting her hair back up on her head when she looked at who was sitting next to her. Her eyes grew big and she blinked several times.

Alain!

He's one of the students in her sociology class and he looked like a fairy tale dream prince come true. He was over six feet tall with piercing amber eyes and dark blonde hair. He had a strong voice with an accent that made her wish he could read to her out loud all the time. She's never had a crush before him. She daydreamed about being friends with him. That maybe he would fall in love with her and lover her for her brain and not her odd looks. She wondered what it would like for him to say her name.

She blinked.

He said her name earlier!
He knew her name!
He said her name... and it sounded wonderful.

Phoebe's arms dropped into her lap and her long golden tresses fell down around her face and chest in soft waves. "A-Alain, uh-uhmm hi! Wh-what are you doing here?"

She blushed fiercely. A glow of red bloomed on her cheeks and spread down to her chest. The change clearly visible on her soft skin.

 

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Sitting there, with the book in his hand, he had patiently waited for the moment she’d notice him. She was so absorbed in her studies, it was really cute. She didn’t realize he was there at all. He did not idly waste this waiting time though, but instead began to write out a little invitation to her on the back of one of his visiting cards. He liked those cards. The embossed family seal feeling so nice on the snow white handmade Austrian laid paper. It was a card that so much represented the wealth and tradition of his family.

Just as he considered making his presence more obvious, by maybe clearing his throat, or ‘accidentally’ nudging her leg, finally something happened. Phoebe’s pens fell down, and went after them. Alain could of course have reached down for those pens, and pick them up to her. But he didn’t believe in stooping, especially not for one’s lesser. And he had a good view from her from above, one he enjoyed. He had never before considered her particularly attractive. But was surprised how pretty she looked on the ground before him, at his feet, with her eyes wide open, staring at him in awed surprise. It was quite a sight Alain could get used to. The blush on her face added even more to that sweetness. He would have loved to place his black and white Rick Owens sneakers right on the back of her neck, holding her down in just that position.

But not yet.

Instead he smiled at her with the most innocent smile he was able to fake. “Oh I was studying for our sociology class”, he replied politely. He had to take a little peak at the back of the book in his hand to make sure what it was at all, because so far he had paid only little attention to it. “Social Darwinism”, he said with a shrug, then added “but I have to admit I’ve got a little distracted by your presence.” His smile became a bit bigger now and his amber eyes studied her, taking in her reaction to his compliment.

He had to make sure he got her hooked before he’d play out his card, the one that would make sure that the weekend would be an entertaining one.

 

[Vailyn]

Whatever she was thinking was gone and it felt like her brain was suddenly full of hot air of nothing. Phoebe may have been gaping at Alain like a fish out of water for all she knew. She basically stopped seeing the real world and imagining some ridiculous fantasies as soon as he said that he was distracted by her. The man that looks like a modern day prince was distracted by Phoebe Adler, the geek girl that everyone treats like a little sister.

Fantasy Land

Alain leans down to take her hands and draw her up to her feet. He closes the small gap between them and pulls her arms to wrap around his neck. Then he bends down to kiss her passionately until she can't see for the fog on her clunky glasses. His arms are the only reason why she doesn't fall to the ground as a wet puddle.

Phoebe came back to herself with one hand pressed between her breasts. She stared at Alain for a second before blinking rapidly and making her way back into her seat with the pens clutched in her hands.

"OH! I'm sorry. Am I disrupting your studies? I'll leave you alone and get back to my work." She pushed her glasses up her nose and put her hair back up in a messy bun on her head with the pens. She didn't realize that the way her arms raised made the small tank up pull up and show off a patch of her lower tummy. It also made her small breasts thrust higher for a moment. The plain white bra easily seen. Phoebe had a body that was small in most aspects except for her hips. Her hips were wider than the width of her shoulders and curvier than her chest. It gave her a distinct pear shape. Phoebe thought her body shape was odd and tried her best to hide it as much as possible.

 

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His intense eyes were upon her as she rose and sat down again. Revealing more of herself as she so clumsily worked on her hair, making it almost more of a mess than before. He let his eyes wander of over her bare belly, up to her breasts without even the slightest hint of discretion. Of course a gentleman was supposed to politely look away if a mishap like this one occurred to a lady. Phoebe was no lady though. She was just a little geek about to become his toy. And he liked what she was involuntarily exposing to him in her nervousness. She would look so lovely with her arms raised up like this, chained to the wall of his chalet’s master bedroom.

“You are the most welcome disruption a man could imagine”, he replied with a pleasant smile on his face, the smile of the wolf as he was about to prey upon little red riding hood. He actually could have stayed there and watched her for a good while more, watching her get more and more nervous with his eyes upon her, taking his liberties to study every inch of her as if she was a butterfly upon a pin.

But he had things to take care of now. One more class to attend, then a telephone conference with his legal team in London. The weekend though he planned to reserve for more entertaining issues. He had plans with innocent little Phoebe

“I will leave you to your studies now though”, he said softly, as he rose from his chair. “I learned a lot from you presentation in sociology class yesterday. Thank you for that”. Again he had a nice view of her from above as he with a smooth movement of his hand placed his card on top of the papers in front of her. His phone number and e-mail were on the front of it, together with his full name and titles, there was no address on it though. On the flipside was his handwritten invitation to her:

Dear Phoebe,

Forgive me for giving you such short notice. But you’ve made such a favorable impression upon me, that I’d like to invite you for a weekend together at my chalet. I’d feel honored if you accept my invitation. My driver will pick you up at 5.30 pm Friday afternoon at the north entrance of the park. Please don’t break my heart and be there.

Yours sincerely,
Alain

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe must have read the card a thousand times since she got it a few days ago. It felt like a dream. It's a dream right? When the one guy you have a crush on asks you out for a getaway weekend? Does anyone do that anymore?

She wiped nervous, damp fingers on her jeans. "I should just go for it. Take a chance. Live life. Won't know if I don't try, right?"

~ A few days ago, after the moment in the library. ~​

"What are you thinking about, honey?" Phoebe's Mom asked. It must have then the eighth time she spaced out during dinner. Phoebe couldn't stop thinking about Alain's invitation. The card was in her bookbag.

"Oh oh nothing. Nothing important." She pushed around the mashed potatoes until it became a small hill on her plate. Then scooped up the corn to pile on top of it like golden boulders. "Uh, I got an invite to go spend the weekend with a friend. I-I'm not sure if I should go or not."

"That's exciting! You've never been to a sleepover before. You should do it, honey. You work too hard. It's about time that you did something fun. I'm always telling you to live life instead of just reading about it in a book. It's good to take chances and try new things." said Mom.

Phoebe fiddled with her fork. Rolling it around in her hand. "I-I don't know, Mom. I have a lot going on with my classes and I don't know what to do at someone else's house..."

"Just be yourself and keep an open mind, Phoebe. When are you suppose to go?"

"Uhm. Friday after classes." She flattened the corn into the mash potatoes and took a bite.

"When do you get back?"

"I'm not sure. I think Monday? I'd have to check. I don't have classes on Monday, so I could stay longer but I haven't asked about that." Phoebe felt guilty about not saying that it was a BOY that asked her to hang out for a weekend. She didn't think her parents would be as open to her spending a weekend with a boy. Except, Alain wasn't just a boy. He was a man. A really beautiful, charismatic and smart man... "Huh uh what? Sorry. I wasn't listening."

"I was saying that you should just go for it and have fun. I love how much you are dedicated to doing your work and learning. BUT! It's okay to relax once in a while. I don't know if I've ever seen you just have fun, honey." Mom teased.

"Mom!" Phoebe groaned.

Phoebe shook her head, spending her golden brown hair swirling around her slim shoulders. She pushed her thick framed, square glasses back up her nose and went to find her carry on suitcase. "I'm going. If I don't take this chance, I may never get to tell him that I like him."

She wasn't sure what to pack. It was only a few days. She tried on all her clothes and thought that none of them were good enough. But they were her clothes and these are the things she wore. "If he likes me, he'll like me for who I am, right?"

At this rate, she's going to chew her bottom lip square off before she even see's Alain. Then, he'll be grossed out because she'll be a one lip wonder. Phoebe laughed at the ridiculous image in her head!

In the end, she packed away toiletries, several pairs of simple underthings, two summer dresses, a nightshirt, a couple of tank tops, two shirts and two skirts. She put in a pair of tan flip flops with colorful daises on the straps. Packing wouldn't be complete without a few books. She packed Engineering Materials, Innovative Designs for Environmentally Conscious Mechanics, and Amber - one of her favorite sci-fi/fantasy series.

~ Friday Afternoon, North Entrance to the Park ~​

Phoebe hated to be late for anything. She arrived at the park around 5 pm, set her simple black carry on down by the wooden bench and settled down to wait for Alain. She pulled out Amber and lost herself in the words of one of her favorite books.

 

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At 5.30 pm sharp – Alain always expected his employees to be absolutely punctual - a black Mercedes limousine slowly pulled up the soft slope that led towards to the park’s North entrance. Alain had picked this part because it usually was the least busy part of the park, especially late Friday afternoon when everybody was heading into the weekend. The driver, a tall man with sharp cut features, his eyes hidden behind mirror shades rolled down the window as the car came to a stop in front of Phoebe. “You must be Phoebe Adler.” The driver spoke, looking at her. The man had been seen at the university car park occasionally, picking Alain up after class. Usually Alain drove home on his own though. “I am Gregory”.

“Monsieur Pardaillan De Gondrin will be awaiting you at his chalet, he told me to pick you up here.” the drive told her in a voice that had a slight hint of a foreign – possibly French – accent to it. Quickly he was out of the car, holding the door to the backseat open for the young student. The car was spotlessly clean, its interior smelling of leather and exotic wood, just like it was brand new.

Meanwhile at the chalet, Alain leaned back in his Italian leather chair as he watched his staff prepare the table for his date. Everything had to be finished before Phoebe arrived, because he didn’t want anyone else in the house when she was there. It would be just him and his plaything, his geeky little toy. Cecilia was on the phone, telling him about her uncle’s new yacht and the exciting prospect of spending the last week of July there, sailing along the French and Italian Riviera. But Alain wasn’t really paying attention. This would not be a matter of pleasure, rather one of duty. An obligation to his name, his family. Helping to erase the blot that his father’s unwise marriage put on his line’s reputation.

What was ahead of Alain in the very near future on the other hand, was going to be pure fun. He smiled to himself as he recalled the blush on the inexperienced girl’s face, her nervous excitement at his compliments. He was her Prince Charming. But she had no idea what he was planning to do to her. Soon she’d find herself in situations even a little genius like her wouldn’t be able to expect or imagine.

Oh such fun, to toy with innocence.

“I miss you, too”, he lied into the telephone, blowing a kiss into the speaker before ending the call. Heading to the dressing room, he slipped out his $1,000 sweat pants, the only thing he wore right now, having a good a look at his bare, athletic body in the mirror, flexing his muscles a little. Then he reached for his burgundy pure silk boxers, putting them on before he donned the black Armani suit and white shirt. Alain decided to go without a tie tonight. He was already completely overdressed for a rendezvous with a commoner like her. But of course this was completely on intention.

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe wasn't sure what to wear. She didn't think it would be a good idea to wear pants. That left her to pick something out from a handful of dresses and skirts. It didn't seem like anything she owned would be nice enough to wear with Alain but it's what she had to work with. She finally decided to wear the white summer dress. She loved the puffed sleeves and flower lace border that lined the lower part of the skirt. She felt daring when she pulled the sleeves down to hug her arms and enjoyed the way the air moved through the lace border to tickler her legs like they weren't covered by the long skirt.

Underneath, she wore her standard matching, white cotton bra and bikini underwear. Phoebe braided her golden brown hair into a loose french braid and tied the end off with a turquoise flower scrunchie. She put on the dual stars necklace that her parents got her for her sixteenth birthday and simple white gold studs in her ears. She put on black mascara that made her eyes look bigger and pink lip gloss. Last of all, she inserted her feet into her favorite tan and brown sandals. They made her feel tall and elegant. Something she definitely was not.

Phoebe knew that she was a nerdy geek girl at heart and she was okay with that. She just hoped that Alain liked nerdy geek girls and that's why he invited her to spend time with him.

She was still surprised when the limo came to pick her up. A part of her thought that maybe it was all a dream and this wasn't actually happening. Gregory opened the door to the back and helped her to settle in. Then he easily put away the carry on and book bag in the trunk before asking her if she would like a drink during the drive.

Phoebe clutched her book tightly in her hands and shook her head no. Realized he may not be able to see her and say no out loud.

"The chalet will be a few hours drive out of the city. Please make yourself comfortable for the drive. If you need a refreshment or snack, there are some available for you in the mini-frig in the back." with that, Gregory closed the partition and began driving. The man had an interesting accent and a stern demeanor. Phoebe was more than happy to read her book and keep to herself.

The gates leading onto the estate were massive and it took a while for them to reach the front of the chalet from the entrance. It must have been a mile or more. Phoebe's eyes grew wider as she watched the scenery pass the car. It looked like the chalet was surrounded by a untamed forest. Yet, the chalet itself was a work of art in carefully designed gardens and beautifully paved courtyard with a fountain.

Gregory parked the car by the front doors. A pretty mix of carved wood and stain glass double doors with shiny brass accents. He took her hand and helped her out of the car. She was so busy looking around with wide eyes that she stumbled. He caught her before anything could happen and held her up until she was able to stand on her own.

"Thank you," she said, shyly. A blush flowered over her high cheeks. She nervously let his hand go. It was very strong.

He lead her to the front doors, opened them for her and waited for her to enter. Gregory directed Phoebe to a small sitting room. "Please wait here. Monsieur Pardaillan De Gondrin will be with you soon."

The room was made up of beautiful rich rosewood furniture. There was a built in shelves on one wall that were filled with books and knickknacks. Gregory was gone before she even remembered to say thank you and she was quickly lost in looking at the books.

 

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“A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it.” The voice came from behind her, as she stood there, lost in the study of his books. “An American said that, Edward P. Morgan,” Alain continued softly, with a slightly amused tone in his voice. He liked that quote. Because in the real world things could break. So easily. Thoughts. Hearts. People. Self-Esteem.

He’d soon test her breaking point, find out how much she could take.

“Welcome to my modest abode”, he added, his tone still amused, ironic. Modest was not really the right word. The chalet, while not being huge, like a manor, was still rather spacious for a weekend retreat. It was styled after one of his family’s places in the French alps. Wooden interiors, a little rustic, yet refined and perfected craftsmanship. Alain would settle for nothing less than excellence. He bowed slightly, looking great, yet maybe a bit too formal, in the black suit and the hand-tailored white shirt he was wearing. Italian leather shoes completed the outfit, and there again was a hint of that cologne. His hand took hers gently, and without his lips actually touching her flesh, he blew a kiss to her hand. Maybe he was overdoing this a bit. But he wanted to impress her, overwhelm her, weaken her defenses.

“You look stunning in your dress, I’ve never seen you like this”, he said as he took a step back, yet not letting go of her hand. Yet there was a notion of disapproval in the way he looked at her. Yes, she looked much better, impressively much better than she looked at college, her dress and makeup showed that she had finally put some effort into her outfit, instead of just running around like she didn’t care what others thought of her, what impression she created. But still, even though pretty, nothing of what she wore really bore a sign of class and refinement. But how could she, being just a commoner? A geeky little girl, lost in the world of her books.

“I hope you had a pleasant journey here”, he inquired politely. His fingers gently wrapped around hers, “You must be quite hungry after such a long ride”. He was leading her now by her hand. “Before we head for the dining room, I’d like to show you something though.” Alain was heading towards the sitting room’s small desk now, opening a drawer to pull out a thin, leather bound book, looking a bit like the menu of an expensive restaurant. He placed it on the black leather desk pad. “Please have a seat, dear Phoebe.”

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe felt like she jumped ten feet high in surprise when Alain first spoke. Her heart was hammering like a frightened goose and her cheeks radiated heat from the blush that covered her face.

She turned to find him standing close to her. Close enough that she had to look up in order to meet his gaze. He looked like he was contemplating something and still deciding what to do. He looked wonderful. He was dressed in a dark suit that fit him perfectly. It emphasized all of his build with clean lines that made him more dashing. She had an urge to reach up and thread her fingers in his hair. To trail her finger along that strong jaw. She wondered what his lips felt like. Would they be soft like hers?

“Welcome to my modest abode,”

"Thank you for inviting me. It's beautiful." said Phoebe. She pushed her glasses up on her nose. He still held her hand. How odd to feel delicate because of how much larger his hand was than hers. She felt a need to curtsy when he bowed before her but she didn't. She didn't really know how to curtsy but maybe she will learn. So she could curtsy to him the next time he bowed.

Time seemed to stop when he was bowed over her hand, his lips achingly close to her hand and she wanted it. She wanted to feel his lips on her skin. To only have her hand tingle from the passing of an air kiss.

She didn't know what to say when he complimented her on her dress. A smile bloomed and she ducked her head. The moment passed.

Phoebe sat down at the small desk and looked at the slender book placed upon it. She looked up at Alain. "What is it?" she asked, curious to see what's inside the leather binding.

 

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This slim book that was now resting upon the desk before her was the foundation of anything that was supposed to follow. These were his house rules. Alain believed that it was the right of the gentry to rule over the commoners. Not because of any metaphysics. There was no such thing as god-given right. But simply because of superior upbringing and more selective breeding. His line had been refined through the centuries, Alain could easily trace his ancestry back to Charlemagne.

But what would she know about all that? The young woman sitting before him was just here to be his toy, to amuse him. And to keep her in her place, rules were necessary.

“There, dear Phoebe, are my house rules.” Carefully he opened the book, revealing pages of white laid paper, all complete with the watermark of his house. “You may wonder why this is necessary. I understand your possible hesitation, and would absolutely feel the same if I was in your position. My family though insists on this. Some of my relatives had in the past been rather unwise in the choice of their partner.” He emphasized the word partner just a little to help creating the foolish hope in her that some lasting relationship could develop out of this.

“It would cause my poor old grandfather the greatest of grief if he read anything about our relationship in the yellow papers – the man already suffered a heart attack at my father’s divorce. So please do me the favour and sign this just as a precaution.” Leaning in over her, he studied her with his amber eyes, his hand gently placed on her shoulder.
The first pages of what was there in front of her was quite a solid block of legalese, dealing with the issues of secrecy. She was not allowed to tell anyone of his place for what they had done there. She’d be fined a heft fine if she did so, even more if said experiences were sold to a third party or shared on a social network. Furthermore she was not allowed to take pictures, or make audio recordings and had to hand all devices with which it was possible to do so to him right after signing this paper. While on his estate she’d have to comply with any of his instructions. Failing to comply with any given instruction would lead to sanctions as he seems fitting.

“Do not worry, should you feel uncomfortable with this arrangement now or at any point in the future, I can always call upon Gregory to take you back home”, he added, reaching for a golden pen to gently place it in her hand. “Please sign your name here, so we can finish this formality and head to the dining room.”

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe looked up at Alain. Her eyes drank him in with a girlish intensity of being close to someone she has admired from afar. She truly listened to him as he spoke and explained what was in the slim leather book. Her eyes grew wide behind her glasses at the implication that he may be interested in her! Could that be why she was invited? Did he like her and wanted to get to know her better? She only hoped that the invitation was issued to be a part of a group hangout and that she would have a chance to become friends with him. She didn't dare hope for more than that. Yet, here he was asking her to sign a non-disclosure contract...

She quickly read the papers and realized that it was a convoluted agreement to keep matters private. Nothing really happens unless she chooses to share whatever she experiences with someone else that's not part of the visit. It must be a way to keep their lives away from prying eyes. She never thought about what it would be like to be someone with a title and money. How much of his life is up for grabs for the public to devour like it wasn't a part of a person's life but pure entertainment?

She easily signed her signature in elegant cursive with the golden pen. Phoebe closed the book and gave Alain a shy smile. "Here you go. Do you want my smartphone now or after dinner?"

 

[Purifier]

Standing behind the young woman, Alain watched Phoebe study the agreement he had placed before her. It amused him to watch her, as she sat there, her think glasses so close to the paper as she read. She read fast though. For a moment he wondered if she had been able to grasp everything written there in such a short time. But she was quite a brainy little geek after all. She would have quickly understood the words, even though lacking the experience to know what implications they might have for her.

As she finally signed her name at the bottom, Alain smiled and leaned down, to gently place the hint of a kiss upon her bare neck. “Well done”, he said into her ear softly, “now our fun can begin.” Well his fun, for sure. “Be so kind and switch of your phone as well as any other electronic devices you might carry on you and hand them to me now, I will lock them away here.” He looked at the drawer of the wooden desk. His strong hands gently caressed her shoulders as he added. “Nothing shall compromise our privacy.”

When all that was done, and her phone locked in the desk securely, he reached his hand out to her to help his guest up from her seat. “Now let me lead you to the dining room, my dear Phoebe”. He held the door open for her, leading her along a corridor that was in the same style as the sitting room where she had waited for him. Rosewood, heavy carpets, a few paintings – all by European masters – that depicted the simple rustic life of the countryside.

“While you are here, I may sometimes have requests for you that may seem rather peculiar or even odd to you,” he told her in rather conversational tone as he lead her through his house. “I do beseech you though to follow them without hesitation, as you doing so will benefit us both.” He smiled at her softly, turning towards her for a moment. “You will soon see what I mean.”

Even though the chalet itself was quite spacious, the room he now led her into was rather moderately sized. A fireplace provided warmth, a simple silver chandelier illuminated the room. One wall was a window front, facing the terrace outside. It was dark outside now, but a few lights on the terrace made it possible to at least catch a few glimpses of how steep the mountain was into which the chalet was build. Apart from those on terrace there was no light whatsoever outside, no hint of any other human dwelling within view. During the day there must have been a marvellous panoramic view of the mountainscape from this place.

Before they reached the table, he stopped and turned towards her one more time. “You might wonder what has brought me to invite you here, as was are not of the same social class or circle of friends, and haven’t talked much before.” He smiled and very gently reached out to take her hands in his. “It was that moment in the library, when you knelt down before me to pick up your pens. Such a brief moment, so fleeting. You looked so beautiful from that perspective, like someone who has found her place.”

Her hands still in his, he lead her a little closer to the table. It was a small table, just big enough for two, a single white candle placed in the centre, but not yet lit. Oddly though, there was only one chair. Placed beside it on the ground was a single purple velvet pillow brimmed with golden threads…

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe felt him lean come closer to her and then she felt the lightest press of lips on her neck. Goosebumps scattered over her arms and it seemed as if all her senses were suddenly a hundred times stronger than normal. She could swear that Alain's cologne surrounded her. She stood up, not looking at Alain, afraid that she couldn't hide any of her feelings and went to her bags. She pulled out her smartphone, sent a quick message to her parents that she's fine and turned off the phone before handing it to Alain.

It was odd that she couldn't have her phone with her during her stay but it wasn't something she had to have. It wouldn't hurt her to go without for a few days.

“It was that moment in the library, when you knelt down before me to pick up your pens. Such a brief moment, so fleeting. You looked so beautiful from that perspective, like someone who has found her place.” Alain's voice changed. It became deeper. As if unspoken desires thicken his voice and caused his voice to be saturated with them.

She looked around with wide, curious eyes and tried to take everything in without giving away that it was all startling new experience for her. She wondered what kind of view would be seen from the windows. She made a note to check in the morning.

Each time Alain took a step, the weight of his body and strength pulled her along and she felt like she was in a dream. For it would have to be a dream when you get to walk with a prince holding your hand.

They came to a stop by a small elegant table but there was only one chair there. A velvet pillow with golden threads was placed by the chair. She finally raised her gaze and looked for answers in the face of her host. "Alain... are we eating here?"

 

[Purifier]

“Yes we do”, he replied to her question. “Go ahead, take off your shoes and kneel on the pillow already while I get the food from the kitchen.” Completely ignoring her confusion, he said these words as if it was the most normal thing, as if that was the usual way of having dinner together.

This was his house, his rules after all. And this little geek girl better not start to doubt them or she’d quickly find herself in the back of his car again, with Gregory taking her home. Getting to learn her place, from the very beginning on was essential. Everything else would ruin the whole weekend. He had plenty plans with her, plans that would require even more of her cooperation then just kneeling at feet for dinner, and things that would be much more uncomfortable for her than this soft velvety cushion. Over the course of this weekend he really wanted to test out how far she’d be willing to go, how far he could take her.

“Is there anything you don’t eat?” he went on, already on his way to the kitchen, not even yet looking back to see if she was following his order. “Vegetarian, allergies, religious taboos?” If she only ate kosher food he’d have to improvise. But everything else he had had his cook prepare enough of, just before Anselm send her on her way to have the chalet all for himself and his guest. In the kitchen a three course lamb dinner awaited him on the stove, ready to be served.

The first course was an onion soup, prepared after old French recipe. Anselm managed to balance the tureen with the steaming hot soup hot soup in one hand, the small basket filled with white bread in his other one. He had first considered to impress the girl with something more posh and luxurious, like oysters or caviar. But why, really? He had no need to overdo it. This soup was much more fitting for their surroundings, it was something their old cook used to serve at family gatherings at the chalet in the Alps.

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe's hands sank into the folds of her dress. Bunching the material into crumples of soft cotton. The whole situation was strange due to the fact that it wasn't anything like she had ever experienced before but this visit was getting stranger with each passing moment.

Lightning quick, she weighed the choices and she didn't like any of them. She could go home and leave this whole thing behind. Most likely ending whatever potential there was with Alain and never know why he asked her to be here with him. She could go along with his requests and if... well if it became too strange, she could always go home. Either way, she had choices.

As Alain came back into the room with food, she was placing her sandals by the wall. She walked back to the cushion barefoot and sat indian style on it. Phoebe settled the skirt of the dress around her. She looked like a Fairy child sitting in a cloud of white. The only thing she was missing was a crown of flowers on her head.

"I'm allergic to peanuts. If I eat them, I break out in hives. Other than that, I enjoy good food. May I ask what we're having?" Phoebe inquired softly from her seat on the floor. "Can I help? I..I'm not used to waiting and being served."

 

[Purifier]

A smile of triumph appeared on his face as he saw her on the pillow. It looked quite cute actually. Setting down the food on the table, he replied to her. “No peanuts for you, girl. Don’t worry”, he said. Having her break out in hives would have possibly brought him sadistic amusement. But he was pretty sure there were none in any of the dishes.

“And no, no need to. You are my guest. You stay where you are”, he added as he uncorked the wine. It was a French wine, a 2013 Domaine Weinbach Pinot Gris Alsace. The ideal pairing for a French onion soup. He doubted she’d notice. But for him these details were important. “If you insist on helping, you can do the dishes later”, he said pouring a bit of wine into one of the elegant Dartington crystal glasses.

One hand reached out to gently run through her hair, playing with it as he said, “you really look fantastic like this.” It really seemed like this was her natural position. At his feet. She would soon learn to enjoy it as much as he did. “I don’t think you are kneeling though”, he added in mild admonishing as he had his eyes move all over her crosslegged figure.

“I am sure you can to this”, he added softly, as if she was a child, being encouraged to learn something new, like swimming or riding a bike for the first time. “And then, have a taste of the wine. My father recommended it to me”, he said as he brought the glass down to her lips. “Tell me what you think of it.” Alain was not a heavy drinker. But a glass of good French wine was an essential part of a worthy dinner. And he also wanted to see what the wine did to Phoebe, if it made her lose her inhibitions and overcome her shyness. Possibly making it even easier for him to toy with her.

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe cringed inside when she felt Alain's disapproval of the way she was sitting on the cushion. While he poured a wine into a glass, she quickly changed positions and knelt on the cushion. It was a bit of a balancing act. The cushion was larger than the width of her legs together but it was very thick. It took a moment to figure out how to kneel on it and not fall over. As she was redistributing the skirt of her dress, Alain pushed the edge of the wine glass to her lips.

She's had wine a few times but the taste wasn't something she enjoyed. It seemed that most alcoholic drinks were made to taste bad rather than good. She didn't quite understand the appeal of getting drunk.

“Tell me what you think of it.” he said as he made her drink the wine. She wasn't ready to drink and part of it spilled over her lips, down her chin and spotted her dress. She quickly swallowed to avoid spilling any more of it. The wine was smooth and full of fruity flavors that she didn't know how to define. She drank half the glass before she knew it. The dark liquid sank into her body and made a warm pool inside.

She licked her lips before she looked up at Alain and said, "Oh! That was tasty! It felt so smooth and there wasn't the bitter acidic taste to it that I've had before. Thank you for sharing the wine with me, Alain. I.." She looked down shyly. "Can I have a napkin? I'm afraid I spilled some of the wine on myself."

 

[Purifier]

She really was such a clumsy little geek. Totally unused even on how to properly drink wine. At least it was a white wine, a pinot gris, the stains being less visible on her white dress. But still it bothered him somewhat. Alain was rather obsessed with cleanliness. He took his napkin and reached down, “let me take care of this”, he said, like he wasn’t trusting her with it herself, and carefully began to carefully clean up the wine from her dress, soaking up each little spot of wine. At least as much as possible. He wasn’t able to clean it up completely like this, but it was better than nothing.

Alain was glad he had ordered a number of outfits to be tailored for her, to be worn by her later on. He wouldn’t have been able to look at her in a dirty dress all weekend.

Then he rose to sit up again, “I am sure you want some soup, too”, he said with a smile on his lips again. “Sit up straight, hand behind your back and look up at me”, he instructed her, picking up a spoonful of the onion soup, but waiting until she had completely complied before he brought the spoon to her lips. He didn’t want her to soil herself even more.

Apart from the slightly soiled dress, she looked really lovely now, kneeling as she did. “You may find all this a bit unusual, but it really is the best way to do this. You will soon see for yourself”. He softly explained, then leaned in to her, placing a kiss upon her forehead even before he even offered her the first spoonful of soup. He knew he’d enjoy feeding her this way. At least if she managed not to spill the food or drink again.

 

[Vailyn]

Phoebe wasn't sure what to do when Alain started to wipe up the drops of wine from her dress. It wasn't appropriate. He was touching her chest and yet he didn't touch her like he was groping her. He was sincerely wiping up the drops that she had inadvertently spilled.

When he told her to put her hands behind her back, she thought she didn't hear him correctly. But he stopped doing anything and just waited. She hesitantly put her hands behind her back and clasped her hands together. It made her straighten up her back, putting more of her weight over her feet than calves and caused her chest to stand out more.

Everything about the way they were made her think about her body in a way that she never had before. Like, she didn't know that her skin would tingle just from imagining Alain touching it. Or the way it felt like those tingles spread down her body to her womb when he did touch her...

Left uncertain by all the strange things happening, Phoebe was careful to take each spoonful of soup from Alain so that she wouldn't spill it.

"Aren't you going to eat, Alain? I feel odd being the only one eating. I... I can feed myself you know."

 

[Purifier]

Having her finally kneel exactly as he wanted to, Alain studied Phoebe from above. There certainly was some potential in her. More then he might have realized before. Properly trained she could become even more enjoyable then he had thought. The greatest pleasure of all was the process of taking her there though, the training, molding her to his wishes.

“Yes I will eat, too. We will share our meal you and I”, after saying this he took a spoonful of the soup for himself, savoring it while his eyes rested on her. “It’s always good to share”, he added, a smile on his face, “especially with someone you care about”.

“Just stay in your position, you really look magnificent like this. I will feed you. You deserve a man who takes good care of you.” He gently played with her hair again, it was something he really liked doing, then continued to share the soup with her, one spoonful for him, one spoonful for her. He shared the wine in a similar manner, but made sure she always drank a bit more than him.

It really was a pleasure to share such a delicious meal with her, his sweet little geeky plaything. When the soup was all but finished, he took a piece of bread, swiping it through the bowl to soak up the remaining soup. He brought the bread to her lips, very careful to not have any soup drop on her dress or the carpet below her. “Open up”, he said with a smile, gently feeding her the bread with his fingers. His fingertips brushed against her lip, tracing it gently as he did so, his eyes gazing into hers deeply.

 

[Vailyn]

Care about. The words rebounded in her mind over and over again. A heart swelled with delight and the smile that bloomed on her face glowed with her happiness.

Alain cares about her? He has feelings for her?

It's like a dream come true.

What he was asking her to do was odd and it was very strange to be fed. She was taught how to feed herself as a very young child. No one has fed her since she was two. Yet, Phoebe could see how happy it made him to do this for her. It made her want to please him.

This way, they shared a spoon and glass. It made her feel hot inside to know that they were using the same things. It was like an indirect kiss.

What if he kisses her? Will he kiss her? Her lips burned with the need to feel him. She couldn't help but touch her lips at the thought and stare at Alain's lips. Would she have her first kiss?

His compliments made her blush and she could see how he enjoyed her blushes. That just made her blush more. It seemed as if her body was on fire from everything that was happening. The heat on her face, the warmth in her belly and the tingling along her skin... Maybe this is what it was like to be in love.

He had the most beautiful eyes. Thick lashes surrounded his eyes and she couldn't help but stare into them as he gazed at her. There was warmth in his eyes and gentleness in the way he fed her. When he poised the bit of bread to her lips, she opened wide for him to give it to her and slowly closed her lips on the tips of his fingers. She didn't know why she did it but she sucked his fingers as they left her mouth and gained the faintest taste of his skin.

 

[Purifier]

Gently his fingertips brushed against her tongue as he felt her lips suck on his digits. Amber eyes watched her with amused interest. Withdrawing his fingertips slowly, he told her softly, “I hope you like lamb, my dear Phoebe.” Studying her he smiled. Lamb certainly was appropriate. She was his sweet lamb, gazing up to him with dreamy eyes, looking so sweet and so delicious. And he was the wolf. The big bad, hungry wolf.

Before getting up to bring in the main course, he leaned in to her, placing a soft kiss upon the girl’s forehead. “Be a good girl and stay exactly like this. I’ll be back shortly and don’t want to catch you moving while I am away. You look perfect like this.” This said he headed to the kitchen. The main course was slowly roasted lamb with Bordeaux caramel. The fragrance of the meat and the wine already making his mouth water as he carried the plate into the dining room. The lamb was accompanied by a sauté of fresh spring vegetables, spring onions, chickpeas and artichoke. For wine he had gone with the obvious choice of a heavy Bordeaux.

Meticulously he placed everything on the table in perfect arrangement, then sat down, starting to cut the meat to feed her again, piece by piece, meat and vegetables. And of course the wine. A 2006 Château Trotte Vieille, a wine with a fragrance of ripe dark fruit and elegant oak. Tasting it one could make out the aromas of tobacco, earth, herbs and red berries.

“Is this the first time you’ve been invited to a dinner date?” He asked the young woman that was kneeling beside him, between two sips of the Bordeaux.