Viscount Grayson wanted a pure virgin girl to marry. However he got me instead. Despite the warnings that cross-dimensional summoning was unstable at best, he threw a fortune at it. And I was not that girl.
I spent my days in a stone room, with only a bed and a small table for company. I was to be sold to a brothel. Servants would come down for "training".
"Wanna suck on this?" Loud laughter filled my ears as I coughed and gagged. "You're the worst throathole I've ever fucked, bitch." Strong hands hit me constantly and laughed when I cried. Other times they would dare me to do degrading things for a shiny coin.
One day the Viscount summoned me. "You have been sold to Lord Whitford." His eyes filled with mock concern. "It's a pity. He's a murderer, you know. I suppose he wanted a ruined whore to satiate his bloodlust." He looked away. "A bath has been drawn. Go on, try to look your best."
I had a warm bath and got dressed in a beautiful red gown with gold trim. This Lord Whitford paid for my dress as part of the agreement. I was quickly bundled into the carriage. No one came to say goodbye. We rode to the gates of a large mansion. A guard inspected our carriage.
"Only the lady is permitted beyond this point." Shocked gasps and grumbles arose from my escorts. "These are Master's rules, I'm afraid." At least it was a nice sunny day outside. "It's about a forty minute walk, my lady." The guard said. "We will escort you."
The surrounding areas were filled with beautiful flowers and trees. Birds chirped and bathed in the cool mist of a large fountain.
"It's so big!" I murmured in awe. He must be a very rich man. As we approached the front, a line of servants bowed to us.
"Welcome to your new home, my lady!" They chorused. One man, presumably the most senior ranking by the gold on his uniform and hat, stepped up to shake my hand.
"Master is in the drawing room, my lady. Please follow me." We head inside the large building as I did my best to make sense of the situation. Just yesterday I was a mere unwanted girl. Was I really living a Cinderella story?
A handsome man sat on couch wearing an elegant white ruffled shirt and black pants. He beckoned me to sit beside him. His hair was tied back in a long ponytail. He looked every inch a noble.
"Do you hurt anywhere?" I shook my head. Nothing was broken or too damaged. The men didn't want a woman "wallered out" as a whore anyway. "Let me explain to you my...situation for buying you. I can't sleep at night. You will be my bedfellow." My concern must have shown on my face. "Fear not. Do you know what the most beautiful sound in the world is?" I shook my head again. "It is the sound of a woman's pleasure." I think back to all the porn I've watched. That sound didn't sound all that beautiful to me. "Unfortunately, men are taught to fear that sound. It emasculates them, strips them of their power. But I-" He lifted my hand to his lips. "I am not afraid. Let me teach you that power, bit by bit."
***
I had been at Lord Whitford's house for two weeks. He treated me well. I was always his bedpartner and adored treasure. Money was no object. The finest clothes and jewels all went into making me happy. As someone who was a mere shy nerd in my home world, it was a little much.
"My spy is coming home tonight." Lord Whitford's face beamed. "You'll like him. He does not discriminate." I knew he had a spy. Spying on other houses was both a way to gather information and a pastime of some nobles. However, my Lord was a mage. What did he need a spy for? The windchimes chimed strangely outside.
Ding. Ting. Ting.
It sounded like someone made them chime via their own hand. Was there an animal on the roof?
"That's him." He opened the front door. There stood a handsome tall man with long blond hair and dark brown robes. His smile was almost playful, yet seductive. Yet there was something familiar about his almost feminine features and sparkling eyes. He entered and kissed my Lord's hand.
"I am home, my Alaric."
Alaric was his name, but I didn't feel comfortable enough calling him that yet. For one thing we barely knew each other. Secondly, a man with a big house and many servants deserved some respect. Obviously, this spy knew him very well, quite well indeed. I stepped forward.
"Allow me to introduce my bedfellow, Hera." Alaric guided me to his side. Now that we were closer, I could see that the spy had silver eyes. "I assume you've met her before, Esen?"
"W-What are you talking about?" I asked, my dark brown eyes widening.
Esen merely smiled and took my hand. "Do you remember that one night when a mysterious stranger entered your dungeon?"
"You mean- ", I remember that night well. That day, all the servants talked about a beautiful dancer in between berating me. I huddled under the blankets, shivering with cold as I tried to bring on sleep. Suddenly there were footsteps. The door softly opened to reveal a woman-no, a man. Whoever they were, they didn't seem like my usual visitor. "Who?" I whispered softly. They shushed me.
"Even whores deserve gifts." They reached into a satchel and pulled out a soft warm red blanket. "Fear not. You will be rescued soon." They bent down and kissed my cheek. "A gift from your future rescuer." Their face lit up in a smirk. Soon they were gone without a sound. I looked up at the moon, the only light shining into my small window. I knew that most whores didn't get gifts for free.
"That was you?" Come to think of it, his silver eyes did glow that night as he placed a hand on my dark hair.
He nodded "I was on a mission. To find a bedfellow for my Alaric. He smirked mockingly. "He wanted a real woman. I thought I'd do just fine, but nooo."
Alaric cleared his throat. "Let's go into the sitting room where there's space." The three of us soon sat in comfortable chairs talking about my life in this great mansion.
"I suppose you know of my small request." Esen began.
"If she approves of it."
Esen turned to me. "I want to see if he's been taking care of you properly in the bedroom."
I blush. How was
that
a small request? "M-My Lord has been taking good care of me almost every night!"
Esen smirked mockingly again. "
Almost
