“Perhaps a little less than a whole bottle for tonight, Charlotte,” Kassandra chuckled softly, amused by the young submissive’s enthusiasm. “Perhaps it does. It is a rare celebration that allows the entire family to join together,” she nodded. Carefully, she picked up a bottle of Merlot and poured herself a glass. “You are quite the enabler,” she chuckled before taking a small sip.
Lottie just grinned at the joke, though she did glance up the table to see what was on offer. Smiling brightly as Kassandra poured herself a drink Lottie didn’t think it would do the older submissive any harm to relax a little. “It’s not often anyone listens to my advice,” she laughed, amused at the delicate little sip that Kassandra took. “I can make you something else if you feel like being brave?” Lottie added as she took a few steps towards the other bottles.
Jim just looked at her over the edge of the glass as if she’d said the most obvious thing ever. Which in a way, she had. “Yeah, no shit. That’s what the Watch do. Doesn’t mean you give them an easy option to yank you around. Even shit that doesn’t stick still stinks.” Jim was probably a little biased, but he’d never had any good interactions with a Watch member and plenty of experience with being hounded for no reason at all.
Lottie gave a loud sigh, “Yeah alright, I’ve already had all this from Spencer. I’ll be a good girl and stay out of their way.” She took a long drink, shuddering slightly as the burn travelled down her throat. “You won’t tell Oz will you?” she asked suddenly, a younger and more unsure edge to her voice. “Spencer said he wouldn’t and you and him are about the only ones who know so….”
That reaction was concerning. Lottie looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But maybe she was just a ball of nerves from the whole encounter. “You really do need to stay far away, Lottie, understood? Do nothing that will draw the Commander’s attention.” Spencer looked at her pointedly. “If he continues to harass you I will insist on speaking with him. Just be happy I have no intention of telling Lord Oz.”
“Understood Sir,” she agreed in a whisper. Of course she had no intention of telling Spencer anything further but she understood what it was he wanted. She let out a long breath as he mentioned not letting Oz know about it. “Thank you,” she replied, relieved that there was no reason yet for her not to get back her property from Oz, after all money was getting tighter and she was going to need some income soon. “Can I go now?” she asked, her eyes wide and innocent as she knew he couldn’t resist.
Valentine met the girl’s eye, nodding at her thank: “You’re
very welcome, Charlotte.” He returned biting a laugh, that threatened to leave
his lips at this very polite exchange when their previous ones had been nothing
of the sort. And if he was to judge by how the girl behaved around his men, she
wasn’t really used to schooling her tongue.
The little sniffle to
her breaths when his hand landed over the now sensitive skin that wound soon
turn sore, sent a particular twitch to his cock, that only stiffened further
when the girl pushed her ass for him.
“That’s a good girl,” The Commander’s words spoken more out
of instinct than thought, encouraging. He moved Lottie’s hands higher on her
back, making the strain more demanding.
The polite reply in other circumstances would have produced a smart remark but she was far too busy thinking about the heat building in her ass and her lower stomach.
Her ass hurt a lot now as the smacks continued to rain down across her scarlet skin. She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer as the pain reached greater heights and though it was only his hand the continued pressure over the same areas repeatedly made it feel worse. Stretched out further as he held her hands on position she had to fight her thoughts of being held and teased by him further. Keeping those thoughts at bay were becoming increasingly difficult though as he muttered small words of praise.
Valentine’s hands tightened around the girl’s wrist in a wordless reassurance that no, he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The tiny gasps of sound that escaped her when his hand contacted with her skin harder, needled a familiar desire under his skin. A smile, unconsciously, slipped on the man’s lips as he painted Charlotte’s bottom even redder. The skin already well rosy, was soon flush and on it’s way to a shade that he would deem satisfactory.
And if his fingers occasionally caught on the hems of her panties, Val deemed that a complete accident. He allowed his palm to rest over the swell of her skin for a moment, feeling the heat that radiated into his hand.
“You’ve got a really pretty skin, Charlotte.” He observed she had the type of delicate pale complexion that would’ve looked lovely with cane welts.
As the hits became harder Lottie couldn’t stop the odd moan escaping her lips. His fingers brushed over the edge of her panties on more than one occasion and those accidents were doing nothing to help Lottie’s focus.
When his hand rested on her bare skin she could feel the lingering sting that she loved so much. Biting her lip as the warmth of his hand mixed with the heat of her skin and she wondered if she would have any bruising.
His compliment surprised her but she turned her head to catch his eye, “Thank you Sir.” She was slipping into the head space she needed and as he started to spank her again his hand began to bounce off areas which had already been marked and the pain started to build. Her eyes began to water though she pushed her ass up a little to encourage him further at the same time.
“Then I believe you might be in search of the bottle on the farther end of the table,” Kassandra offered, a delicate hand gesturing in the appropriate direction. “My parents had a wine collection, so I learned early on about which types of wine pair well with certain foods. I personally only drink it during special occasions,” she clarified with a small chuckle.
“A whole bottle, that does sound good,” Lottie teased as she looked down to where the spirits were arranged. “I see and does today count as a special occasion?” the younger woman asked with a hint of amusement.
Dylan quirked an eyebrow at the submissive. “Gin and tonic,” she answered candidly. “Boring, I know.”
“Not if it works for you. I’ve always preferred vodka to gin myself though.” She held up her glass for a second before taking a drink. “You must be this new family member I heard about. I’m Lottie.”
It had been a while since Kassandra last attended a Montague event. Even after her return back to Verona, she seldom showed up even if her parents were in attendance themselves. But, given the recent news with Lord Montague, she felt it was important to show support.
Idling by the side, Kassandra spotted Charlotte by the bar and so decided to approach the young lady. When she heard the question, she took a glance at the bottle in question. “I believe that would be white zinfandel,” she replied with a smile. “Are you much of a wine drinker?”
Lottie scrunched her nose at the idea of the wine, “Not so much. I’d rather have vodka or shots. I’ve never really got into the whole civilised glass of wine with dinner. You look as if you would know your way around a wine cellar though,” she smiled with a small laugh, the older submissive always seemed so much more refined than she was.
Lottie could think of plenty of places she would rather have spent the evening. In light of recent events being surrounded by her family was the last place she wanted and she had thought up multiple excuses to give to avoid going. However once the news had broken about Lord Oz and Megan she knew that there had to be solidarity in numbers so here she was. At least there was plenty of good food and booze. “What do you think is in that bottle?” she mused out loud as she tried to chose her next drink.
Dylan had never been to a family gathering before, much less a feast. It was the first time she’d been in the company of the entire Montague clan – and while it should have felt like she was in enemy territory, especially given her reluctant loyalty to Madam Celeste, it strangely… didn’t. Somehow Dylan was able to compartmentalize her affiliations with both the Montagues and the Romanos.
That didn’t mean it wasn’t the least bit awkward. Dylan still didn’t know how she would be received by the Montagues. Some of them she could call friends, sure… but it was a large family, and she’d already met at least one with whom she didn’t get along. There were bound to be more like that.
Dylan sat to the side, drink in hand, watching the gathering from a safe distance. If she was lucky, she’d learn something about Bianca Navarre.
There were surprisingly few Montagues that Lottie had many dealings with, maybe because she didn’t live in the Tower or maybe just she couldn’t be bothered. Either way she felt like she should probably make something of an effort and spotting the woman on her own went over and sat down. “What are you drinking?” she asked.
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