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Victoria seriously doubted it, she really did. It felt like something was going inside her and up to her stomach; every time Lord Claringdale inserted in further, she caught her breath, and tried to fight against it; but she couldn't, she was now his to do as he pleased. Philip began to get faster as his fingers gripped her firm ass, and told her,
“Just relax, to get past this level of training all you have to do is accept.”
Victoria tried, she felt part of her will give in to him, and as she did, the whole situation began to feel good to her. She was chained with a Lord doing as he pleased with her toned body, his penis up her in a place she'd never had a man's length before, and suddenly, she felt excited and needed more of it. As Philip thrust into her, she felt it touch somewhere inside she'd never known could be pleasurable, it must have been some kind of anal G-spot, she guessed. She'd heard about it before from some gay friends, but she had no idea it would feel this good, or that a woman could experience it. Victoria started to pant and raise her head up, she felt as if she was trying to grasp onto something, and Philip sensed he had finally turned his anal virgin into the willing sub he needed her to be.
Fucking her harder, Philip shouted,
“This is how I break-in a wild mare, riding it hard and making sure it bends to my will, as you now are!”
Victoria could only scream back at him,
“Fuck me Philip, please fuck me! Do what you will with me, but just fuck me!”
Philip started slapping her ass at the same time, in much the same way as a cowboy would thrust his spurs into a horse to make it go faster, only it was Lord Claringdale who was getting faster and faster. Victoria started to writhe under him, trying to move away but not really actually wanting to. It was just the feeling was driving her insane and desirous of that final wave of pleasure about to hit her. Several more spanks later, with her pulling at her own hair, her wrists still chained, Victoria came hard. Even Philip couldn't hold her on the stool as her body's reaction was so strong she threw herself off and onto the floor, curling up into a ball with her body shaking in ecstasy. But Philip wasn't done with her yet, he hadn't finished this phase of her training.
As she was still on the floor shaking, Philip got down on his knees and brought his cock to bear on her soaking wet pussy. Victoria's body jerked, not having expected it; she looked up at him, his eyes were wild with aggression and desire, and as he leaned on her hips for support with his hand, he began to fuck her hard, making sure each time his hips forcefully met hers. Victoria was still feeling the orgasm from her back-passage, but now an altogether more familiar one was coming. The sweat was dripping off his face and muscular chest, as he strained and almost uncontrollably grabbed at her tits. Philip bore over her and then sunk his teeth into her neck, biting hard, as he felt her wet tightness around his length, and she in turn, felt every millimeter of him inside her. Victoria wanted to grab her own ass cheek and pull it up, to try to get more of him in, but she couldn't, she could only shout at him,
“Deeper! Deeper!”
Philip lowered the angle of his hips and got the full eight inches into her, fucking her as hard as he could. Her pussy shuddered, along with her body, and she orgasmed again, trying to scream... but no sound came out of her. Philip was also at a point-of-no-return, and then... suddenly, came inside her; his legs shaking and losing all the power in them, as the power went directly into her. Victoria felt his warm cum inside. No man was allowed to cum inside her, but the fact that Philip gave her his aristocratic seed showed her that he felt she was worthy, she must have really impressed him with her subservience, she hoped.
Philip slumped onto Victoria, and put his arm around her, holding her, as they both shook on the floor. And there they remained, until the next morning when there was a knock on the door and the sound of Perkins calling for the master. Philip got up and unchained Victoria, who had remained that way all night, with Philip's arms also around her like warm and all-encompassing chains, the type of chains that she had always craved.
“Philip, what happens if I'm pregnant?” She asked, remembering what had happened the previous night.
Philip helped her up by the hand and kissed her on the lips, but said nothing to her. Victoria wondered if that was also part of her training. Was it somehow connected, or had he just done it instinctively, wanting to feel himself coming in her, so he could feel he was truly dominating her.
Philip walked her back to her room and told her to take a shower, and that he would contact her for the next stage of her training very soon.
“Why don't I just come here next time and we can continue. I'll be in London again in two weeks.”
Victoria really wanted to see him again, and soon. But Philip, his jaw set and looking firm again, explained,
“No Victoria. The next time will not be here. I will have to arrange for you to meet some very powerful people for the next stage.”
“Powerful people?” Victoria repeated, curious as to what people they were, “What kind of powerful people, and what do they have to do with my training Philip?”
“Royal people Victoria. That's all I can tell you at this stage.”
Turning away from her and walking down the corridor, Victoria felt a pang. Would he contact her, would he care if she was actually pregnant? She almost said something, but she knew it was useless, Lord Philip Claringdale was his own man, and no one, and certainly not her, could bend his will.
...
In her room, Victoria noticed the many missed calls on her phone from Cindy. She was obviously worried about her, after all, she'd only gone out for cigarettes but had not returned. She quickly texted her a message, and told her she'd be back soon, and not worry.
The driver was waiting for her as Perkins took her outside. Philip was in a meeting, and couldn't send her off. He'd told Perkins to send his apologies. In the car, she thought about the royal connection Philip had spoken of. She'd met a few royals before, usually just having to curtsy after some performance as they walked down a line of people and shook their hands, and made small talk. But she wondered how any royal could be involved in her training. She tried thinking of all kinds of scenarios but knew it was useless, Philip would make sure she found out when it was time for her to.
With the English countryside passing by outside the window once more, Victoria put her hand - almost unconsciously - on her abdomen, thinking of Philip coming inside her. She rested her head on the window of the car as some doubts about the whole situation came to mind. Was this really what she should be doing at this time in her life, she asked herself, and did Philip really care? Or would he care if she told him she were pregnant? She didn't know. She still didn't have the answers. The more time she spent with Philip, the more questions seemed to arise. She realized she was in too deep, and trying to distract herself, traced her finger along the condensation on the car window, forming the name: 'Philip'...
The Connection
The allure of London weighed heavily on Victoria's mind. She'd always liked the city, despite the rain, despite the stodgy food, despite herself. Her father had always seemed more English than American in some ways. He'd been a strong disciplinarian and quite distant throughout most of Victoria's childhood. His almost regimental treatment of her and her older brother had sometimes made the pair of them feel like putting one foot out of place or saying the wrong word would arouse his ire and disapproval. This had been one of the factors that had in fact made Victoria one of the hardest workers and perfectionists in the business.
She was never late, she always said the right thing, and she was above all, the consummate professional. It had won her strong social connections with all the right people, and had been one of the major reasons she was always booked for the high profile shows that had led to her fame. But it was tiring always being perfect and controlled, in word and action. All the men that were attracted to her seemed somehow weaker than her, that was, until she'd met Philip Claringdale. If anything, he was far more controlled and measured than she was. She wondered what his upbringing had been like, and if it had been in anyway similar to her own. Unfortunately, she hadn't really had much of a chance to ask him about his childhood or too much of anything else either! He was always distant, but it was his flashes of passion and certain looks he'd give her sometimes, that seemed to draw Victoria further into his world.
Going through the channel tunnel from Paris to London, Victoria absentmindedly flicked through her magazine and then realized looking at clothes and pictures of other models, and even of herself in one ad, was no useful form of escapism from her job at all. In Paris, one of her ex lovers had taken her out on the town, just for 'old times sake', he'd said; but it had soon turned into him trying to seduce her. Had it not been for Philip, she'd probably have gone back with him to his penthouse apartment on the Champs-Elysees. She'd always liked that apartment of his, and the fact that he was one of the few non-gay fashion designers in Paris certainly helped. The view at night from his balcony was enchanting, with the arc de triomphe at one end, and the throng of night time shoppers below. Sipping champagne with him on the balcony had been one of the things she had always looked forward to about going to Paris, and Sacha was rather easy on the eye. He'd always been one of those 'casual sex friends' she would see when they were both in the same city. It was just something they had slipped into since they'd broken up. But when he had tried to touch her face as they stood beside the Seine river that night, one week previous, she'd felt cold, but it wasn't the wind or the autumn chill, it was the fact that another man was touching her that wasn't Lord Philip. The truth was, nothing in the contract had required her to be technically faithful, and she'd honestly not thought of the whole thing in that way, but somehow, her body or her heart, wouldn't allow her to be with another man.
This time, going back to London she'd not asked Cindy to meet her, just in case Philip sent someone to pick her up, although quite how he would know when and where she was arriving was a mystery to her, he'd known the last time though. Was he spying on her, she asked herself in a moment of clarity; and knowing she should feel affronted by that, she surprised herself by realizing she liked the thought of it. Quite what kind of people he knew that were capable of finding out information about her that other people couldn't, was an enigma, but then again, most things about Philip Claringdale were. As the train pulled into Waterloo station, Victoria pulled her hand luggage down from the overhead compartment getting ready to exit the train, and almost knocked out a rather fat gentleman sitting below.
