The Price of Love

Chapter 2 - Elise's New Home.

As she sat in the back of the taxi, she felt excited about her new position. "You'll have your own room, and my maid will take care of all your personal needs", she had been told. A maid! "Please bring only your essentials," Layla also told her, with a disdainful look at her worn cotton skirt and blouse. "I will take care of your wardrobe and anything else you need." New clothes! And maybe some leatherwear too!

"Isn't it funny how quickly things can turn around," she mused, gazing out of the window. They were on an open road now, quite a way out of town and driving through a lush rural area. When the taxi eventually turned off the main road, Elise was astonished by what she saw. At the end of the long driveway was a house, more like a mansion, made of stone rather than bricks, with a huge wooden door at the front covered by a portico held up by tall white pillars. On either side rose bushes bloomed with scarlet flowers.

"Are you certain this is the right address?" she questioned the driver.

"Yes, Miss. I'm quite sure."

Elise grinned and almost giggled with delight. She paid him, then grabbing her bags, slipped out of the car. "Keep the change!" she called over her shoulder before hurrying up to the front door. She lifted the doorknocker and hit it down a couple of times then waited. Her heart raced as she began to imagine what might be inside. How many rooms were there? What would her room look like? Was there a billiard room? A ballroom? "Daddy always called me his little princess, and now I'm going to be living like one," she thought.

The creaking of the door opening interrupted her reminiscing. A tall black woman with short-cropped hair and dressed in a maid's uniform looked her up and down. "You must be the new girl. Nice, very nice," she smirked before standing to one side and allowing Elise to enter.

"Yes, that's right, I'm Elise Madison. I'm the new personal assistant to the mistress of this house house," she replied, and this woman with the smug attitude had better not forget it or the fact that she was just the maid!

"My name is Rose Redpepper; you may call me Rose. Your room is upstairs. Please follow me, Miss Elise."

A Rose by any other name could not have looked more hard-faced. It was difficult to estimate her age – certainly over thirty. Although not a heavy woman, Elise couldn't help but notice her firm muscular arms. "She's got a slave's build," Elise thought condescendingly. "She should have been born in the nineteenth century and been put out to work in the cotton fields."

The marbled hallway was spacious and bare but for a small table with a large arrangement of fresh flowers set in the middle. To one side, Elise noted a sitting room. Several other doors also led off from this area; however, they were all closed. A wide and ornate wooden staircase opposite the front door was carpeted down the center with a plush red pile.

Rose lead Elise up to her room without another word or an offer to carry her bags. Elise made a mental note that she would definitely have to set some ground rules with this woman, but for now she was just simply too excited to care.

"This will be your room, Miss Elise. Mistress Layla thought you would enjoy the view from the balcony over the gardens."

Elise blinked. The room was almost as big as the entire flat she had been renting in town. The walls were painted a soft cream and matched the lovely satin pillows and covers on the four poster bed. A large dressing table dominated another wall, and a few other pieces of furniture had been placed around the room: a velvet upholstered chair with matching footstool and a small table, again adorned by a vase of fresh flowers. On the opposite side from the bed, through an open door, next to a large wardrobe, Elise glimpsed the shiny cream-colored tiles of a bathroom. Her very own 'ensuite'!

Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she dropped her bags and ran over to bed, throwing herself on it and letting out a loud squeal of delight as she kicked her legs.

"I see you approve of your room, Miss Elise," Rose observed without the slightest sign of emotion. "Mistress Layla will be home in a couple of hours. You will need to bathe and be ready for her. You will find everything you need in your bathroom." And with that, she turned and left.

For several minutes Elise just lay on the bed grinning. Certainly she was aware of what her new position would almost certainly entail – sex, sex with Layla. "Little Elise is going to be paid to have sex with lovely Layla Starr," she said out loud and then laughed. She liked the sound of that. "Little Elise is going to be paid to have sex with lovely Layla Starr... " She softly chanted it over and over again, then rolling off then bed, she floated into the bathroom to begin preparing, pouring copious quantities of the expensive bath oil into the water.

She undressed and stood in front of the full-length mirror, cupping her breasts, examining every delicate curve of her sweet young body before gently rubbing her pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Within a very short time, she felt herself becoming aroused. Elise pouted at her image in the mirror then blew herself a kiss. "You're such a hot little bitch; you know that, don't you?" She walked over to the bath and gingerly tested the temperature with her big toe before stepping into the warm water. Once her whole body had been immersed, she closed her eyes and let one hand slip down between her thighs. She moaned and gently rubbed her middle and index fingers over either side of her throbbing clit. Then, spreading her legs a little wider, she gasped and plunged one inside her throbbing pussy.

"How are you doing there, Miss Elise?"

Startled, Elise immediately opened her eyes and looked up to see Rose standing next to the bath, licking her full lips and peering down. With her hands on her hips and her legs spread wide, Rose seemed some how even taller than she actually was. Elise glared up at her.

Placing one hand across her bare breasts, she immediately pulled her hand from between her thighs and drew her legs up to her chest. "Do you mind! I would much prefer you didn't disturb me while I am bathing!"

Rose pouted and gave her a look of mock disappointment, then retreated without replying.

Elise felt frustrated and embarrassed, and having now lost the urge to satisfy herself, sat up and climbed out of the bath. She dried herself off with a big fluffy towel then walked back into the bedroom. Her bags were gone. She walked over to the wardrobe and looked inside; it was empty. The drawers too contained absolutely nothing. She hurried back to the bathroom but soon realized the clothes she had just taken off were gone also.

"Rose? Rose? Where are my things?" she began shouting as she moved towards the door. She grasped the knob, but it was locked. "Rose!" she shouted again, beating her fist on the door. "Open this damned door!"

She stopped to listen and heard footsteps outside, followed by the clinking of the lock. The door began to open; however, Elise quickly stopped it, leaving just enough of a gap to speak through. "Where are my things? I want them now!" she demanded.

Rose stood there for a moment then, placing her large hand on the door, pushed it wide open, forcing her way inside past Elise. She walked directly over to the dresser and picked up a large wooden hairbrush.

Elise stormed over behind her, "What do you think you're doing? Put that damned thing down and go and find me something to wear!"

Rose looked up and smiled at her own reflection in the mirror then turned around and grabbed hold of Elise's arm, dragging her over to the bed. She sat down and pulled the naked girl across her lap. Elise struggled and fought to free herself; however, the larger and older woman's strength overpowered her completely as she rested one arm firmly across her back and shoulders. Rose held her there in that position while she admired Elise's smooth white bottom; then, she raised the brush and brought it down on the soft sweet flesh. The shock of being slapped and the sudden burning sting made Elise jerk and cry out, but before she had a chance to protest or attempt to squirm free again, another stinging blow seared her tender skin. Again and again, Rose struck her little victim until her pretty and pert cheeks were covered with angry red welts. Tears now flowed freely down Elise's face.

"Please, please no more! Just tell me what you want?"

Rose grinned and carelessly tossed the hairbrush to the floor. She always found it so satisfying to break in a new girl. "Rose wants you to be a good girl. Now that's not asking too much is it?"

"I'll be good. I'll be a really good girl."

Grabbing a handful of Elise's hair, Rose then forced the sobbing girl off her lap and on the floor kneeling in front of her. She kept her firm grip while she explained the situation. "Mistress Layla has been extremely generous with you. You know she could easily have reported you to police and had you locked up for a long time. Do you think you would get a room like this in prison? Well?"

Elise's bottom felt hot and sore, and her bare breasts heaved with each sob, but she managed to mumble, "No."

"No, what?"

Elise didn't understand what was expected of her, however Rose was quick to explain, jerking the girl's head back further and leaning down as if wanting to make herself more clearly understood, "No, Rose. You will call me 'Rose', and Mistress Layla, you will call, 'Mistress Layla'".

"Yes, Rose."

"Do you think you would be in the service of a lovely Mistress like Layla in a prison?"

"No, Rose."

"Well then, at last you're beginning to understand then, aren't you?"

Rose pursed her lips and gave Elise's head another quick jerk to reinforce what she had just been told.

"Yes, Rose. Sorry, Rose."

Releasing Elise's hair, Rose stood up and slipped her hand under her white apron, into her pocket, to produce what appeared to be a black, leather, dog collar.

"Put this on. Buckle it around your neck," Rose told her, holding it in front of Elise.

"But it's – it's a dog collar!"

Rose took a deep breath. She tightened both her fists around the leather, then, holding just the buckle, she lunged at Elise and slashed it across one side of the girl's face.

Elise cried out as it hit her soft cheek with such force that it sent her tumbling sideways onto the floor. She held her hand to her to her stinging cheek and began sobbing again while remaining collapsed on the floor.

Rose tossed the collar onto the floor and walked out, closing and locking the door behind her.