His Property

Punishment

"Come here b***h! I'm gonna f**k that tight little virgin p***y and make it bleed real good. Make you a woman." Roze screamed when the big sweaty man began to shake her cage. "Come on out, now! I want that pretty pink mouth on my d**k!"

Roze was thrown back to the floor and her door hatch lock began to rattle. "Get out!" He banged harder and kept going until the boss walked up behind and hit him hard over the head with his cane. "f*****g moron." Roze whimpered as her cage was straightened up and the boss peered down at her, "f*****g pretty little b***h. I bet that little p***y is worth all the fuss too. Want to give me a taste?" 

Roze's eyes suddenly snapped open. Sitting up on the Egyptian cotton sheets, the soft pillow top bed, and the air bead pillows, Roze yawned as she looked around blurry-eyed. 

Roze had been living with Warren for two weeks. 

The first week was tense. Roze skirted around Warren and kept a sharp eye on him. After a couple more days she relaxed a little more. She was okay with sitting in the library with him. It warmed Warren when he looked over, her adorable self was balled up reading something with her tea beside her. 

Roze didn't trust Warren completely. Trusting any man sounded scary...

But she liked him. He spoke sweetly to her. He liked the same books and movies as her. He didn't treat her like property and he seemed eager to buy her things, take her places, and want the same things for her that she had wanted for herself. 

He had gently asked her if she'd like to take classes online to which she eagerly agreed. 

They had an agreement...a companionship that was sweet and based on rules. She didn't want to be too far where Mrs. Madeline couldn't hear her scream, all doors were left open in any room they were in, and Roze made it clear he wasn't to touch her. 

Warren was okay with this. He had slipped up only once when he gently patted her head. But the blush that had stole Roze's cheek had made it seem she didn't mind it as much. But of course, her shying away from him let Warren know she still wasn't thrilled by his touch. 

Mrs.Madeline, however, told him she was warming up considerably. 

She was less jumpy, less quick to side-eye him. 

Roze was most comfortable with Mrs. Madeline though, when Warren went off to work it was mostly just them and a bunch of maids who wouldn't look at her. 

Getting out of bed, Roze padded barefoot to the kitchen, her long blonde hair perfectly sleep tasseled and low eyes still sleepy. When she saw Warren he was sitting at the table finishing his coffee and reading the paper. The green eyes she was beginning to adore stared into her soul for a moment before he gently waved her over. 

Sitting with him as Mrs. Madeline made her breakfast, Roze sipped on her tea until Warren told her softly, "I'm going to work. But if you need me just tell Mrs. Madeline, she'll call me." Nodding Roze whispered shyly, "When will you be home?" 

Warren grinned, "Before dinner. Will you talk to me tonight?" Roze had been mostly listening when Warren asked her to talk. Listening had been easier, but for some dumb reason, Roze head slowly nodded. Warren smiled widely making her breath hitch. 

He was so gorgeous when he smiled like that, his dimple in his right cheek winking at her as his green eyes sparkled. It was deadly and fuddled her brain even more about the handsome man. 

When Warren stood he bid both ladies goodbye and Roze looked up meeting his green eyes and couldn't cipher the emotion swirling in them. It was different from what she was used to. Warren smiled at her sweetly before she could question him though and left out to work. 

Roze sighed and pouted as Mrs. Madeline sat her blueberry pancakes down in front of her. "Everything okay baby girl?" Mrs. Madeline asked sweetly making her smile. "Sort of..." Roze bit her bottom lip nervously. Mrs. Madeline had been kind to her, giving her the first taste of motherly affection. But her loyalty had to fall with Warren. 

Could she ask her anything without it getting back to Warren?  Seeing her inner turmoil, Mrs. Madeline whispered, "Sweetie whatever you want to say or need to ask me...you can without feeling like more ears will hear." 

Looking into the honest eyes, Roze asked bluntly, "Can you honestly tell me I can trust Warren? Not as his cook and friend but as another woman to a younger woman."  

Mrs. Madeline looked at Roze sadly in understanding, "Oh dear, I've known him since he was five. He's still the sweet little boy who likes Mac n Cheese on his face. I can assure you, no harm will come to you in any way." Roze slowly nodded and Mrs. Madeline peeked up at Roze as she sat down the syrup, "Do you like him?" Roze froze her cheeks turning red. 

"U-ummm." Roze stupidly stuttered out nervously. Mrs. Madeline giggled like a little girl, "Well I'll take that as a yes." she teased. Roze looked down embarrassed, "He bought me. How am I supposed to just ignore that and like him?" Mrs. Madeline stroked Roze's long blonde hair, "Oh sweetie, I know that's difficult. But has Warren treated you like an object? Made you feel like one?" 

No. He hadn't. 

If anything in the past two weeks, Warren had treated her like a princess. 

With a new wardrobe, a promise of getting her anything she needs or wants, plus an unlimited amount of books, movies, and rag mags at her disposal Roze hasn't wanted for anything since she arrived. He had respected all of her wishes and other than the pat on the head he hadn't touched her. 

Not like how she feared he'd eventually do.

But would she be okay with letting him have s*x with her just because he bought her so many nice things? What would that make her then?

When she finished up with breakfast, Roze showered and got dressed in a casual day dress. She went into the garden and got some much-needed vitamin d before going into the library. She was sitting down on the comfortable couch reading through a book when two young maids walked in. One was voluptuous with thick brown hair, and warm caramel skin paired with the most beautiful brown eyes.

The other the complete opposite with pale white hair, pale skin, green eyes and a willowy frame. 

Both of them came in and started dusting and wiping down when they noticed her on the couch. 

Both of them stopped and gawked at her making her glance up at them with a raised eyebrow. Both continued on, glancing at her as they worked, whispering among themselves annoying Roze. Getting up she snapped, "Hi can I help the two of you?" 

The girl with the pale white hair flinched back while the other tossed her nose in the air as if  Roze disgusted her. "No can we help you?" She bitched as her brown eyes narrowed on Roze. Roze scoffed, "Well considering you two have been whispering and starring I assumed you to had something to say. So say it to my face." 

The white-haired maid grabbed at her friend, "Cleo!" Cleo shook her friend off, "Well me and Patricia here wanted to know why in the hell Warren Pain would need a scrawny, pathetic, and frankly plain little girl like you in his bed. Care to answer?" 

Smiling Roze smiled sinisterly, "Because I'm a f*****g wildcat in and out of bed darling." And then she attacked. 

(A BRIEF AND TRAUMATIC HISTORY OF ROZE) 

She was raised and foster care. Some times she had to fend off the unwanted attention of foster fathers and foster brothers. Not to mention jealous spouts of violence from foster sisters and foster mothers. By the time she was fifteen she had been in ten juvie centers all over the country. Which she learned how to outbox any b***h with a big mouth. 

By the time Rose had been unfortunate enough to run away from her last foster home when the men had been looking for girls to grab. She had tried to fight them off...but they had drugged her. 

(All Done) 

Roze came to her senses with Mrs. Madeline holding her as three huge men checked on the two maids. 

From what she could understand the blonde-haired girl had tried to help that Cleo b***h and ended up just getting caught in the crossfire. So now both were bruised, bleeding and laying on the ground partially conscious. 

Roze was taken to her room and given tea, she cleaned her bloody knuckles and got in the little babydoll nightgown. Brushing her long blonde hair, Roze's eyes locked on Warren's who sighed looking at her. She looked so sweet, so innocent, and beautiful. But of course, looks could be deceiving, and seeing the damage done to Cleo and Patricia, Warren could guess she was anything but.

"You attacked two of my maids." Frowning seeing his anger, Roze whined, "They started it!"  Warren shook his head, "I don't care who started it, little girl, if they were messing with you, you should have told me or Mrs.Madeline. Not attack them like a f*****g animal!" 

Roze rolled her eyes at him grumbling, "I'm not a little girl." Warren's left eye jumped as he growled out, "Excuse you?" Roze looked up at the deep tone of Warren's voice and was captured by Warren's dark green eyes turning darker by the moment. The lily pad green becoming a dark forest green scary fast. 

But Roze bit the bullet anyway. 

"I said I'm not a little girl." 

Roze gasped as he was pulled from her vanity, and before she could blink she was over his lap, his green eyes smoldering with heat as he grabbed her nightgown and yanked it up revealing her lacy white panties. Groaning, Warren hissed, "Since you're not a little girl. You'll be punished for being a bad girl." 

And then he spanked her. 

The first swat had Roze scrambling to move away, but Warren held her firm. 

He smacked her cheeks again making her cry out in surprise and he paused for a moment. 

He did it again. 

Again. 

Roze lay panting as her thighs trembled feeling her little cunt aching for more. She was confused, why was he spanking her? Why the hell was she liking it? Why didn't she tell him to stop? 

Her mouth never moved to say stop. She instead took the hits to her ass, whimpering and moaning like a little slut. 

When he was done, she didn't move, he rubbed her ass gently massaging the tender globes. 

She lay across his lap a panting, aching, mess with a wet patch in her panties afraid to look at him. But he wasn't going to wait for her to come to terms with what just happened. 

Warren sat her up, making her sit on her stinging ass causing her to whimper. Warren's fingers grazed down her cheek and then her neck as he whispered, "You misbehave again," Warren's fingers gently wrapped around her throat, " I spank you harder and longer." Roze gasped as his fingers tightened around her neck teasingly, "And you'll like it then too." 

Roze watched as Warren gracefully rose and left out the room. Panting and butt still stinging, Roze went to her mirror and lifted her nightie revealing the red globes of her butt. Seeing Warren's red handprint on her ass, Roze thought she'd be angry he had hit her. He had spanked her. 

But the arousing feeling seeing those handprints had caused, sent Roze falling to her knees on the floor.