To suggest Paige was a
party girl would not be entirely accurate, but on the other hand, wouldn't be
entirely wrong either. She certainly liked having fun, but that was hardly
unusual for an eighteen-year-old freshman at Harvard.
Her parents were …
comfortable... which meant she certainly had no worries about money, or ideas
about getting a part-time job to pay her very high tuition. She was given a
nice allowance, and had no issues with purchasing whatever books or course
materials, to say nothing of whatever clothes, shoes or creature comforts she
She was an irrepressible
girl who loved adventure, and was willing to try almost anything once, if it
offered up the prospect of fun and excitement. And in Charlotte, she had met a
kindred soul. Charlotte was her suite-mate in the dorm. She was British, and
had an accent Paige found incredibly sophisticated, and deeply envied.
Certainly she didn't
identity anything particularly novel in how a girl from Los Angeles spoke,
nothing which sounded particularly memorable. Nor did she have Charlotte's
soft, somewhat deep voice. She thought Charlotte could read a menu and sound
both sexy and highly sophisticated.
Aside from both being the
daughters of wealthy families (hardly unusual at Harvard), they were remarkably
similar in looks. They were both five feet seven inches tall, both were slender
and athletic, and both had egg shaped faces, with blue eyes and small noses,
and both had shoulder length hair.
Paige was a blonde,
however, while Charlotte was a brunette. Paige's hair was straight, simple, and
parted in the middle, brushing her shoulders and curling inward a little
several inches below her neck. Charlotte had a more complex, layered look with
very thick bangs that completely covered her forehead, and longer hair.
Paige had larger breasts by
size, but really, when they were pressed together, the difference seemed
And that was, of course,
one area Paige had been more than willing to explore, and to which Charlotte
had introduced her to. Sex with girls, after all, promised less threat of
things like pregnancy and social diseases, just as much fun, and less
likelihood of some blabbermouth date talking about her to his buddies.
Something she had some experience with back home.
It hadn't happened all at
once, of course. There hadn't been a hint for their first month together. Their
second month had led to a deeper acquaintance with going out to parties
together, and even making out with boys in the same rooms.
Sex had happened after one
such event in their third month, and had been an eye-opening experience for
Paige. Charlotte was quite talented in oral sex – an area most of her dates had
been deficient in – and Paige had very quickly become enthusiastic about
receiving it – and learning how to give back just as good.
In fact, though Paige was
ever-appreciative of a fine looking male body, and thought about guys quite a
bit, she quickly became a devotee of girl on girl play sex to a greater degree
than Charlotte. She had to strongly resist pestering Charlotte, in fact, lest
she make her uncomfortable, or worse, make herself look like a pathetic girl
with a crush.
She did like Charlotte a
great deal, but to suggest she had a girl crush on her was simply not accurate.
Rather, she had developed a considerable infatuation with the kind of highly
charged sexual highs she felt when Charlotte was running her skilled fingers
and tongue over her body.
She, of course, searched
out a similar talent in men, but was frustrated in her lack of success. It
wasn't as if she could question them ahead of accepting dates, after all. That
was the problem with men. You took whatever they had available when they thrust
it at you (quite literally), and few of them showed a lot of interest in oral
sex, or at least, in giving it, as opposed to receiving it.
That was another area,
however, where Charlotte proved to be far ahead of Paige, as she demonstrated
with a boy in front of her upstairs at a fraternity house party. Charlotte
could deep-throat effortlessly! Paige was, of course, instantly envious and
determined to equal her there too.
It took some doing, but
once she got the 'mental trick' as Charlotte called it, she was justifiably
proud of her enhanced oral skills. Certainly the men she demonstrated it for
were suitably impressed. But that just made her feel more indignant that the
men seemed to have made so little effort to improve any aspect of their own
“To be honest,” she said to
Charlotte, “I don't see how the men at Harvard, even the seniors, are any
better than the high school guys were. They're both usually half drunk or
worse, eager to get at it, and way too happy when it's
“Most men don't,
unfortunately, change much over the years,” Charlotte said, “Aside from to
develop some degree of patience – most of them. What skills they possess in the
bedroom they've picked up from some lover along the way who was willing to
point out their deficiencies and educate them.”
“What does that mean?”
“That, my dear, if you want
a lover who's good in bed you'll either have to find one some determined girl
has already trained, or teach them yourself.”
The problem was that struck
Paige as simply wrong. She had an oddly old-fashioned view of male female
relationships. Or perhaps, old fashioned mixed with modern. She certainly
believed in equality in a relationship. On the other hand, her fantasy
boyfriend would be big, strong, handsome, confident and a take-charge person.
That didn't quite mesh with
her having to correct and teach them what to do in bed...
Her teen view of romance
had come from a number of thrilling 'bodice buster' romance novels which she
had simultaneously dismissed as dreck even while imagining the handsome,
sophisticated, powerfully built men taking her – roughly – thoroughly – and
using her like an animal!
That wasn't to say she
wanted a man to rip her clothes off, throw her on the bed and ram himself into
her without any warm-up, but... well, certainly the fantasy of that was
As long as they were old
But so far the only lover
who had used any degree of force on her had been Charlotte! For a birthday
present! On her nineteenth birthday, in February, she had tied her to the bed spread-eagled,
taped her mouth shut, and then used her mouth and a vibrator to almost drive
her out of her mind!
One shattering climax after
another had caused the helpless blonde to writhe and twist and buck and thrash
as her insides had melted down under the flood of sensations. To the point she
was barely conscious!
It had been almost
literally mind-blowing, and had left her with an incredible desire for more of
Unfortunately, her pride
got in the way of admitting any such thing. Especially since Charlotte was just
amused and casual about it. She had to, for the sake of her self-esteem,
pretend to take it lightly, too. She didn't want Charlotte to think she was
some kind of bondage freak who would do just about anything for more of that!
Though she was starting to
think she might be!
She couldn't ask boys to
tie her up. For one thing, she didn't trust any guys enough to do that. For
another, they'd think she was some kind of pervert! She didn't need talk going
around the dorm that she was a freak!
March ended the school
term, and when she mentioned to Charlotte, with some irritation, that her
mother had informed her there were major renovations going on in their house
and she'd have to stay in one of the guest rooms for a month, Charlotte invited
her to her place.
“Come be a guest of the
Hamiltons,” she said.
Her place was a castle, an
actual castle in the south of England.
“Well, not really a
castle,” she said, “more of a faux castle.”
“I'm sure it's more
interesting than our place in Malibu,” Paige said.
“Just to warn, we keep our
guests in the dungeon,” Charlotte said with a smirk.
“Ha. You don't really have
a dungeon, do you?”
Charlotte waggled her eyes.
“We reserve it now for
lovely blonde slave girls,” she said.
“I'm sure you'll love the
place. It's quite beautiful.”
And so it proved to be.
Hamilton castle was built
in the tenth century, on a low hill amid a great swath of forest. But it had
been mostly destroyed and rotted away until hugely refurbished in the
eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. It now had huge windows looking out on the
valley as well as on its immense courtyard. The 'keep' as Charlotte called it,
was far higher than the walls, which were, for the most part, more decorative
“You'd need a ladder, of
course,” Charlotte said. “But it's not like anyone who came with siege
equipment would have much trouble tossing big nasty stones through all those
windows up there. It's really more like a large manor house with towers, to be
Charlotte talked about it
quite casually but Paige found herself infatuated, and had a hard time not
acting like a gawking tourist as the car approached. They drove through a large
open gateway and up to an enormous entrance.
The ceiling of the entrance
hall was at least fifty feet high. In fact, all of the rooms had astonishingly
high ceilings, and the grand hall was like something out of a medieval play! It
was a good two hundred feet in length, had a cathedral
ceiling fifty feet high from which dangled a double row of chandeliers.
The room she was given had
three large arched windows looking out on the woods, with a huge four poster
canopy bed! It was extremely old-fashioned, and she was delighted with it!
Though, of course, she tried to take things in course and not get too
Charlotte was so laid-back
about things she did her best to not appear to be the same. She was older, at twenty-one,
after all, which had made Paige feel a bit like a little girl, right from the
start, and determined to act as mature as possible.
And then she'd been
introduced to Charlotte's father, Lord Hamilton. He was in the library, a
fabulously ornate thing of polished wood and paneled walls. Being introduced to
parents was rarely a highlight for Paige, since most seemed to immediately
conclude she was a troublemaker (not incorrectly in many cases).
Lord Hamilton, however, was
something else again.
“Daddy, this is my friend
Paige,” Charlotte said.
Mr. Hamilton – Paige
wondered momentarily if she should call him Mr. or Lord – got up from behind a
desk and came around to them.
He wore a perfectly
tailored suit, though with the collar of his shirt open and without a tie. He
was easily six feet, with strong shoulders, and a square, chiseled jaw. He had
beautiful brown hair which cut across his forehead in a slightly tousled way,
and deep, piercing blue eyes.
“How do you do, Paige,” he
said, holding out his hand.
Paige swallowed. “Fine,
sir,” she gulped, taking his hand.
Lord Hamilton wasn't
exactly handsome. He looked weathered and rugged, with a nose which had been
broken some time in his past, and a careless attitude she recognized from
Charlotte. He had the same accent, but of course, a deeper voice, and a … a
presence which made her gulp repeatedly as she tried not to look too impressed.
“I'm sure you'll find our
weather quite a bit different from Los Angeles,” he said with a smile.
“Oh, LA weather gets boring
before long,” she said.
“Imagine being bored of
perfect weather,” he said.
“You can get bored of rain
and clouds more easily, Paige dear,” Charlotte said.
“Maybe, but at least it
won't make me break out in freckles,” she replied.
“Now that would be a shame.
You have very lovely skin,” Lord Hamilton said.
“Well, she's nineteen,
practically a child,” Charlotte said, teasingly.
Paige stuck her tongue out
at her, which of course, probably wasn't a good rejoinder so they all laughed.
“This is an amazing
castle!” she said.
“Well I don't know about
amazing but it's certainly a fine example – .”
“Now you've got him going,”
“Charlotte dear, would you
like to be assigned to supervising the cleaning crew by chance?” Lord Hamilton
“Forget I said anything,”
Her cell phone pinged and
she took it out to check a text.
“The original library dates
from the twelfth century,” Lord Hamilton said. “It wasn't, needless to say,
quite as well done back then.”
“I'll be back. I have to
take a phone call,” Charlotte called.
“If you look up there,”
Lord Hamilton said, putting his hand at the small of Paige's back to guide her,
“you can see the original stonework.”
“It's hard to believe that
was done nine hundred years ago,” Paige said, somewhat awed.
“Ah, well, come up to the
second floor a moment.”
There was a sort of balcony
running along the wall. They went up a rounded staircase and emerged to find it
wider than she had expected, with shelves running along the walls on either
side, most of them with clear glass doors.
Lord Hamilton went up to
one and opened it, then took out a very tall, thin, leather bound book.
“This was written by the 12th
Earl in 1007,” he said. “It's a description of the effort to repel the Viking
invasions, as told by his father, uncles and others.”
Paige stared at it in awe.
“That's a thousand years
old!? I mean, Vikings!? For real!?”
“Yes, hard to imagine, but
to the fellow who wrote this, that was recent history. You can't read it, of
course, at least not very well. It's in old English, which was a Germanic
He slid it back into place,
and his arm went behind her once more to lead her a little further along as
Paige stared around her, fascinated. She'd never exactly been a great history
buff, but this was living history, it seemed!
Though she was very closely
aware of his arm against her back at the same time, not to mention his very
masculine presence beside her, and the lithe way he moved. He was probably as
old as her own father, she thought, but he certainly didn't look or act it!
She had a thought which
almost made her blush – whether he would have the sort of sexual knowledge the
boys at college lacked. But almost immediately she answered herself. He would!
Of course, he was
Charlotte's father! She had no serious thought of anything happening, but she
did sigh, thinking there must surely be other men like him out there somewhere.
“Daddy, you're not boring
her with those musty old books, are you?”
“No, it's very
interesting,” Paige said, looking over the balcony.
“Well, come along and I'll
show you some things more interesting than books.”
“Run along then, Paige,”
Lord Hamilton said with a smile.
Yummy, she thought,
trotting down the stairs and following Charlotte out.
“Honestly, he can go on
forever about those books and this place.”
“It is a gorgeous place,”
“Yes, well, give me a view
of the pacific like I see in the videos you've shown of your place, and that
lovely warm, sunny weather any time.”
She showed Paige to the
chapel, the grand drawing room, and then a room where Queen Victoria had stayed
before taking her outside to show her the grounds.
They ate dinner in an
enormous dining hall and then retreated to a quite modern theater to watch a
movie on satellite.
“Seems weird having
satellite TV in this place,” she said.
“All the conveniences,
dear,” Charlotte said, lounging on a comfortable modern sofa. “Much of the
place does seem like a museum, though, I admit.”
Paige felt like she ought
to have a candelabra when she went to bed, but sconces on the walls, and table
lamps on either side of the bed were very oldish looking, and she was able to
tie into the house's Wi-Fi so she could send texts and do some Facebooking
before turning out the lights.
And then a soft grating
sound near the fireplace jerked her eyes up. She gaped as a part of the wall
slid back and then, grinning out at her, was Charlotte.
“Still haven't turned the
lights out? Bad girl!”
“You're shitting me! A
secret passage!?” Paige gasped, scrambling out of bed.
“Well, not entirely secret.
The family knows, after all.”
Paige hurried over and
Charlotte stepped back and pointed her flashlight down a narrow stone corridor.
“Where does it lead!?”
“Was this, like, to escape
enemies or something?”
“I suspect it was more to
arrange private assignations between people who were married to other than
their intended nighttime dalliance,” Charlotte said with a smirk. “Come on.”
“Wait. I'm just in my
“It's a secret passage,
girl! You're not going to meet anyone!” Charlotte said with a laugh.
She grabbed Paige by the
arm and pulled her into the passage, then pushed a lever and the opening slid
“This is so neat!”
“Shht. No noise.”
She led the way down the
dark passage, paused to show her a way to look into another room, and how to
open the secret door, then led her down a flight of stairs, then down another.
“Where are we going?” Paige