AN: Damn it I am addicted to writing this story now :-p
And that's how life was for the next week. He would come home around midnight, he'd wake her up for fucking and then they would fall asleep. This particular morning he was in a suspiciously good mood. He went through her file and thought about the fact that he still hadn't named her. She was getting used to the name 'frail' which was what he always called her. But he called most women that. Well, at least the semi-decent ones. The others were referred to as 'broad' or 'cunt'. But since this little feral was a whole different category, he decided she should have a name.
He continuously read through her file. There was a lot of interesting stuff in there but it was merely about her powers and a few weaknesses. Nothing about her as a person or where she came from. He was particularly interested in how she ended up in the arena… who were her parents?
"Tell me something about her" he suddenly broke the silence between him and the housekeeper.
"What would you like to know mister Creed?" Cora asked as she put a plate down in front of him.
"Just stuff. You must know a whole lot more than I do".
"You might find out things if you stop mindlessly having intercourse with her and start talking with the young lady" Cora sharply replied as she raised a disapproving brow.
He often wondered why he took this kind of shit from a housekeeper. But Cora also had a special category and she'd been around for ages.
He sighed "Just get on with it woman".
"Fine. Her favorite food is soup with bread" Cora started simply.
He glared at the older woman "Soup with bread? Are you for fucking real?".
The housekeeper shrugged and smiled "Well, I guess if you've been eating red meat, vegetables and proteins every single day… You would fall in love with a lovely piece of bread and cheese the first time you eat it".
Creed frowned "How do you know they only fed her that?".
Cora looked at him with disapproval "Mister Creed… the girl and I spend a lot of time in the same house. We went shopping which was hell, I taught her how to cook and I found out you can actually talk to her and she'll tell you things. Things that aren't in your little file over there".
"Whatever you say Cora" he sighed as he threw away the file "Where is she now? I need her for something".
His cock was itching and he couldn't wait to be inside her.
"I'm sure you do" Cora mumbled.
He raised a brow "What was that Cora?".
"Nothing mister Creed" she replied as she went on about her business "The young lady is in the living room upstairs. Ever since she's discovered your record player and jazz music, she's been in there every possible minute of the day".
Victor Creed rolled his eyes "At least she's got taste".
"Oh and you might wanna think about a name for her, since she still hasn't got one" Cora said with the same stare of disapproval coming from her eyes.
He stared at her as she laid on her stomach in front of the record playing. Jazz music filling the room as she looked over the pictures of people on the records. He cocked his head. She was wearing new clothes. They were simple: black jeans and a green checkered blouse. It matched her dark red hair. He suddenly wondered how someone could have that much hair. It was a good thing though, enough hair to grasp onto when fucking her like an animal.
"Frail".
She instantly sat up and turned around to face him.
She smiled a little "Hi".
"You have clothes, finally" he stated approvingly as he strolled towards her.
She quickly got on her feet "Do you like them? Cora helped me. I like her. She's very nice to me".
"Are those the only clothes you bought?" he answered her question with another question.
Her face fell "No" she grumbled a little "We had to buy loads more, it was not a lot of fun and I think Cora got a little angry with me".
He smirked "Why? What happened?" he moved closer and placed a finger under her chin to make her look at him "Were you an aggressive little one while shopping?" he asked sternly.
"It's just-" she didn't really know what to say, she didn't want to anger him "There was so much we needed and there were so many people in the stores, measuring me and forcing me to try on everything. I felt a little-"
"Threatened?" he finished her sentence.
She blushed without knowing she did "Yes, a little. So Cora said I was rude and next time I should thank the people instead of telling them to go away".
He chuckled, he would've loved to see that. Everyone pulling her leg and her social awkwardness while shooing them away. Probably even hissing at them.
"Well" he mused "You look nice. Now take the clothes off".
Without any shame she started unbuttoning the green checkered blouse she only just got.
"You even have a bra" he stated as she folded her blouse neatly.
"Yeah" she grumbled a little "I have eight. It was no fun".
He disagreed. It looked very good on her body. He especially appreciated the black and red lace.
He pulled her against him and snaked one arm around her waist "Well you can take it off when I'm around anyway" he murmured as he unclasped her bra in one swift move.
He pushed her down on the couch and kneeled down on the floor in front of her, softly squeezing her breasts and teasing them with his tongue. She gasped, feeling extremely exposed but not in danger this time. She arched her back instinctively, her eyes fluttering and her head thrown back. This felt so good. She didn't understand it nor did she want to. She just really liked what he did to her body. Whatever it was.
His cock was rock hard, it had been the minute he walked into the room and saw her lying on the ground in those tight jeans. Her legs wiggling to the sounds of jazz.
He got up from the floor to stand in front of her. "Take out my cock" he demanded her.
She scooted forward on the couch and quickly unbuckled his belt as she opened up his pants.
"Now, little frail, I'm going to teach you something and you need to listen carefully, understood?".
She nodded slowly as she looked up at him with big eyes.
"Good" he said "I want you to put your mouth around my cock and suck it. Make sure your teeth don't touch it. Think you can do that?".
She nodded again.
"If your teeth touch my cock, I will beat you" he told her most seriously.
He hadn't beaten or hurt her before, if you'd count out the night he first fucked her, that really hurt. But she didn't want to find out how much it hurt when he started actually beating her.
She withdrew her teeth, moved her head forward and slowly enclosed her mouth around the tip of his cock.
He threw his head back and exhaled heavily "That's it frail, now move your mouth over it as far as you can and then back again".
She did exactly as he said. Moving her mouth over his cock slowly, her hands resting on his thighs.
Victor groaned "That's it baby" he said as he grasped into her hair with his right hand "Now use your tongue at the end".
She humbly did as he told her, using her tongue to draw circles around the tip of his cock, her lips tightening around his cock with every stroke. Sometimes she looked up at him as she sucked on his cock, her lips sliding perfectly over him. Her sucking drove him wild and he quickly removed her head off him.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked with big eyes looking up at him, scared that her teeth might have hurt him and she would now get that beating he promised.
"No" he chuckled "I just need to sit down".
He pulled her off the couch and pushed her onto the ground and down on her knees as he sat down on the couch in front of her.
"Continue what you were doing" he told her "And when I come inside your mouth, you will swallow it, all of it, understand?".
She nodded and did as he said, continuously moving her mouth over his cock, sucking it and using her tongue at the end. He would soon climax inside her mouth but he decided it didn't matter, he would fuck her again tonight anyway. He started bucking against her and her sucking skills drove him absolutely mad. Suddenly, he groaned loudly as he came inside her mouth. As if his cock exploded with cum. Her eyes grew big and she quickly tried to swallow every single bit.
After she swallowed, what she though was everything, her mouth carefully let go of his cock. She looked up at him as he tried to catch his breath. She didn't exactly understand what this was for.
When he looked back down at her, he grinned. A little bit of his cum sticking to the right side of her mouth.
"Good girl" he whispered as his thumb swiped away the semen from her lips, placing it carefully into her mouth. She looked up at him as she licked it from his finger and swallowed it.
He quickly put his pants back on and got up. "Put your clothes back on, we need to get you a name" he said. He could actually smell how turned on she was but she'd have to wait till tonight. Poor frail.
"A name?" she asked as she put her clothes back on "Why?".
"Well according to our mutual friend Cora the housekeeper it's unethical to breed with you as long as you don't have a name" he explained mockingly.
She shrugged "Okay. Do you pick one for me mister Creed?".
He suddenly realized that he never even told her that his first name was Victor. He simply enjoyed her submissiveness in calling him mister Creed.
"We can pick one together" he replied.
"Cora got me a book with names" she told him as she picked up the book and sat down again.
"Well look at that" he sarcastically replied "That woman just thinks of everyone and everything".
He sat next to her on the couch and she carefully placed the book in his lap. 'Greek names with a meaning' was the title.
"Don't you want to pick one yourself frail?".
She stared at him and blinked "I cannot read it mister Creed".
He sighed internally, of course she could hardly read. She had never been outside that bloody arena and their priority probably wasn't her education.
"Then I will read them to you and tell you the meaning" he simply said.
She pulled her legs up on the couch and gave him and expecting look. He opened the book and soon found out that she was a lot more picky when it came to names than when she had to go shopping with Cora. That last one was something which she just wanted over and done with. But the names were pure tragedy because most of the time she didn't like the meaning behind them and other times she simply didn't like the sound of the name itself.
"How about Athena?" he said. At some point he decided to only call out the names he actually liked to make sure she didn't pick one he didn't "It's the Goddes of war and-".
She pulled a funny face "They all have to do with war and violence. I don't like that".
"Kassandra then. I think it fits you and I could call you Cassy".
"What does it mean?" she asked.
"It means; she who entangles men" he explained.
She shook her head "I do not want to entangle men".
He definitely approved of her reply. He thought the name was suitable because of her looks but on a second thought: she better not go around enjoying other men's attention. Unless she had a death wish.
"Ariadne"
"Yes!" she yelped "I love that one!".
He chuckled "First wanna know what it means frail?".
"Oh" she sounded disappointed "Something to do with violence again?".
"No" he mused "This one fits you. It means 'utterly pure'".
She smiled "I like it".
"It's too long though" he decided "We'll shorten it to Aria".
She smiled and whispered to herself "Aria… Aria…" then looked at him again "Thank you mister Creed. I like it. I am now Aria".
He closed to book and pulled her into his lap, her arms snaked around his neck as both her legs rested on one side of him.
His hand slowly stroked down her face and along her neck down towards her cleavage "Do you want to know my name?" he asked.
"Is it not mister Creed?" she asked with big eyes of surprise.
He chuckled "Creed is my last name. My first name is Victor".
Her eyes grew even bigger "You have two names? People can have two names?".
"Yes, you also have two names now. Your last name will be Creed. Aria Creed" he stated simply.
"I can have the same last name as you?" she asked in wonder.
He chuckled even more "Yes you can. No one else can be called Creed, but you can".
"Okay" she nodded slowly "But… then what will I call you from now on?".
"Victor" he simply said.
She smiled and repeated the name softly to herself "Victor… Victor".
When she pronounced his name with that soft voice of hers, it sent shivers all over his body. And within no time, he was balls deep inside her again.
"I'll be off for a week or two now Cora. And I got an important job for you while I'm gone" he said as he put on his coat.
The older woman nodded "Go on".
"I want you to buy her books and teach her to read while I'm gone. Teach her to write while you're at it".
Cora smiled. Victor Creed had finally come to his senses and realized that he couldn't keep the girl locked up in this house forever without learning anything about the outside world. Besides, Cora had already started teaching Aria how to read. She was just glad Creed agreed with it now.
"I will do that. Take care of yourself mister Creed, and come home safe" the woman spoke seriously while looking at him sternly.
Creed scoffed "Yeah yeah".
"Did you say goodbye to the young lady? Seeing as you'll be gone for more than a week" Cora asked before he could exit through the door.
"I said goodbye alright" he mused as he thought about how he fucked her over and over again and made her come just before hopping out of bed to get ready for work.
AN: I'm super horny for reviews xD I LOVE THEM XD