He who's in charge.

1926

Finally, Mr de Winter is back. He has been gone for almost the entire summer. Firstly he went to Monte Carlo and after that he went to Italy with his new bride. It's outrageous really. His late wife Rebecca died only a couple of months ago and he has gone off already with a new thing. And all this time he left me in charge of the house staff completely. I mean, I am always in charge of them but usually he has some sort of input, it was sort of refreshing that he didn't. He can come across as quite stern and dominating, at least that's how he presents himself to me. Even now, he has sent a note ahead ordering me around to do all these things before he and his new bride, the new mrs de winter phaw, arrives. It's comical really. Or at least, that's what I tell myself. He can be quite scary sometimes, although I am able to handle him better now than before. When I first arrived here with Rebecca he was still so young and used to being in charge. He was so in love with her and he was so sweet but never with me.

1924

Leaving Rebecca's childhood home has not been easy. But she is due to be married soon and her betrothed wants her to move in already. Rebecca just finished boarding school and was due to move in to her own apartment in London at just 23 but met this man, Mr de Winter, at a social event. He couldn't withstand her charm, but then again who could? They started talking and seeing each other and not long after he proposed and now we're moving.

We're moving to Manderley. I am to be the Rebecca's maid as I have been for the past couple years, as well as the housekeeper in waiting. A few weeks after we moved in Rebecca and I are completely settled. Rebecca has a beautiful spacious room for herself and my own room isn't too far from hers. Just down the hall of this magnificent house.

Their wedding was something of dreams and all seems to be well until Rebecca starts to retreat into herself a few weeks later. More often than not she'll spend time in the boathouse, alone or at least it seems that way. Mr de Winter, Maxim, thinks she is depressed. I overheard him talking to his friend, Frank. He was worried, which suits him but I know better. Rebecca isn't depressed or at least not that she has confided in me. She craves men, different men than Maxim. He is so gentle, sweet and lovely to and with her but she craves roughness, as do I. Which is why I was surprised when Maxim cornered me late one evening. 'Where is Rebecca, mrs Danvers? Surely, you know. I know you overheard me and Frank the other day. I know you report back to her what we say. And I know that you know that spying is no quality for a lady, even for someone like you.' He came up behind me as I was watching the house staff from the first floor landing. His body enveloped me, his arms on both my sides and his front pressed to my back. 'I don't know what you're insinuating, sir.' I say, I know what he is talking about but his closeness surprises me and I don't know what to say. 'Drop the pretence mrs Danvers or should I say Edith. Look at me!' He grabs my arm and turns me around roughly. Face to face like this we're almost similar in height and even though he's a few years younger I feel really small right now. And him speaking my name makes it even worse. 'Don't touch me.' I want him to touch me but I can't, he's Rebecca's husband. 'Oh, Edith, I know you don't mean that. Don't pretend you don't want me. You know Rebecca doesn't satisfy me. You have seen the darkness in me and I have seen it in you. Why don't we go play for a little? Rebecca's never here.' He touches my face and let his hand slide down my neck and my side and rests his hand on the small of my back. I have to suppress a shiver. 'Come on Edith, give in to me.' Gosh, I want to so badly but he's Rebecca's husband. 'No, no, I can't.' I push him away, I push Maxim away. And I hurry down the hall, away from Mr de Winter.

A couple of days later I'm in Rebecca's room, or reign as she likes to call it, making sure everything is as it should be should she decided to stay here for the night when a shiver runs down my spine. 'Why are you avoiding me?' I turn around and knock over Rebecca's powder box. As I reach down to grab it Mr de Winter grabs my chin. 'Answer me, Edith.' 'I'm not avoiding you, Mr de Winter. I've been busy.' He releases my chin and I turn to put the powder box down again. It's ruined I'm sure of it. 'Oh really?' Maxim walks away leaving me by the vanity. My heart is racing and there's cold sweat all over my body. This man is doing things to me and I don't know what to do with it. 'Yes, Rebecca has me busy with all kinds of house chores and then there is the staff to watch.' I blurt. Maxim chuckles to himself, 'Yes, my wife can be that way.' He is standing close to a wall now. Almost leaning against it, looking suspicious. 'What do you want Maxim?' He gives me a once over and looks me in the eye. 'What do you want, Edith. Remember who you are talking to.' I cast my eyes down. This man infuriates me. 'Follow me.' He says. There is a door where the wall used to be. I don't know how or why but there is. 'Where are we going?' He doesn't answer.

We walk through a dark hallway. Maxim before me and I follow him. At the end of the hall there's a bigger space, a room. And in the middle there's a bed. 'Maxim, where are we?' He still doesn't answer and it gets on my nerves. 'Maxim, what is this!?' I look around the room and that's when I notice what else is there. A large wooden X to one wall and attached to it are restraints. 'Maxim!'

'Edith, you will address me accordingly if you want a response.' He startled me. He had been standing with his back to me, rummaging through a drawer. But now he has turned to me. He has shed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. 'But to answer your question. This is my second bedroom, Rebecca doesn't know about this one. I said I wanted to play with you didn't I?' Inch by inch he gets closer. When he reaches me he walks around me and comes to stand at my back. I feel him lift his arms and touch my hair. My bun comes undone and my breathing deepens. His hands slide down my neck and my arms. When he takes my wrist into his hands and pulls them behind my back I don't struggle.

I hear him pull his belt from his trousers and next thing I know I feel cold leather touch my skin. I shiver from the sensation. 'Tell me Edith, is this what you dream about?' He whispers in my ear and I nod. 'You will speak when I ask you a question.' 'Yes, sir, this is what I dream about.' He grabs my hair in his fist and pulls my head back. 'Describe me your dreams, Edith. Don't leave out details.' Gosh, I can't. A lady shouldn't speak about these things. It's not proper. 'I can't, sir.' His other hand is softly caressing me, up and down the side of my body and it is turning me on. I can feel my nipples harden. 'There's no one here to hear, Edith. You can tell me.' His breath tickles my neck and gives me goosebumps. The way he talks, caresses me and grounds me gives me the confidence to speak. 'I dream that you take what you want from me. Taking your own pleasure, having no mercy. Dominating me and forming me into submission. I dream of letting the control I always crave go, of letting myself go.' I'm panting by the time I've spoken the last sentence and my cheeks are flushed. 'That's my darling. Tell me, have you ever been with a man?' I shake my head. 'Okay, then we start slowly.' He walks out from behind me and leads me towards the bed in the middle of the room. 'Stand here, darling.' His new nickname makes heat blossom low in my belly, which spreads to the rest of my body. His eyes do an once over again before he moves forward. He is gentle with me but knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. One by one he unbuttons my dress until its front is open. He pushes it off my shoulders and let it slide down my arms where it catches on the restraints. Beneath my dress is a slip on dress and my panties and I feel bare before him. His hands tease my breasts and as he flicks a nipple I let out a breathy sounds. His hands leave my breasts and trail down my stomach before reaching the hem of my slip on dress. Slowly he lifts it and trails his hands over my inner thighs before he reaches my centre. He strokes his hand from back to front over my panty clad centre and when he reaches the top he delves in. 'So wet already, darling.' He compliments me. Gone is his gentleness. He slips his hand down and teases my entrance. Before he slips in a finger. Another one of those breathy sounds leaves my throat and he leans in and kisses my throat. 'Make a few more of those and you'll be begging me for release, darling.' He finds my clit with his thump and draws small circles in time with his finger. I can feel myself getting higher and higher and so does he. He slips his hand out and turns me around bending me over the bed before he pulls down my panties, roughly. I hear him unbutton his trousers and feel his tip at my entrance. Before he sheath himself fully inside me. It hurts a little but in a good way and as he begins to pound inside me I can feel myself go higher and higher again. And it doesn't take long before Maxim's breathing gets ragged. 'Beg for me, Edith.' And so I do. 'Please, sir, please!' He pulls my hair back once again arching my back and the new angle hits me even better. Just a few more trusts and I feel him come inside me which triggers my own orgasm that crashes over me.

In the aftermath I roll onto my side panting, trying to catch my breath as Maxim pulls up his pants and lies down opposite me. 'Are you okay?' He asks gently again. I nod, at loss for words. 'Good.' He strokes the hair from my face and puts it behind my ear. 'Edith, I need you to keep quiet about this, okay? No one knows about this room except the two of us. I will tell you when to come here but outside of here nothing has changed.' Maxim pulls me into a sitting position and starts undoing my restraints. I nod in agreement. Understanding what he says. He's still Rebecca's husband and that can't change cause the scandal that would bring would undo the family's name. 'I understand sir.' He grabs my hand and leads me into a standing position. Buttoning up my dress again and smoothing it over. 'Outside of this room you'll call me Mr de Winter or Maxim when it's just the two of us. When in this room you'll call me sir, do you understand?' I nod again. 'Okay, good then now it's time to go.' He slaps my butt lightly before guiding me to the door.