“Harder, you slut! Don’t you know how to pleasure your owner?!”

“Yes, Master Belmont! Anything for you!” 

She whimpered as he fucked her from behind, her tits swaying beneath her with every time his pelvis rammed into her ass cheeks, and it felt so fucking good. All of it had become so much better now that she knew what she should always have known. She let it all happen, let the thrill of it fuck her shameless thoughts just as hard as her new owner’s cock was fucking her cunt. She screamed, and moaned, and celebrated every thrust as if it were the first one since she had realized that she existed only for this and nothing else.

“Yesss!” she moaned. She was his. Entirely his! Of course, she had always been meant to be!

She fucked him. She fucked him so hard. And when it was done and they lay shivering next to each other, all she could think about was when and how she was going to be used the next time.

“I love you,” she whispered, adoring him as much as she adored her own obedience to him.

The man that owned her gave her a crooked smile that filled her world. “I can tell.”

He laughed, and gave her a shameless look of desire that made her feel just so wonderfully owned by him, and it was everything she would ever live for. She had never seen any of this coming – but now it was everything she was, and everything she would ever need. No more ambitions. No more plans. No more judgment. Only obedience!

She loved it so much.

“Why don’t you fuck yourself a little bit before we join the others by the pool?” asked her master. “Wouldn’t want your brainwashed little self to be all wound up and unsatisfied while we have company, would we?” 

“Yes! YES!!! Thank you! Thank you!!! I will obey!”

And she did.

1: Reception

Twenty-four hours earlier:

The ferry rounded the bay, and the first thing Robin saw was a flash of pure white as the clouds broke open. Finally there was some sunlight to glitter on the chop and brighten the chill breeze that tousled the hair underneath her straw hat, and she gripped the rail tightly, not quite seasick but definitely uncomfortable and more than ready to have steady land beneath her feet again.

“Behold: Casa Bianca,” said David, and Robin felt his familiar arm around her shoulder as he gently pulled her closer. She tried resting her head on him but quickly changed her mind when it nearly caused her hat to fall off. She let go of the rail instead, embraced him, and felt his warmth. After a moment, she turned her gaze back to the approaching coast and nodded, lips tight.

“Got to admit, it’s beautiful,” she said. David nodded. “And don’t–”

“–don’t tell Fabian you said that,” he completed with a smirk. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Thank you,” said Robin, and for a while, neither of them spoke as they bobbed and bounced on the dark water of the bay. They were still in the shadow of the clouds, but it looked like it was going to brighten up just like the forecast had said.

“You know,” David said. “He’s not that bad. I mean, yeah, he can be a huge dickwad – but he’s always been supportive of mom and dad, and when I asked him for that money he did insist that I don’t have to pay it back. It’s just his way of showing affection.”

Robin sighed. She’d only met him a few times, but those few encounters had felt like enough to last a lifetime. “Again. Like always: He’s your brother, honey, and you know that I’ll never ask you to cut him out of our life…”

“But…?”

Robin nodded, smiling. “But – we’re really in his debt now and that makes me uncomfortable. I mean, the first class flight, and this resort… it feels dirty getting all of this luxury when there’s so many people hardly getting by at all.”

David simply nodded. They had of course had this conversation a million times before, and they both knew exactly where they stood. Fabian was Fabian, and nothing was going to change that. He *was* giving to charity, and there was something to be said about hating the game and not the players. Still, it left a bad taste in her mouth. 

“Sorry,” she said. “I know I said that it’s fine and that we’ll just enjoy ourselves. Not like we don’t deserve it.”

David took her hand. “I love you, honey.”

Robin leaned her head onto her husband’s shoulder. So what if the sun hat was going to blow off? She wanted to be close to him. It was a little bit chilly, and it was nice to feel his warmth. 

“I love you, too,” she said, and together they stood on the deck of the ferry as the clouds parted above them and the heat of the Mediterranean sun welcomed them to the Casa Bianca luxury retreat and spa.

“And there they are!” 

Fabian Belmont’s voice was as confident and brash as Robin remembered, and his polo shirt and khaki combo was as clichéd as it was probably expensive. They hadn’t even made it off the boat before they had spotted him striding down the dock in navy-blue yachting shoes that had obviously never seen a single drop of salt water. None of it felt particularly unexpected, including the stunning young woman walking next to him wearing a radiant yellow summer dress.

“Hey, brother,” said David next to her, waving his arm as they crossed the gangplank and made landfall on the pristine sandstone pier. Fabian strode up to him and gave him a one-handed bro hug, patting his shoulder as they parted, a shit-eating grin on his regretfully handsome face. “Yo, how was the trip? Did you barf? No shame in that. Happens to the best of us.”

David shook his head with a little sigh of exasperation. “No. A little chop but not that bad.”

“Awesome,” said Fabian, turning to Robin. “And lookie here who decided to actually come along! Sorry, just kidding! So good to see you, Robin! You look stunning!”

Robin gave him a smile and let him give her a hug. He was still using too much aftershave, but at least he seemed to have switched to something that had a more pleasant aroma. When the hug ended, Fabian stepped to the side and gestured toward the woman that had accompanied him. He’d been jogging ahead, and she was just arriving. Robin felt herself wince inwardly as she realized that the blonde looked like she might not even be twenty years old. She looked young enough to be the daughter of any of them.

“Robin, David, meet bright and delightful Isabel.”

“Hi,” said Isabel with a wide smile, and tiptoed giddily forward with her arms outstretched to embrace Robin. 

“Hey, Isabel,” Robin said as the young woman’s arm wrapped around her in an excited hug. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” said Isabel as she leaned back and blinked at her with a bright and friendly expression. For a moment they held eye contact, and Robin couldn’t help but warm up to her a bit. She seemed genuinely thrilled to meet them.

“And you’re David,” she said as she hugged him.

“That I am. Nice to meet you.”

“And you!”

“Hey – just so you know, Isabel’s been absolutely restless all day,” Fabian said with a smirk. “Couldn’t wait to get to know my dear little brother and my beautiful not-quite-sister-in-law. Can’t imagine why. I’m much more interesting than you.”

Isabel scoffed, but when she spoke there was a smile in her voice. “I told you – I want a second opinion. Insider information on what I’m getting into, mister millionaire!”

Fabian raised his eyebrows and looked around himself theatrically, as if addressing a roomful of people. “...is everyone seeing this? What did ever do to garner such disrespect?”

David tilted his head. “Got something to write? It’s quite the list.”

Robin snorted with a burst of suppressed laughter. She had been about to say almost the exact same thing. Fabian looked at both of them with raised eyebrows, and after a pause pointed at David, Robin, and Isabel in turn. “Fuck you. Fuck you. You’re cool. Who wants drinks?”

“What about our luggage?” David asked.

“Servants will take care of it,” he said dsimissively, gesturing vaguely at the two members of staff that had been motionlessly waiting in the middle distance further down the pier, dressed in perfectly white uniforms. “Come on.”

He waved them inland, and they made their short trek off the dock and into the resort.

“Usually you would have been picked up by resort servants, too – but I told them that I would take care of it. Don’t want to just sit around and let some rando do the welcoming.  So, yeah – welcome to the magnificent Casa Bianca resort, where all your dreams of luxury will come true! A place where you can taste a better life! A place that will leave you relaxed, refreshed, and renewed! A place that leaves no one unchanged!”

Robin rolled her eyes. Yikes. Always with the speeches and pitches. David chuckled with mild disbelief. “Okay. How many shares do you hold?”

Fabian made a noncommittal gesture with his arms. “Weeeell…. Let’s say it ain’t zero. But that’s besides the point, brother. I’ve been a diehard fan of this place even before I bought in. I’ve been coming here for years! There’s really no place like it.”

“Why’d you only ask us to come this year then?” Robin blurted out. She didn’t know why. It had been sheer impulse and curiosity – and she immediately regretted joining the conversation when she saw the flash of annoyance in Fabian’s eyes.

“Well if your husband had shown more interest in the family business, I would’ve maybe been inclined to share it sooner,” he said, a slight edge in his voice, and for a moment there was some tension in the air. They had stopped walking.

“Sorry,” he said, visibly trying to compose himself. “That was rude, and I want you to feel welcome. Shall we keep going?”

“Yes!” said Isabel, almost as bright as ever, but Robin thought she could tell that it was more of an effort than it had been. “Let’s get into the shade. I haven’t put on sunscreen yet and it’s only going to get hotter.”

They all nodded, and let themselves be led further up the dock, up a short switchback, and onto the resort grounds proper. The entrance was marked by a large iron gate with sandstone foundations that was painted dark green and bore the name ‘CASA BIANCA’ in elegant, curly letters. Running off in either direction, presumably circling the entire thing, was a knee-height sandstone wall with more wrought-iron fencing on top. It looked quite old.

“Get this: Casa Bianca used to be a castle retreat of… some dude two hundred years ago or something like that.”

“Benedict the first,” interjected Isabel.

“Yeah. That guy. As I was saying… This used to be someplace for Benedict to fuck off to when his regular castle got boring and he needed a change of air. Something something war and unrest, something something down with the monarchy, and the whole thing falls into disrepair until it gets brought by a rich motherfucker, sold to another rich motherfucker, and sold again – until someone finally decides to utilize all that dead capital and make a luxury resort out of it.”

He kept going on, but Robin wasn’t really listening. She was more focussed on the actual experience of walking down the beautiful gravel path, framed by cypress trees and stone pines, the soft breeze blowing gently through her dress. It was much less windy here on land, and she felt the gentle warmth of a thousand tiny blots of sunlight filtering through the foliage overhead and onto her skin like soft kisses. The air smelled of pine needles and sea salt, and in the distance she could still hear the soft noise of waves rolling up and down the shore. Despite all the unpleasant circumstances, it was truly, truly beautiful.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” 

It was Isabel. Robin didn’t know if they’d both had the same idea – letting themselves fall behind and let the brothers talk – or if Isabel had actively decided to join her. Either way, they had created some distance between themselves and their husbands-slash-boyfriends.

“It is,” Robin admitted. “I’ve never been to Europe before.”

Isabel’s eyes went wide. “Really?” she asked softly. “Why not?”

“Never had the money,” Robin said with a shrug. “I mean, we could maybe have afforded it technically, but… I don’t know. It felt ostentatious.”

Isabel nodded. “Well, this definitely is that,” she said, gesturing ahead – and that was when Robin saw it: Coming around the bend the vista of the heart of the resort revealed itself in all of its opulence – and it was like stepping into a period piece. For a moment, Robin expected a horse-drawn carriage to pass by them and orchestral music to start playing. Fabian hadn’t been lying. It was an honest-to-god castle – and it was huge!

“Oh wow,” Robin said, lost for any other words than that. 

Ahead of them, the path split up into an expansive and meticulously kept garden with galleries of topiary, flower beds, and an enormous water fountain on either side displaying white marble statues holding cups and pots overflowing with water that sparkled in the sunlight. The rest of the island was more than a little dry owing to the climate, but the garden was utterly verdant and in full saturated bloom. The only thing that made the vibrant greens and reds and pinks stand out even more was the fact that the castle was entirely and almost starkly white – to the point that looking at it was almost painful in sunlight.

“Pretty fucking nice, eh?” asked Fabian. Robin nodded. She was still a little bit dumbfounded. She had expected it to be nice, but… not like this. Holy shit!

Fabian looked as proud and full of himself as if he’d built the place all by himself. “Come on, let’s get you checked in!” he said, and didn’t even give them time to answer. He was already moving on, and they all followed after him into the lobby.

It was there that they were finally greeted by staff and formally welcomed by a beautiful and pleasant woman wearing the same white outfit that all resort employees seemed to be wearing. She was utterly polite and friendly in the way she assured them that they should never hesitate to ask staff for whatever they wanted, but Robin couldn’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable with being coddled like they were. Fabian was having no such holdups, obviously. He asked for champagne to his room without saying please, and of course didn’t fail to mention the fact that he was partial owner of the resort. 

The lady took it in stride, nodding with a gentle smile. “Yes, Sir, Master Belmont. I understand,” she said, and Robin winced inwardly. Ugh. ‘Master’ Belmont? Really? She really hoped that the staff was well paid if they had to deal with people like her brother-in-law.

“Show them to their suite, will you?” Fabian continued, and the woman nodded. “Right away. Ma’am. Sir. Would you please follow me?”

Robin nodded, and took David’s hand as they did as they were asked and walked after the woman.

“We’ll be down by the pool in an hour or so,” Fabian said as they walked past him. “Plenty of time to break in the bed, right?”

Robin rolled her eyes in disgust. 

“Joking!”

She didn’t look back, and simply squeezed David’s hand. The woman guiding the way looked over her shoulder and gave them a smile.

“So this is your first time at Casa Bianca, I’ve been told. I’m very excited to welcome both of you. Master Fabian has insisted on showing you around once you have properly settled, but I’d be remiss not to tell you that you will find the cold buffet table down that way, and that the recreation area can be found on the back side of the castle, accessible through the dining hall or by following the path around the main building on either side.”

They entered the elevator together, and their guide pushed the button for the third floor. Curiously, there was also a keypad and a physical keyhole next to the regular buttons marked from ‘B’ to ‘4’.

“What’s the keypad for…” Robin asked, looking down at the woman’s name tag. “...Gabriela?”

Gabriela smiled. “Oh, nothing fancy. Access to the boiler room in the second basement and storage in the attic. The structure and layout of the building did not allow for a separate service elevator, so this one serves double duty.”

Robin nodded.

“But I really shouldn’t be talking,” she said, utterly cheerful and sincere. “I’m sure your brother-in-law will be happy to answer any questions you have. He’s quite proud of his stake in the business as you’re probably aware – and he’s been a loyal recipient of our bespoke facilities and services.”

The elevator chimed, and the doors opened into a lavish hallway decked with large paintings, mirrors, and finely carved decorative furniture. The floor was lined with long runners of literal red carpet, fringed with gold, and their steps were soft and muffled as Gabriela walked ahead and led them to their room. She handed them a keycard, which felt slightly out of place, and told them to enjoy their stay with a bright smile. 

“Please enjoy your stay at Casa Bianca! I promise that you will find your stay to be relaxing, refreshing, and renewing, and I sincerely hope that you will leave with a broader and better outlook on life, like so many others have before you! Welcome!”

They said their thanks, and Gabriela gave them a small little bow before returning to her duties elsewhere.

“Well,” said David, “Let’s see what we got.”

They opened the door, and neither of them could hold back a small gasp. “Holy shit,” David said. His eyes were wide, his expression a mix of disbelief and happiness. He was obviously just as blown away as Robin felt. It was… too much, of course. But ignoring that, it was amazingly beautiful, and ridiculously huge, with multiple rooms, an enormous TV, a fireplace, and a mahogany drink cabinet with crystal decanters full of very expensive-looking booze. The ceilings were nine or ten feet high at least, and decorated with beautiful frescoes of tempestuous clouds and magnificent sunrays streaking across a deep periwinkle sky. And the view! The view!!!

Robin quickly found herself on the expansive living room balcony, taking it all in. She could see all over the castle grounds, across the treetops, and the azure blue bay beyond. The sky had almost fully cleared up, and only a few lonely clouds were drifting by. She took a deep breath of the fragrant air, and let out a long drawn out sigh of relief. They were here. It was real. And it was just absolutely amazing.

She heard David approach, and she gently shivered when his hands wrapped themselves around her hips from behind and his chest came to touch her back. She felt his cheek against the side of her head, brushing her hair, and she leaned herself back against him with a wonderful sense of being protected and shielded and loved. He was with her, in this place. Her partner. Someone she trusted. Someone that understood. 

“Thank you for coming,” he whispered softly into her ear, and she gently gripped his hands on her belly, and caressed them with her thumbs.

“Thank you for convincing me,” she said. “This is so nice. I’m truly glad we came.”

She heard him softly sigh, and for a while they simply enjoyed the view in his embrace. Her gaze caught on a member of the resort staff busily walking across the grounds, clad entirely in white like all of them seemed to be. For a fleeting moment, she thought about the sheer amount of money all of this must cost and the fact that David’s brother had so insistently footed the bill for them – but she pushed the thought aside. She also pushed aside the nasty taste of the fact that Fabian had insistently called them ‘servants’. Technically he wasn’t wrong, but… yuck.

There was only one thought she wasn’t going to push aside quite yet.

“You know,” she said, leaning her head back even further, until she could look up and see David’s face at the top of her vision. “Your brother can fuck right the fuck off with that comment about ‘giving us some time to break in our bed’...”

“But..?”

“But,” she said, and guided his hand up her body until his fingers cupped her breast. “...he’s right. It’s been such a long, hard, journey, and that bed looked very, very, comfortable when I checked a minute ago.”

He chuckled, but she felt him – felt his dick pushing through the fabric of his pants and the back of her dress, and his desire for her made her shiver. She loved him so much. He was everything his brother wasn’t. Respectful and modest and considerate and able to actually listen, warm and loving and supportive. The only time he was ever anything but wonderful was when Fabian involved him in their stupid brother-to-brother sparring matches, and – no. Forget that jerk. David was with her, and he wanted her, and she wanted him, and she loved him, and they were together in this wonderful place, warm and welcoming and accommodating. This was their time. They deserved this. 

She led him to the bedroom, and didn’t even take her dress off as she laid down on the sheets. She simply slipped out of her panties and pulled down the top of her blue dress to let him cup her naked breasts with his loving hands and his lips as he pulled off his pants and crawled on top of her. 

“I love you so much,” he said, eyes wide with love and adoration, and Robin pulled him down into a kiss. His hands found the sides of her hips, and she bucked in anticipation as his gentle fingers teased further down, and further down still, to lift her skirt, and to brush the insides of her thighs, and across her stubble, and finally, her trembling lower lips.

“David,” she moaned softly, words lost in a mumble between their kissing mouths as he began gently stroking her, gently at first, then ever more insistently. She reached up, fingers brushing against his chest, down, down, until she felt his cock in her hand. He was rock hard, and it made her feel so fucking desired and loved, and she shifted her body, and raised her hips, and guided him down between her spread legs until she felt him against the wetness of her lips. She looked up, into the face of the wonderful man she loved, and smiled as he slowly pushed himself into her.

She was so lucky to have him.