Storm (interracial)

Stormy days Chapter 6

It's been six months since I've had Storm with me. She hasn't adjusted as well as I thought she would have by now. She is still terrified of me and that's not what I want at all. I only wanted her to be submissive to me. Maybe a little fear but not to where she is petrified. I guess I can't blame her she's witnessed more murders than she's seen on TV. I shower her her with the finest, from Hermes bags to trips to my private island in the Caribbean's. I would do anything to see her smile like when I first met her. I know I'm a little hard on her but she just doesn't follow orders well. Anyone else would be dead already but I desire her. Sexually she is distant so I've left her alone to make her more at ease but she want have much time. I always get what I want.

As I prepare myself to meet my brother, Arian at the airport I can't help but dread this reunion. Arian is not my biological brother, we were best friends originally.  And I say were because we've haven't seen eye to eye since he believed me to have killed his beloved. He's not exactly wrong, he's just wrong about the why. She and her family owed me money and he knew this. It was all business. He believed I was envious of his love. He should not have fallen in love with her knowing this. He knew the score. But her death wasn't my usual MO, so he really has no proof. It's not that I'm in fear of what he will do cause I fear no one, it's only because of what his family has done for me. I wouldn't have what I have now if it weren't for them.

The Kadriovski's took me in when I was twelve after my parents were killed by a rival family. They adopted me and treated me just like I was theirs. When they passed they gave Arian the western empire and I the eastern. Although I'm more ruthless than Arian, but once he is pissed doves will cry. They always referred to us as Cain and Abel, him being Abel. Cain did kill Abel and if I have to I will.

"Storm I'll be back in about an hour make yourself presentable for our guest." She nods her head and I leave to pick up Arian.

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Finally he leaves. I enjoy these moments I have to myself. It's peaceful with him gone. I'm more relax and so is the staff. He is nothing but a tyrant. He's verbally, physically, mentally, emotionally, you name it, abusive. I've seen more doctors since my stay here than I did pre Armend. And he had the nerve to choose white as the decor because he says its pure and godly and that is what I remind him of. Doesn't he see that he taints this home every time he crosses the threshold. He is satan. He is Lucifer.

I cry myself to sleep every night. I'd much prefer to leave on the streets than to suffer this abuse. The sad part is that he believes that it's for my own good. Have you ever watch the movie Sybil? Well watch cause I swear his actions resemble the mother in the movie. Like the time she pushed Sybil down the stairs and told her, "Have I nice trip, see you next fall." And then had the audacity to give a plate of cookies to soothe her afterwards. I just wish for once someone would really save me from my life. There is no winning from losing.

I ready myself cause I dare not defy him. I've learn now that it's best to keep that beast at bay if I can help it. After I've bathe, I decide to adorn a white dress that Aphrodite would have worn had she lived in these times. It was lace at the top with a gold belt at the waist that flowed out with a split to about mid thigh. I paired this with white and gold Manolo Blahnik's with gold accessories. Katherina my personal maiden straighten my hair. The make makeup I wear is a little eyeliner and lipstick.

I'm downstairs making the final touches on dinner when I here laughter coming from the foyer. I quickly take a seat in the grand room and wait for their entrance. When they enter I can't help but be in awe of the man that has appeared before me. He was beautiful. Armend was handsome but this man her looked as if he were a Greek god reincarnated. His hair is the blackest of black. It actually looks like Picasso painted on his head it is so neatly combed. His eyes are the purest blue and his facial features are perfectly chiseled. I quickly avert my attention to Armend cause my gawking will only bring me punishment later.

I stand to greet Arian the way I've been trained to and kiss Armend on his cheek. Armend must sense my attraction or maybe it was the kiss on the cheek cause his face shows no emotion and when his face is this way it's not good, not good at all. Armend introduces us and proceeds to to usher us into the dining room. Along with Arian are three large men who range from at least 6'5 to 6'8. They look like walking killing machines.

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Does she think I'm oblivious to her reaction? She looks at my brother as if he was god himself. She has the gull to think I wouldn't notice. And then she insults me by kissing my cheek, My CHEEK for CHRIST sake. I will not lash out at her, I will compose myself. This will be handled later. She will learn about those eyes of hers. Maybe I'll permanently blind her. Hmmm that sounds tasteful to my ears.

"My, my, my dear brother what's with all the white. A man like you should maybe have chosen black." Arian says with sheer curiosity. This outburst causes Storm to laugh spitting her wine out. I send her death glare. She stiffens and put her head down. "Now brother surely your not upset. I see you're still the raging bull you always were. Were is your humor my familjen." Don't worry my princesha ime, if he bothers you let me know. Sillem Armend." He says with his award winning smile. I can slit his throat right now. "I don't understand what your saying."she says all innocent. I wonder if she would like having her mouth sewn. "Oh I simply told him to behave."
This dinner needs to be over soon.

After we've dined and engaged in a little conversation we all retire to our sleeping quarters. Now I must give my attention to little miss disobedient. " STORM come here now." She drops whatever she's holding and starts crying. This annoys me and before I know it slap her so hard she falls to the ground. "Please Armend I-I'm sorry."she pleads. "Shut up and get up." I take my belt off and in my rage rip her dress off her and whip her. When I'm done I see she's bleeding and has whelps everywhere. She not even begging or pleading anymore. She's just there as if she drifted off somewhere. "Clean yourself and then come to bed." Make it quick." She gathers herself and goes to the bathroom. Thirty minutes after all her whimpering she comes to bed. She zombie like. "What have you learned Dashuria ime?" She stare at the ceiling and says, "to except death." So she wants to die. That can be arranged if she keeps trying me."