The Heiress

The Heiress-6

The next morning's group workout was intense strength training. They worked in pairs, as usual, and helped spot each other's bench presses. Arian had gone first and was spotting 5 when two large men entered the room. They spoke to a servant, who pointed them in the direction of 5 and Arian. The men stalked over and without so much as a word, picked Arian up by the arms and carried him out of the room.

"Hey, what?" He questioned almost immediately. They didn't respond.

One they reached the hall they dropped Arian to his knees and began to drag rather than carry him.

"You know, I will follow you," Arian tried again. Again, he got no response.

"No? Okay then."

This earned him a glare and a growl from the man on his right, so he dropped his head and allowed the men to drag his knees on the carpet, wincing at the burn.

As they got closer to the room he could hear the yelling from inside. The door was opened and he was thrown inside Adler Rothschild's office. He pushed himself up to his knees as quickly as he could, trying to get a grasp on the situation.

"Please, dad. Just listen to me!" Sophia was yelling at her father.

"I gave you very specific instructions, and you chose to ignore me."

"Dad I just-" Adler cut her off.

"Sophia," he growled.

"Please listen!"

"You listen to me Sophia Anne," Adler yelled, his voice growing louder and more pronounced as he spoke, "either you will fuck that slave," he pointed to Arian, acknowledging his presence in the room for the first time, "or I will fuck him bloody with my favorite dagger! Now get out."

Sophia stared at her father for a moment longer before breaking her gaze and leaving the room. Arian just started at the floor, wide eyed, trying to comprehend what had just happened when the two men took him again, this time throwing him into Sophia's room. She was standing at the window with her back to him. He stood up as soon as the men left and walked towards her.

"What the hell was that, Sophia?"

She sniffed and ran the sleeves of her sweater under her eyes before she turned around. She didn't answer.

"What's going on?"

"My family has been inbreeding for generations, so it didn't really matter if the head of the family only had girls, her children would still have the Rothschild name; but I don't have any cousins or other distant relations, and Ari, I'm an only child."

Arian stayed silent as he began to piece everything together.

"The family name means everything," Sophia spoke with a sniffle.

The intelligence test, the master watching their training, the personal inspection, Sophia's slight distance and her discomfort with his place at the estate, it was all starting to make sense.

"And I don't have a name for your child to take," Arian spoke in hollow realization.

"I didn't want to go through with it."

"You can make your own choices, Sophia."

"No, because I'm the bloody idiot who actually cares about you. Arian, I can't let him hurt you."

"Soph," he hesitantly tried a shortening of her name as he wrapped his arms around her shaking shoulders, "I'll survive." He shuddered at the thought Adler's threat.

Sophia stood in his embrace for a matter of minutes before she spoke again.

"He's going to get what he wants one way or another, he always does. I may as well give it to him before you get hurt, well, more hurt than you already are," she gestured to his carpet burnt knees.

Arian put his fingers in her hair and gently kissed the top of her head. She began lifting the hem of her sweater, he caught her hands and held them steady.

"If we're going to do this, let me do the only thing I know anymore," he paused as she met his eyes.

"Let me love you."

Sophia just looked at him, so he took that as permission to take charge. He moved his right hand to the back of her neck and kissed her with the urgency that their situation dictated. She immediately kissed him back with far more passion than he had expected. They moved effortlessly from one kiss into the next before having to take a breath. He kissed her again and lifted her into the bed, using his own hands to pull the sweater over her head. Unlike most of his patrons, she helped by pulling his shirt off soon after.

Arian crawled onto the bed mid kiss and forced Sophia to lie down. He placed his right hand under her back and moved her further up into the bed, gently grinding his hips onto hers. She only kissed him deeper, as though she was waiting for him to discover the passion in her most secret of places.

He moved his hand into her jeans, stimulating her with his fingers, she broke the kiss with a moan of pleasure. He continued this for a moment more while removing her bra with his left hand. Continuing his rubbing he began to worship her breasts with his tongue, leaving her mouth free to ensure that he was keeping her satisfied.

Eventually, Arian pulled Sophia's pants down and moved his kisses to her clitoris, her gasps of pleasure indicated that the men she had been with really didn't know how to please a woman. He kissed and licked her lips before slowly inserting his tongue inside of her, trying to fully complete the foreplay. Soon enough, he couldn't hold himself back any longer and removed his shorts. Sophia sat up, breathing hard and put her arms around his neck. He gently positioned her and slowly pushed into her heat, kissing her softly as their bodies began to move together in an erotic dance.

Arian was so encased in euphoric bliss that he had to remind himself that pregnancy was the desired result of his services this time. Knowing he was close to reaching his climax, Arian stimulated Sophia more, continuing to make her moan until they both collapsed in onto the bed in a post orgasmic daze.

Sophia let out a breath before she spoke with a laugh.

"You were right, you sure do know how to do that."

Arian laughed too before rolling onto his side to look at her, she wasn't crying anymore.

"So your dad is pretty dead set on you getting pregnant, isn't he?"

"He wants time with his grandchildren, I think he's realized that he's not a young man anymore."

"Understandable, sort of."

"He only wants what's best for the family, or the continuation of the family."

"Evidently, we had a rather extensive screening process so he could choose which slave would father his grandchild," Arian spoke as he propped his head up on his right arm.

"Yes, he planned that very carefully. He even had a photographer show him what the child would look like with each match."

Arian laughed.

"Which was his favorite?"

Sophia hummed as she thought back to the day that her father had obsessed over the photos.

"5. But he did very poorly on the intelligence test. Apparently he's all brawn and no brains."

Arian considered her statement before laughing again.

"He is."

Their conversation was cut short by a knock on the door. Sophia wrapped herself in a blanket before calling for entrance. Adler's men returned to the room. Upon seeing Arian naked on the bed, they gestured for him to follow them. He stood and retrieved his clothes from around the room, pulling his shorts on but carrying his shoes and shirt. He began to leave the room but Sophia's voice stopped him.

"No goodbye kiss?" She asked with mock seduction on her tongue. Arian turned around and kissed her, he pulled her body close to his and kissed her with everything he was before the guards took his arm and backed him out of the room.

Sophia watched him go before collapsing back onto the bed.

"Wow."