To my dismay, the position Theo had created was too comfortable. It was like a position made for s*x. All I had to do was lie on my stomach, my lower body pressed against him like a dog, and accept his p*nis. I didn’t have to support myself with my legs or arms.

Theo also found it much easier to penetrate and he increased the pace, his big rough hands gripping and squeezing my b*ttocks in a domineering way. The flesh of my b*ttocks spread apart, exposing the junction of my p*ssy and cl*t, and my throbbing an*s above.

Cane teased me every time we f*cked. He told me I looked like a nymph, that my lightly pigmented body, which sometimes looked pale, would turn red all over my n*pples, an*s, and p*ssy when we f*cked.

One of Theo’s fingers entered my an*s, thrusting in and out. He pushed my an*s together with his finger. With both holes being teased at the same time, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Hahhhhhh!”

I screamed as I cl*maxed with both holes being f*cked. Theo was rocking his hips fast, his fingers still in my an*s. There was less rocking and less strain on my body because I was lying on my stomach on the couch, but it made me concentrate even more on his penetration.

More sensitive, more delicate, I could feel his movements. My tight v*ginal walls spasmed as they s*cked on his p*nis, each time his p*nis slammed against the entrance to my womb.

“Ha. It seems to have gotten narrower….hmm.”

Theo’s voice cracked slightly at the end. ‘I guess my p*ssy trained too hard every day,’ I muttered to myself, panting.

As I reached my climax, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t in the small basement room or the large, luxurious room I’d slept in last night, but in the middle of an open hall. My mind slowly registered that I was moving in the open, with Theo thrusting from behind me.

“Ah, uh…yeah, if… someone… sees us… from the garden…”

“Don’t look.”

Theo cut me off and lifted his last thrust. The huge p*nis sank deep inside my v*ginal walls, still in the afterglow of climax. The thick finger inside my an*s had already grown to two. I felt the movement of the finger swirling inside me.

He didn’t just concentrate on my sensitive areas as Cane did, but he rubbed all over, hovering for a while, and then, when it became unbearable, he would press down on the sensitive area and rub deeply.

Every time it happened, my eyes turned white.

Again and again, Theo’s p*nis pushed deeper and deeper into my insides until it couldn’t go any further and began to spew its hot cum. At this point, I cl*maxed again.

“Aaahhhhhhhh!”

“Haa. Mmm. Mmm…”

Our moans and breaths mixed. Theo pulled my torso against his and kissed me. Our lips met and our tongues tangled roughly. He s*cked hard, kissing me until I felt the root of my tongue being pulled out.

My bent head hurt, but the concentrated sensations of his p*nis filling my throbbing v*ginal walls and his tongue teasing my mouth drowned out the pain.

We kissed for a while until the afterglow of our climax faded, and then Theo changed positions. He lifted me up and onto the couch, caressing my br*ast. He had ej*culated once, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping.

“Theo, just once a day…!”

I tried to push him away but instead found myself gripping his shoulders tightly as he nipped at my n*pples.

“Agh!”

My head tilted down instinctively. Through my blurred vision, I could see the fireplace, an abstract painting by the artist Brian, the entrance to the stairs leading down to the basement, and a small hallway off to the side. The sheer size of the living room made this possible.

And then… I almost screamed. A woman stood there, pale and frozen, staring at us. She was standing in the corner where the narrow corridor ended. She seemed to be in a state of panic.

She was a maid – definitely one who worked in this mansion. I recognized her immediately.

I reflexively looked down at Theo, who was s*cking on my br*ast. He seemed completely focused on me and hadn’t noticed the maid yet. I pulled him closer and let out a louder moan, hoping that the maid would quickly regain her composure and find somewhere else to escape to.

After a moment I looked back and there was no one there.

***

The maid’s working hours must have been around this time.

It was early in the morning. As I had got up earlier than usual and gone into the kitchen, I figured it must have been sometime between six and seven.

But how could Theo have come into the large living room at such a perfect moment to find me? It was too early for him to have looked in my room first.

“Damn camera.”

There had to be cameras somewhere. They were installed in the basement and in the halls of this mansion as well.

I considered the chances of there being a camera in my room. I’d estimate it was over 80 percent. Theo Blaine wouldn’t let his guard down until he had complete trust in me. He acted like he was loosening his control, but only within the boundaries of this grand prison.

Finding the cameras had been too difficult; I’d tried several times and was on the verge of giving up.

My thoughts drifted back to the maid.

At that early hour, she must have entered the vast living room, ready to perform her duties, only to be stunned by the sight of Theo and I entwined. I could easily imagine the shock on her pale face.

Was she a live-in maid, or did she commute from a nearby village? I hoped she commuted from somewhere nearby. That would mean she had more freedom of movement, which was more advantageous than being confined to this mansion.

I had no immediate plans to approach her. She was probably trembling with fear right now. The contract clearly stated that she should avoid being noticed by me, and as I had only just got to the first floor, I could imagine how worried she must be about the possibility of losing her job.

Of course, I would never tell Theo that I had seen the maid while we were having s*x, and I hoped she could keep her job without any problems. At that moment, I genuinely wished she would develop some positive feelings toward me.

Theo’s trust in his staff didn’t seem as solid as I had initially thought, so I needed to find a way to exploit that weakness. The maid and I had to become allies.

As I settled into life on the first floor and strengthened my relationships with Theo and the others, I planned to naturally meet the maid under the guise of becoming friends. Then, I would ask Theo not to fire her, explaining that she could now have someone to talk to, easing the tension.

I wasn’t sure yet if the maid’s presence would work to my advantage or not. However, befriending her would open up more possibilities and give me valuable information, so there was no reason to avoid her.

I needed to make the most of this new card I’d been dealt. Given the highly unfavorable circumstances, the only way to win this battle was to exploit every small opportunity and crack into my situation.

***

“Didn’t you mention in an interview that you were planning to write a sequel to this book?”

Noel asked, holding my book, The Psychology of Self. We were sitting in a cozy living room, reading, while the soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the ceiling shade, casting a warm, golden glow. The thin threads woven into a mosaic pattern on the shade reflected the light, scattering shimmering shadows around us.

“Yes, I did.”

“How about writing here?.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I simply said, Well, I’m not sure. If I had come here for a vacation, I would have worked on my paper. The vibrant nature, the beautiful house, and a partner who took care of all my needs—it all seemed ideal for writing.

But if I were to write my book in this situation, it would undoubtedly turn into the most absurd work of my career. I wasn’t here for a vacation. With my sense of self in complete disarray, there was no way I could refine and deepen the theories of self-psychology.

“Maybe after some more time.”

I looked at him and smiled.

“This is an incredibly insightful book on self-psychology. I never imagined it could be interpreted from this perspective.”

Noel continued offering a few more compliments about the book, but I didn’t feel particularly pleased by his praise. Whether as a doctor or an academic, I felt deeply ashamed in the presence of both Theo and Noel. Theo embodied the limits of my abilities, and since Noel, the very subject of my research, was praising my book’s achievements, I found it hard to take his words at face value.

I nodded with a faint smile but didn’t respond further, and Noel soon stopped his praise as well. I shifted my attention back to the book I had been reading.

It had been four days since I made love with Theo in the living room, and today marked the 25th day since my kidnapping.

Life in the mansion was undeniably luxurious. The sheets and clothes in my room were always kept clean and perfectly arranged, thanks to the maid’s meticulous care. The refrigerator was consistently filled with fresh, high-quality food. While Noel usually handled the cooking, the maid often prepared and delivered a variety of side dishes to complement the meals.