by Candy Quinn
“You…” I say as the flesh of my ass presses against a rung of the ladder, and he’s looming over me now, still not touching a thing. But the answer is on my lips. “You hired me to follow your exact commands, Master,” I say, swallowing.
“Good girl,” he says, reaching forward and taking my breasts in his hands, thumbs stroking over my nipples, and I gasp as electricity unlike anything I’ve even known shoots through my body. “You’ll make a fine little maid, if you learn so quickly.”
“Th-thank you, Master,” I manage, getting the rhythm of things. Something warm rolls through me as I sense his approval.
“Very good indeed,” he says, his accent a sweet spice on his tongue. “I reward my obedient servants well.” His hands go to his coat, and he slips it off, tossing it aside before his hands go to his black shirt, unbuttoning each button slowly on his way down, slowly exposing a chest with more muscle, more statuesque definition than I could have looked for in a Renaissance painting. His physique is flawless, I realize as he strips the shirt off and takes my tiny hand in his massive one to put to his chest.
There’s a powerful heartbeat there, so at least I know he’s not a vampire. He then lets me explore his torso, letting me feel every inch of rippling abs, sides, pecs, shoulders...he’s a god among men, I decide, blinking as if to wake myself from a dream.
And he can do whatever he wants with me.
He takes my hand again, bringing it down to his trousers, where I feel the thing between his legs. He’s absolutely massive, the bulge threatening to burst from his pants, and once I’ve gotten a feel of him stiffening, he unbuttons his pants and lets the massive cock out.
“Oh god,” I say without thinking. The size of the thing is enormous. It bulges purple at the crown, hungry, needy, and all for me, it occurs to me. The thick shaft is ribbed with veins, more girth than I’ve ever dreamed of. And it ends in heavy, full balls, the smell of his virile masculinity filling my senses already.
“‘God’ is a little excessive, Maisie,” he says, amused. I can tell he knows I’m a virgin—nobody else would have that kind of reaction to a cock. But it only makes it stiffen even more, leaving it erect and alert for me. “Now, what do we say to Master?”
The words come to me before I can even form them in my mind, pure, raw instinct. “Please, Master,” I say, my tone begging, “fuck me. I want to feel whole with you inside me, Master.” Is this even me talking? I’ve hardly even had a boyfriend, much less...whatever I just asked Lord Alastair! But something about him is so overwhelming I just can’t help it.
He reaches down and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, guiding me to push myself up a few rungs on the ladder to his height. “Good girl,” he says in a dark husk, and as my wet pussy radiates heat, I feel his crown at my lips, and he pushes in.
“Ohhh!” I gasp, a stifled yelp as he covers my mouth with his hand, pressing my head against the rungs of the ladder.
“Shush, darling,” he coos, “I’ll tell you when you can speak.”
I draw in a sharp breath as he pushes himself into me, and it’s unlike anything I could have expected. His shaft is hard and hot, and my heat mixes with his deliciously inside my pussy. I’m so tight around him I’m worried it won’t all fit, but I’m so slick with honey that my whole body seems to welcome him in.
I never thought I would need this, but as he penetrates me to the hilt, I realize that I do. I’m hypnotized by his gaze as my eyes watch his. I think I should close them—that’s what they do in the movies, right? But I’m held in place by his eyes, and I wonder if he really is some kind of unearthly being, so powerful is his hold on me.
“I knew you would be tight around me, darling,” he growls as he starts to grind into me, gently at first, his bulging, needy crown feeling every inch of my insides, touching parts of me my fingers would never reach, “but I didn’t think you’d be quite so...fitting,” he says, and I can feel a shudder of pleasure ripple through him as he starts to pick up a rhythm move in and out of me.
The idea that I could have this effect on him makes my heart want to swell out of my chest. That this towering, powerful man could be so turned on by some maid? A servant? But I’m so much more than that, something in me tells me, the same something that spurred me on to bend to the will of my lust so easily. It’s an intoxicating feeling.
I was always told that your first time was supposed to hurt, but Lord Alastair doesn’t feel like that. It’s frightening, having something so huge and throbbing inside of me, but the way he moves is firm and practiced, striking parts of me that have always been begging to be struck, if only I’d been in touch with my body. Nothing like the pain I’ve heard about.
It feels right.
Up on the ladder, I can let myself bounce on his cock, and it doesn’t take me long to start to match his steady rhythm, pushing his cock deeper and deeper within me. I need him. I need this. This virile example of masculinity is utter perfection, his body rippling with power and energy, his musk like a drug I can’t get enough of.
“Sing for me, darling,” he commands, removing his hand from my lips to hold my wrists behind my back on the ladder, pinning me against it with his bulging spear. At his command, I let little moaning gasps escape me as my mouth hangs open. As he hears me, his cock swells, and I feel precum wetting my insides.
I feel electricity at my nipples, and I look down to realize his mouth has gone to them, teeth grazing against them as he pounds fiercely into me, his cock arching up and striking the innermost walls of my pussy.
Suddenly, as suddenly as Lord Alastair swept me into this library, I feel heat rising up in me like a geyser, and I arch my back as I realize he’s bucking against what must be my g-spot. My orgasm hits me, hard, and I let out a loud cry that echoes in the huge library. That only makes him fuck me harder, more fiercely, his torturous rhythm exciting that same spot gloriously and making the waterfall of ecstasy wash through me over and over again.
My cries fill the room like music as he torments my breasts, his tongue washing over my nipples and teeth gently biting at them. I want to squirm away, but I have nowhere to go—I’m utterly in his grasp.
“You’re uncivilized, darling,” he says into my ear as he pants, his massive cock swelling and thrusting into me with renewed vigor. “You’ve known from the moment you walked into my ancient halls that you’re in over your head. A commoner. A maid.” He runs a hand down my back, nails scratching into me as he does, marking me as I let out a gasp. I’m too overwhelmed by the sensation and passion to protest.
“If you want to prove yourself to me, darling,” he growls, more fierce and sinister now, “you’ve got to work for it.”
I have no idea what to do, my mind a haze of pleasure and fear all wrapped into one in Lord Alastair’s grasp. Should I arch my back, clench, scratch his back? But even as I wonder, he just seems to be able to guide my hips around to let his cock deep into my pussy harder and faster and with such blissfully precise thrusts that I feel like I’ve been doing this for years.
Yet I feel the need to please him, to let him have more of me, somehow, anyway I can, and so the words spill out of my mouth without hesitation:
“Come inside me, Master!”
It’s not a request, it’s a plea, full of desire and the drive of the primal lust this first time with him has awakened in me. And as I beg for his seed, I feel his cock swell larger and harder than I ever knew a cock could be.
“You’ll learn well from me,” he growls into my ear as he starts growing faster and harder, my honey seemingly endless as he pounds into me. His bucking grows less regular, and I realize by the low groan in his throat that he’s giving up restraint. This is who he’s meant to be, an unbridled breeding machine. And I’m his victim.
“I’m yours, Master,” I gasp, and his hand brings my face to his, our lips locking as I feel his seed explode within me, filling up my tight, come-drenched pussy with hard, regular pulses.
I had no idea what it would feel like. Sure
, I’ve read about it before, but this is nothing like what I’d read about. It’s complete bliss, feeling his naked cock release itself, twitching and throbbing within me.
I want as much as I can get of him, so I push my hips in time with him as he doesn’t stop bucking, even as he’s drained of all his masculine, virile, pearly seed. I want every last drop of it to fill me up, and nothing in me cares about the consequences. I just want him. All of him.
And as suddenly as it came on, it starts to recede, the last of his seed entering me as his tongue washes over mine. He’s savoring my taste, and he opens his eyes to look at his willing victim. I bat my eyes as he smiles, wanting to look pretty for Master. And the glimmer in his eyes tells me I’m succeeding.
But then I feel a slight sense of loss as he pulls out of me, some of his seed spilling out with his cock, and he zips himself up, turning and moving to his shirt and jacket to get dressed again, just like that. I’m still breathing heavily, naked, on the rungs of the ladder.
“Your first lesson went well, Maisie. Under my tutelage, you will learn quickly how to please me. Do not speak to anyone about our private sessions. Your second lesson will take place tonight, after dinner. Go.”
I’m stunned by how simple the statement is, yet the promise of more entices me. I swallow before I find my voice, remembering what he instructed me earlier. “Yes, Master.”
He strides over to the fireplace, gazing silently into it as I get dressed in a hurry—or at least, as hurriedly as I can slip into the complicated lingerie. But within a few minutes, my heels are clicking on my way back down the lonely hallway, my head abuzz with...well, everything.
I just gave my virginity to Lord Alastair. I’m not sure what’s shaken me up more—that, or the fact that I want more.
I spend the rest of the afternoon shadowing Beth and the other senior maid, Frannie, learning the basics of how to help run the Delaney house.
They’re an old and sweet pair, and as we bustle around the house, I can’t help but feel like a daughter being doted on.
“Oh yes, we’ve seen a lot of employees come and go over the years, decades, even! Especially since Lord Alastair has taken over the affairs of the estate.”
“Tch, you make him sound so dour, Frannie. He really is an excellent young man. Talented, authoritative, knows how to keep the affairs of the family in order at home. We’re both rather proud of him.”
“Of course, I just meant that he can come off as a little strict for some. But I can tell that you’ve got tenacity, dearie, I’m sure you’ll get along with him swimmingly! Especially if he’s speaking with you in private on your first day—he must see something special in you.”
I guess you can call it that, I think as we set about preparing dinner. Tonight’s menu includes filet mignon and a side of roasted asparagus. I don’t even recognize some of the spices the maids are telling me to put into the meat, but I obey, feeling myself exceedingly conscientious of what I put into my labor. I know exactly why, too—it’s burning between my legs even as I bustle about, the promise he made to me making my heart pound.
“Are you okay, dearie?” Beth asks, noticing my blush as I remember the feel of his cock. “You look a bit flustered.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, just been quite a day!” I laugh off with a nervous smile, and she beams back sweetly. But while I’ve got the chance, I decide to take advantage of what information I can squeeze out of my new coworkers. “So I have to admit, I don’t know much about the Delaneys, but they seem to be famous around Surrey.”
“Ooooh, you don’t know the half of it!” Frannie says, tending to the asparagus while Beth climbs up a tall shelf to retrieve an opened bottle of red wine with a date on it so old I feel my heart skip a beat. “He’s quite the philanthropist. Pours money into the community, holds charity balls every weekend it feels like, that sort of thing.”
“Oh yes,” Beth chimes in, “bit of an old-fashioned type, Lord Alistair. Always had a taste for the Victorian life, he has, compared to his globe-trotting brothers,” she adds with a roll of her eyes.
I nod, biting my lip. That was putting it lightly. The man has a library like something out of a fairy tale, but he looks more like a villain than a Prince Charming. “So, does he take his dinner in his quarters? Or will he be entertaining guests tonight?” I figure I’d ask, since it’s Friday, but the maids exchange looks with one another before turning to me.
“Actually, dearie,” Beth says slowly, looking a little uncertain, “he instructed us to have you serve him in the dining hall—and that you’d be joining him tonight.” She smiles, resuming her usual upbeat optimism. “That never happens! He must really see some potential in you, Maisie.”
I feel myself blush, and I bite my lip, glancing down at my outfit again. So he’s planning to have his new plaything dine with him. The thought sends a shiver through me, but not an unwelcome one. I feel a bit embarrassed that I’m going to be eating separately from the other staff, but well, it’s hard to turn down filet mignon.
“Well I suppose that explains why I’m cooking double portions!” I say lightheartedly, and the other maids laugh, and the air is clear again as we bustle about.
I find myself rather liking Beth and Frannie. They add a bit of much-needed life to the dreary manor. At least, life outside the flare of passion I have between my legs for Master.
With a covered plate of our dinners on a literal silver platter in hand, I make my way through the door to the dining hall. Inside, my jaw drops once more.
Red walls and curtains pop out against the gold ceiling and moulding of the long, spacious room, and busts of various unfamiliar faces stand between huge windows that stretch from floor to ceiling. There’s a fresco on the ceiling, depicting nymphs bathing in a refined yet borderline lewd manner.
There’s a long, ebony table in the center of the room with silver candelabras every few feet, luxurious dining chairs lining the sides. Every one of them is empty except one.
Lord Alastair sits at the head of the table, his cool eyes watching me like a lion watches a gazelle wander into his territory. It’s careful, but there’s a certain hunger to it I can’t ignore.
“Timely as ever, Maisie,” he remarks bemusedly, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs, gripping the arms of his chair as he gets comfortable.
I make my way towards him, and I set the platter before him, lifting the cover and smelling the sumptuous meal I prepared for him. For us. The wine bottle is on the platter as well, and in an automatic motion, I uncork the bottle and pour his glass, filling it until he puts up a hand calmly for me to stop. It’s quite full by that time. I wonder what kind of a drinker he is.
I move to start to pour my own, but he puts up a hand again, and I give him a perplexed look. “None for you,” he says calmly. I feel a little ashamed for presuming I’d be drinking the same wine as him, but I nod, blushing, and I stopper the bottle and set it aside before sitting down and watching him patiently.
“Well, don’t wait for me,” he says, an uncharacteristically casual smile on his features. “Eat up.”
My heart is pounding so hard I’m worried he can hear it, and I think he can, but he’s scarcely sliced his first piece of meat off before he breaks the silence.
“You’re surprised that I know so much about you,” he states in simple fact, and I look up at him, expecting the statement to be going somewhere. I can’t say he’s wrong. “I take care to study the people I invite into my domain, Maisie. You were particularly intriguing, but people are never who they are on paper. I will hear it from your own lips. Tell me of Conwy.”
He speaks with such presumptive authority that I’m cowed a moment. His commands are not requests. I curse myself as I feel my heart flutter at how easily he sways my will, bending me to his.
“Conwy is...well, I could say it’s idyllic, but I suppose that’s nothing compared to your estate. Master,” I add after a beat that he doesn’t miss. His attention is a steel trap, I swear. “But for Wales
, it’s a beautiful countryside town. Towering old castle spires, rolling hills and mountains in the distance, beautiful view of the Irish Sea...and not much else,” I finish with a sardonic smile, to which he raises an eyebrow, chewing his meat as he listens. “Not the most opportunity back home.”
Finally, he smiles, then gives a bit of a laugh, and I feel terribly embarrassed. Have I already made myself look like a fool in front of this highborn English lord?
“You do this dour old place too much grace, Maisie,” he says, looking out the window into the night, the town of Rookswood glittering in the distance. “This manor is a glum corner of the country compared to the Welsh coast. I’ve been. The views of the sea are so breathtaking, you could lose yourself in them. Let yourself get swept up by the salty waves,” he muses, taking a drink of his wine before setting his glass down and looking at me.
“I suppose the grass is always greener somewhere else, Master,” I say with a faint smile, and his eyes warm at the sight of it. That makes me feel warm between my legs. Something about this icy man’s approval does unexpected things to me.
“Indeed. But your accent sounds unusual for Conwy. There’s a tinge to it, but the American is there. You’ve played it up, though—when did you leave your home in America?”
I blush, not realizing how much he knows about me. “My mother is American. We moved here when I was ten, so I don’t remember an awful lot about it, I’m afraid.”
“No, you’re rather happy with your new home, aren’t you?” he says, smiling at me. “The grass is always greener, right, Maisie?”
I smile again, but a chill runs down my spine. Is he testing me? Looking for some kind of weakness in my background? As if reading my mind, his eyes narrow at me a moment.
“I’m not trying to interrogate you, Maisie,” he says smoothly, taking a drink of his wine. “You seem rather tense. Come to me.”
What is that supposed to mean? I swallow and stand up from my half-eaten dinner, walking over to him slowly until I come to a stop at his side, and he look up at me expectantly before nodding to...his lap. “Sit.”
