by Angela Blake
“Y-yes?” I tried to ask when his stare was getting too long and uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure what it meant or if I wanted to garner its attention any longer. All I knew was that even I couldn’t break away.
“N-nothing,” he suddenly pulled away and the tension between us broke.
I let out a soft sigh and then pulled his face back towards me. He didn’t just look my way, however. He turned towards me, wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in. Before I knew what was going on I felt him lift me up and his lips pressed against mine.
For a moment I felt nauseas. The warm, wet sensation of his kiss penetrated through my very being and I felt a wave of uneasiness just wash over me like a tidal wave slamming against a rock wall. My eyes shut and I crumbled underneath the pressure of his touch and before I knew it my lips had parted and his tongue had lashed deep within, toying and flicking about with my own.
The sudden wave of his kiss and tongue was intoxicating, to say the least. When his heavy hands gripped me by the arms I melted right into them and all inhibitions about letting go evaporated into thin air. At that moment I surrendered everything into the moment and before I knew it I was up on his lap, seated facing him and our lips still locked in an ever-growing torrid kiss.
“Mmm,” I mumbled softly as his lips roamed from my lips to my ear and I gasped when his tongue found its way in. He devoured my flesh like I was but a dessert and I gave myself to him. His hands held me tightly and he pulled me in closer. At this tight of an embrace my breasts pushed against his chest.
Adam grabbed me from behind, gently but firmly grabbing my head and he pulled back so he could bend down and begin kissing me from my ears to my neck. I moaned softly as he did and my body involuntarily began to grind against his own. My hips swayed back and forth and I felt the meat between his legs begin to stiffen. His rod, even with the thickness of his clothes, rubbed against the soft flesh of my womanhood with pure, unbridled strength that I felt my knees weaken at a moment’s notice. It was like rubbing myself against a steel vibrator and I shuddered at the ecstasy that began to take over me.
He pulled at my dress, exposing my breasts in an instant, and he quickly dove in to suckle on my left. I felt his teeth gnash at my nipple and he sucked on it hard. The pressure from his assault jolted my entire body and I gasped and moaned out loud. My hands curved across his back and I scratched and pulled his hair as I relished in the pleasure of his attention.
I felt a shuffle underneath and when I opened my eyes I saw he had pushed the bottom of my dress up, exposing my lacy thong. Adam reached down and grabbed my pussy, feeling it through the cloth. Even I was shocked to discover how wet I was down there and the feeling of his fingers rubbing against my flesh drove me utterly insane. I bit down on my lip as I anticipated what was next and he did not disappoint – he ripped my underwear off and toss the ruined fabric off to the side.
My cheeks flushed red with shame when I remembered how naked my pussy was. I made it a habit to shave my womanhood and now it was bare and exposed for him to witness. I felt shy and uncertain – or maybe it was just the alcohol in my system.
“Ooh!” I uttered when he lifted me with his big, strong arms and lay me on my back right on the couch. He then spread my legs and lifted them up. Before I could even moan of pleasure or utter a word of protest he pushed his face in and gave me a lick.
“O-oh my, God,” I moaned out as he ate my pussy, licking and gently caressing in. My legs shook and my body tightened with the tension and pleasure wrapping me and engorging me all simultaneously. I felt like I was being suffocated with pure ecstasy and instead of fighting the current I swam in it.
His tongue then found its way to my clit and as soon as he applied pressure I let out a yelp. My eyes shot out wide and I gasped and struggled to breath due to the intense amount of ecstasy and shock coursing through my body.
But then the intensity multiplied a thousand times over when he pressed my clit with his finger. I couldn’t help but kick out with both my feet and my hands reached down to grasp and yank at anything I could hold onto – his hair, the couch, my now tussled dress.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” I muttered in pure nonsense. My vision was beginning to blur into a void of whiteness as the ecstasy was overwhelming my senses. My gut knotted and I felt my climax suddenly peak within.
My jaw dropped and my mouth opened wide as I let out a silent scream. My legs shook wildly and I began to orgasm. It lasted for several seconds and my body collapsed under a heavy weight of relaxation and pleasure.
Ashamed of my sudden release I bit down on my lip and turned away. I saw him look at my body very carefully. With his deep, booming voice he asked, “You are a virgin?”
“H-how did you know?” I was both ashamed and curious.
Adam grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I stroked it and as I did he explained, “Not once did you thrust your fingers into yourself. A woman who knows the pleasure of a cock inside her flesh will not think twice about playing with herself. You did and so I know you still have your protective veil.”
“I-I’m sorry,” I mumbled softly and my gaze was down on the floor.
“Do not worry,” he told me as he patted my cheek. “I will not take it from you… for now. But you have proven your obedience and your loyalty to me. For now, come and rest. You may sleep in the special guest room tonight.”
“Won’t I sleep with you?” I asked absent-mindedly.
He shook his head and began to fix his clothing, “I have some work left to finish. I will be back much later so go ahead and sleep. If you ever need anything, just pick up the landline phones in the hallways and dial 0-1-2 to call my maids. You also have full control over the kitchen.”
I nodded and watched as he fixed himself. As he did he kept his gaze on me. Where once I felt awkward and uncertain with his lingering gazes I now felt appreciated. I observed as his eyes lingered the most on my breasts and pussy and he gave the latter one last kiss before he bade me farewell and left.
Alone, I fixed up my dress but remained bare-foot and roamed around the manor. Most of the doors were locked but I eventually found the guest room he told me about. Before I called it a night, however, I fixed up a cup of coffee in the kitchen and wasted an hour pondering over what had just transpired.
Lumiere and Cogsworth
In the morning I got a text message from Adam, telling me the butlers and maids were already up and about in the house. Fortunately, he was kind enough to leave me some clothes. I wasn’t sure how he knew my size but I could only assume he and Madame Florinda discussed my measurements the day before.
When I woke up there was a beautiful dark purple babydoll nightgown laid by my bed. The shoulder straps were very thin and the neckline was once again a little too low for comfort. The bottom portion was very high and I rolled my eyes when I saw he didn’t give me shorts to wear underneath. Instead he left me a pair of white thongs and a strapless bra.
After getting dressed – and putting on a bathrobe I found hanging in the closet – I stepped outside and marveled at how beautiful the manor was in broad daylight. Sunlight pierced through the open windows and everything just had this incandescent allure.
I headed to the kitchen first and I was a little caught off-guard to see a middle-aged man, roughly in his late thirties, making a cup of coffee. He was very tall, lithe and had well-groomed brown hair. Most peculiar, however, was his long and curled moustache.
“O-oh, hello,” I greeted with a meek and soft voice. “I-I’m Bella Verdandi.”
The man looked at me and gave a warm smile. He then bowed his head and greeted, “Good morning, mademoiselle, my name is Sebastian Lumiere and I am Master Rousseau’s bouteiller – ah, butler. How may I be of service? Would you like some coffee now or would you rather it wait until after breakfast?”
A smile crept across my face but I wasn’t sure if it was just me admiring his very strong French accent or at how jovial and kind he was. I th
en took a seat close to him and answered, “I’d like it now, please. I do hope it’s no trouble.”
“Oh, no trouble at all,” he dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. He then headed to a very large espresso machine, took some milk and an espresso glass and began working on fixing me a cup of cappuccino. “It’s just really nice to see the maestro dating someone again. It has been so long.”
I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Dating? I can’t really say I’m dating him. I just met him yesterday.”
“Things go by so quickly, don’t they?” he retorted and then followed with, “You must admit though, mademoiselle, the maestro is very handsome, no? Very gallant and big, that one is.”
I giggled at the mention of how big Adam was as my thoughts immediately traced back to the size of his manhood. I then took the finished cappuccino from Lumiere, sipped and then looked up at him with eyes sparkling in amazement.
“Wow, this is really good,” I complimented.
He tousled his hair and smiled, “You do know le café le plus magnifique hails from France, yes? I am French therefore it must be in my blood, lest I boast too much. Now, do not steer our conversation and tell me the truth: what do you think of le maestro?”
I took another sip of coffee and felt my nervousness begin to fade away. I was getting comfortable – or at least amused – with Lumiere and answered, “If you want me to be honest then I’ll be mercilessly blunt about it. I do find him incredibly handsome and he can be sweet and gentle. However, he also seems very cruel and very scary at times.”
Lumiere wagged a finger and nodded, “That is very true, mon’amie. Even to this day, I find the maestro a horrifying man when he is angry.”
“You always find him horrifying,” butt in the words of an old man.
We both turned around to see a man in his sixties leaning on the kitchen counter as he fixed up a very elaborate sandwich. He wasn’t as tall as Lumiere but he too had very thick grey handlebars of a moustache. The hair on his head was receding but he combed what was left very neatly and even this early in the day he was dressed in a semi-formal pair of trousers and dress shirt.
“Ah, mademoiselle let me introduce you to Jacques Cogsworth, the majordomo of this household,” Lumiere said. “Now, to clarify my statement I do tremble in fear when the maestro is around but it doesn’t mean I do not respect him. I chose to work for him, after all.”
Cogsworth nodded in agreement and the old man gave me a quick lookover, “Is she the one, then?”
“You never know – she very well could be,” Lumiere responded.
“Hello, I’m right here,” I reminded them both. “What do you mean when you say I could be the one?”
The two looked at each other, as if trading questions and opinions with their glances and their minds, before Lumiere finally turned to me. He then explained, “We believe the maestro has some kind of, uh, curse plaguing him.”
“No, not a curse per se but more so a twist of karma,” Cogsworth tried to illuminate but it only clouded the discussion further. “You see, many years ago a woman came by the manor and asked for aid. The maestro was young and arrogant at the time – he was still on the rise of his empire, you see, and he didn’t want to be seen hanging around a woman of no nobility or class. He shunned her and it turned out she was the mother of Marjolaine Durand.”
Almost instantly the name rang bells in my head and I replied, “Ms. Durand, t-the CEO of the Emerald Conclave?”
She was only the CEO of the biggest financial corporation in the whole freaking world. She started making millions when she was just a teenager and her success just continued to pile on as she got older. For Adam to insult her mother it must have been devastating.
Cogsworth nodded solemnly and said, “Ever since then the master has had difficulty gaining the respect of his peers, even after rising up to the top. It’s one of the reasons people mistake him as an upstart gangster.”
“His father had dealings with the Mafia, true,” Lumiere added in, “but the maestro built his stock firm and all its success with his own hands. Still, no one wants to accept him because of the mistakes of his past.”
“Wait,” I then interrupted. “What does all this have to do with me then?”
Cogsworth took the chance to further elaborate, “We think the master needs to stop focusing on building financial success and live his life. You might be the one to achieve this. Well, if and only if you are indeed the one to unlock the doors to his heart.”
“You were corny before,” Lumiere said with a sigh, “but that has got to be the corniest line I’ve ever heard from you, old man.”
“I do mean it,” Cogsworth wouldn’t back down. He then pointed at me and said, “Maybe they can fall in love. Maybe when he’s in love he will change and lighten up. Maybe a change in his mood can alter how the rest of the world looks at him. You never know, right?”
I laughed and finished my cappuccino, “You two are being ridiculous. Love cannot solve all his problems. Even if it can, I assure you it is impossible that I would be the one to do it. Like I told Lumiere, Adam and I just met yesterday.”
“Yet here you are, in his home, after spending what I can only assume to be one rough night of love-making,” Lumiere pointed out. “Excuse me for being so bold, mademoiselle.”
I felt my cheeks flush red. I shouldn’t really be so embarrassed for having sex with their boss – especially since it wasn’t really full-on sex – yet I couldn’t help but feel a little shy about it. When I looked up at them they didn’t seem to look down at me like I was filthy or cheap.
“I-it’s okay, Lumiere,” I told him. “I’m the one who should be ashamed. I just met him and yet I slept with him already. You must think so lowly of me.”
Cogsworth shook his head and hands, “Oh no, no, no! As a matter of fact, I think very highly of you. You are the daughter of Maurice Verdandi himself and you made the maestro very proud yesterday at the dinner. That’s a thousand miles better than what he could achieve with a girl he’d meet at a bar.”
“Wait, you know about yesterday’s events?” I asked.
They both nodded and Lumiere elaborated, “Jacques is the majordomo, after all. He handles all of the maestro’s important papers and schedules.”
I took that into consideration and then asked them both, “Well, what can I do for now while he’s gone? I thought I’d have to go with him at all times for work but he left me to my own devices for now.”
“Well, perhaps the first thing we should do is move everything from your home to the manor,” Cogsworth suggested. “I can presume that you will be staying here more often, I suppose. It would only be prudent to move your belongings.”
That caught me by surprise, “W-wait, you want me to move here? That’s a really big decision.”
“It will benefit you, however,” Lumiere pointed out as he took my empty coffee cup and began making me breakfast. As he shuffled about the kitchen to cook some eggs he said, “You need not to worry. If you’re not comfortable sharing a room with the maestro we do have his parents’ chambers. Cogsworth and I can assemble the maids to properly fix it up for you.”
“I’m sure, Mrs. Potts and Plumette can get it done very quickly,” Cogsworth then said. “Well, if Chip doesn’t interrupt, that is.”
“W-wait, I can’t just barge in and use the room for Adam’s parents,” I tried to cut in but neither of them seemed troubled.
Lumiere just looked at me and said, “Mon’amie, the chambers have been empty for ten years. Having you occupy them would bring life back into this dusty old place. Please, let us do this if not for you or for the maestro then at least for us poor, humble servants.”
I really wanted to say no. I should say no. How would I explain this to my father? If I went through with this idea then I wouldn’t just be Adam’s slave at work but also his sex-toy at home. He could ask anything of me whether we were working or not.
Yet… in the very back of
my head and in some odd, heavy knot filling my gut and tugging at my heart, I wanted to go through with this plan.
“O-okay, let’s say I agree to all this,” I started. “How will we tell Adam? I mean, I’m sure he has absolutely no idea that you guys are moving me in.”
Cogsworth just waved it off, “Let me handle that, Madame. Just enjoy your breakfast and when you’re done come to me in the east wing so we can discuss transportation and other necessities to get your belongings here within the day. We should get it done before the master returns and require you for work.”
I nodded and watched as Cogsworth bid us both good-bye and walked down the hallway. There he greeted some of the younger maids who were busy cleaning the manor. Once I was alone again with Lumiere I tapped him on the shoulder.
“Uhm, can you show me around the place before I talk to Jacques?” I asked.
“Well, why not? It would be nice to explore the manor with you, mon’amie,” he replied. “I need to conduct an inspection anyway, so why not hit two birds with one stone, eh?”
I smiled and thanked him. He gave me some time alone to eat my breakfast – which was really good – and he came back with another cup of coffee. Once I was done and given some time to wash up he took me on a tour around the manor.
As it turns out, the manor was relatively new. Adam didn’t grow up here as his father had a big estate in Boston but it was built on gangster funds. Adam didn’t want to live in that lifestyle and so he came here and built this place using the money earned from honest dealing. Well, at least I could hope so as even to this moment I wasn’t sure if he was completely free from the mob.
The east wing was purely residential areas and this included the guest rooms, the master’s bedroom on the second floor and some of the now empty maids’ rooms. The empty rooms had been converted into studies, recreational rooms and more. When we got to the west wing I discovered it was transformed to serve as a secondary office for Adam. Lumiere explained that in recent years, however, these offices have been abandoned now that Adam built his own temporary quarters in the office building.
