"Anything" replied Frederick "I'll give you anything you want." This promise was somewhat short sighted and the Duke's dedication to his word was about to be truly tested.
"You are going to have to keep me very much satisfied."
"And how can I do that?" asked the Duke, failing to pick up on the maid's double entendre. Rose did not say another word, determined to not use verbal communication to clarify the meaning of what she had said. Instead, she lifted the forefinger of her right hand to her face and placed it slowly into her mouth. The Duke looked on as the maid proceeded to take her left hand and place it between her legs. Of course, he was by now well aware of what the maid wanted and what he would have to do if he wanted to keep his secret from his wife and the rest of the United Kingdom.
A tense silence enveloped the room as Rose awaited the reply of her master. She would, unfortunately, be left waiting for quite some time as the Duke struggled to decided what would be the appropriate action to take. This silence was broken by neither the maid nor the Duke and was instead ended by Frederick's lover, who exited the chamber with ruined lipstick and unruly hair.
"Frederick" she asked as she joined the conversation - or lack thereof - "what's going on?" Alice's entry failed to ease the mood in the room and the Duke's gaze did not depart from the eyes of Rose for even a second.
"Frederick, what is going on?" asked Alice again.
"Go home, Alice" her lover replied after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
"Frederick, what is the matter with you?" Alice was stunned and could hardly believe the man who claimed to love her so much would address her so bluntly and demand her to leave his home.
"Go home, Alice" he said again, "I will send for you soon, but for now I want you to leave my manor and go home."
Deeply offended and not wanting to stay in his presence for a moment longer, Alice stormed out of the room and down the stairs. The ferocious slamming of the front door let the Duke know that his lover (possibly former lover) had exited his home, leaving he and Rose to discuss the matter at hand.
"Rose, I cannot do this" Frederick told her following several minutes of silent contemplation, "I cannot be any more unfaithful to my wife than I have already been."
"Very well, I shall be sure to mention your self-control to the Duchess when I tell her about your escapades. Perhaps it will ease her heartache." A smug smiled formed across the face of the maid as she walked away from her master. She walked slowly and ensured she did not make it to the end of the room for she knew she had been victorious and would be called back by the defeated Frederick once he accepted the result.
"Very well, then," groaned Frederick in a voice void of all pleasure, "you win." Rose stopped in her tracks and turned to face the Lord of the Manor.
"I knew you would see sense eventually, master."
"Go into the chamber and I shall join you momentarily" instructed Frederick. If he were going to perform to the best of his ability, he would need a moment alone to clear his head. He also would have liked some time to wash his face as it had become rather covered in sweat during his sexual encounter with Alice and the events that followed.
"Oh no" said Rose, refusing Frederick's request for a moment to himself. "For the next hour, I am the one in charge. Now follow me." Without waiting for a response, Rose took the hand of the cheating husband and led him into the chamber. Frederick did not put up much of a fight as he was escorted to his room, he knew the more he struggled, the longer the situation would go on for; and the longer the situation went on for, the closer he would come to being discovered by the Duchess. Though his desire to get the act over with was the foremost factor in Frederick decision not to resist the demands of Rose, there was also a slight…very slight…hint of arousal. He had never really obeyed the demands of anybody but his wife, and her demands where usually demeaning and extremely unattractive (even the bits about getting her pregnant); but the thought of being enslaved by a woman, of whom he was generally the master, stirred something inside the Duke which he had never experienced before. Still, he tried to fight this and remain nothing more than a barely-willing participant in the sexual activities.
In the chamber, Rose took a seat at the foot of the bed which she had made so many times in the past as Frederick awkwardly stood before her, bare-chested and awaiting her commands.
"Shut the door" Rose demanded. Her slave obliged and closed the door of the chamber before returning to his post before her. In less than half an hour, Frederick had gone from a Duke to a loyal servant who existed only to obey the commands of his master.
"Good boy" Rose complemented him upon completion of the task. The maid then rose to her feet and turned her back to the man who paid her salary before telling him "now come over here and undress me." The buttons which fastened Rose's uniform called across the room to Frederick as he reluctantly approached. Rose smiled to herself as she heard the footsteps of the Duke echo throughout the room and she shook slightly upon feeling the touch of his hands on the back of her uniform. As the Duke struggled to remove the first wooden button from the buttonhole, one of his clumsy but soft hands accidentally brushed against the neck of Rose, making her once again shiver with delight. The touch of Frederick's hand was also accompanied by the feeling of his warm breath on the back of her neck which gave the maid an odd but pleasant tingling sensation. At this moment, Rose found it difficult to make commands and had to remind herself that she was in charge or risk crumbling into a ball of desire, begging the Duke to allow her the privilege of touching his body.
"Faster" demanded Rose sternly as Frederick still struggled to undo the buttons of her uniform. "I have not got any time to spare." Again, the Duke felt that inexplicable feeling of arousal upon being treated like a peasant tending to a queen. A lump formed in his throat as he unfastened the final button and his raw desire was clear in his voice when he spoke to tell his mistress "it is done."
"Good boy" declared Rose. She turned to face him once again. She was closer to him this time, close enough to feel the erection, which was growing in the undergarments, which he had slipped on following the interruption of his session with Alice. "I think you might be enjoying this more than you want to admit to yourself,” she said before running her hand through his hair.
"Yes" agreed Frederick, forced to accept that he was, in fact, enjoying this encounter with Rose a great deal.
"Yes what?" she demanded as she grabbed a handful of his short hair tightly in her fist.
"Yes mistress."
"Good boy."
Frederick's heart continued to race and the feeling of his hair being pulled by this powerful woman only served to arouse him all the more. He was feeling pain, but it didn't hurt. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. For reasons he could not even begin to understand, Rose tugging on his hair gave him one of the most intense feelings of passion, which he had ever experienced.
"Now, get down on your knees." The Duke was more than happy to comply with this demand but he may have taken too long to reply to the maid as he soon found himself being pushed to his knees without warning. "When I tell you to do something" Rose began, "I want you to do it. Understand?"
"Yes." Rose pulled on Frederick's hair once again until her replied to her in a more suitable fashion. "Yes, mistress" he said once he realised his mistake. The married man was beginning to learn that his maid was not an easy woman to please. He did not know what she desired and he did not know what was the best way to keep her happy, but he was certainly looking forward to finding out.
Chapter Five
The minutes passed and Frederick fell more and more under the spell of his maid. At her feet, he cleaned her black, worn out shoes with his tongue. It had been quite some time since Rose had purchased the footwear and so she demanded that the Duke pay extra close attention as he cleaned them.
"I want them to be sparkling with your spit" Rose told him as he moved his tongue slowly across the shoe on her left foot, "get them nice and wet." Rose had forbidden Fr
ederick from touching her without command and so she had to touch herself as her slave continued to shine her shoes with his tongue. Between her legs, she was wetter than she had ever been. All of her thoughts and fantasies about the man she worked for could not compare to the real thing. The maid had a vivid imagination, but she had never thought for one moment that Frederick would ever actually be on his knees before her, obeying her every command.
"Rise" she told him, as if she were a queen addressing some worthless traveller who had come to seek her aid. Immediately, like any good slave would, Frederick rose to his feet and faced Rose again. Rose placed the same finger that she had held in her mouth while attempting to seduce the Duke, in his mouth and pressed down until his jaw was forced to open.
"Good boy" Rose said again, leaning closer until her mouth was directly above Frederick's. She parted her lips and spat into his mouth before forcing his mouth shut and commanding him to swallow. He did just that and the sweet fluid that was his mistress's saliva ran down his throat. The powerful woman again complemented Frederick for his ability to obey orders and then followed that up with a command to lie his naked body down on the bed.
Rose ran her hand over the outside of her vagina while she watched Frederick take his body from in front of her to the bed. He was already suitably hard for the act of penetration and she was suitably wet. However, there was still one more thing Rose wanted to do before she allowed the Duke inside her.
"Do not touch yourself,” she yelled at Frederick, who had allowed his right hand to wander from his side and find its way to his eager erection. "Only I can touch that. It belongs to be." With these words, Rose placed herself onto Frederick's body, just as she had imagined she would so many times before, and took his penis between her seasoned lips. The feeling of Rose's mouth on him gave Frederick such an intense feeling of pleasure that he found it impossible to control the sounds which poured out of his mouth. He groaned more than he had ever groaned in his life. He moaned more than he had ever moaned in his life. He made noises, which before this day he did not even realise he was capable of making. What had begun as an unpromising and forced sexual encounter had turned into the most impassioned and erotic session of love making that he had ever experienced.
Rose was also very much enjoying her time with the Duke and to hear him make such noises filled her with a great deal of pride. Of course, she would never tell him that for fear of ruining the mood. Instead, Rose scorned Frederick for being so loud and insisted that she would do something which forced him to be silent; and she did just that. Rose placed her thin, female midsection onto Frederick's face and commanded him to occupy himself with licking it and using his own saliva to make the area even wetter than it already was. Frederick would spend the next ten minutes with his face between the thighs of his mistress until finally, she granted him the release which he so desperately craved. She rolled her slight frame off his body and told him "now, satisfy me." The Duke gleefully spread the legs of Rose and entered her with the same feeling one would have upon entering the gates of Heaven. No longer could Rose control the domineering persona which she had created since they entered the chamber; with her nails digging deep into the mattress, she let out the loudest of moans and begged Frederick to be harder with her. Sweat poured from the bodies of both Frederick and Rose, making them glisten in the setting sun as their ritual of love reached its climax. The Duke collapsed onto the bed next to Rose, who was still panting and struggling to return to a normal level of human function.
"That was incredible" Frederick told his maid as he put his arm around her. "I have never experienced anything like that."
Once the sky was void of all light, Rose found herself returning to her duties as the maid of the manor. Much of the housework had gone undone and the evening's meal was going to be extremely late. As she made her way down the long an winding stairway, she heard the noise of the front door being opened and the footsteps of the Duchess as she returned home from her day at her sisters.
"Rose" said the Duchess as soon as she caught a glimpse of her, "the Manor is filthy, what have you been doing all day?"
"Sorry, Madame" replied the maid, not wanting to get into specifics.
"See to it that it is cleaned from top to bottom by supper time."
"Yes, Madame."
With this, Hannah pushed her way past Rose on the stairs, not knowing her husband had been cheating on her with Alice and not knowing her husband had been cheating on her with the maid. Rose returned to her work, not knowing she and the Duke had conceived a child.
THE END
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The Duke’s Betrothed
Regency Romance
By: Rosamund Talbot
The Duke’s Betrothed
Chapter One
In the spring of 1812, Stanley turned thirty years of age. He had now lived what could conceivably be half of his life and had spent the past six years as a Duke. Though he was, and had always been, a little gullible and perhaps too easily led, Stanley was beloved by the people of England and even maintained a distant but friendly relationship with the Prince Regent. Beloved as he was, the Duke had made it to thirty without taking a woman for his wife, which was beginning to raise a few eyebrows around the Kingdom. It was indeed a curious thing for any man, much less a Duke, to arrive at such a stage in his life without a woman by his side; generally, there was only one explanation for such a thing. However, contrary to what the murmurs suggested, Stanley was not a homosexual, which was fortunate, as the world at this time did not take kindly to men lying with other men. In fact, the Duke's thirtieth birthday also served as the third anniversary for he and his girlfriend, Marisa. Stanley had first met Marisa when she was among the five extra maids hired to clean his sizeable manor before, during and after his twenty-seventh birthday celebrations. Though the butler had ensured the Duke would have no contact with any of the help, the new twenty-seven year old found himself eyeing Marisa several times throughout the night and, when he finally realised that she had been instructed no to talk to him, took it upon himself to approach her and strike up a conversation.
"Hello," he said to the mysterious maid before extending a shaky hand, "I'm Stanley". Unsurprisingly, Marisa was taken aback by the Duke endeavouring to engage her in conversation and did not immediately reply. Instead, she continued to swipe the crumbs left by various expensive foods from the table into her hand. Undeterred, Stanley introduced himself once again, this time adding, "What's your name?" Shyly, Marisa introduced herself, keeping one eye on the Duke and one eye on her work.
"You know, you can talk to me" he told her in an attempt to rouse some conversation out of the maid.
"The butler said we're not supposed to,” replied Marisa, slightly suspicious that the Duke was only talking to her as part of some cruel rich person game. Stanley laughed at the thought that the butler's demands could outrank his own and advised the young girl not to listen to the grey-haired old fool. "How long have you been working?" he proceeded to ask.
"All night, sir."
"All night? You must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?" The conversation continued in this dull, formal way for some time until the Duke finally seemed to break through to the woman by asking her about her plans for the future. From the end of this question, Marisa spoke to the Duke with a twinkle in her
eye, usually reserved only for children on Christmas Eve, which would remain not only until the end of the night, but for the next three years of her life.
Within the first four months of their relationship, Stanley knew that he wanted to make Marisa his wife, and she knew that she would say yes if she were asked to marry the Duke. However, the lord of the manor was reluctant to pose any such question for one simple reason: in the eyes of the royal family, Marisa was nothing more than the help. She was a common girl who had no place in the life of a Duke beyond folding his many socks or dusting his marble mantles. For a time of such political and social change, it was indeed strange that these extreme class divisions still existed, but they did and that was that. Even the Prince Regent, who was quite the open minded individual, would not entertain any idea that a member of the help was somehow on the same level of humanity as a member of the royal family. No, any announcement of his engagement to a maid would spell almost certain doom for Stanley and his time as a Duke.
Though he had tried his very best to make it clear to Marisa that no wedding could take place until a greater class system existed in the United Kingdom, the young girl still refused to give up on the idea of marrying her love, whom she lived with disguised as a live-in maid. For two and a half years (it took the couple six months to have their first discussion of marriage), Marisa would bring up the topic on a weekly basis. "But why does it matter what anybody else thinks?" she would ask the Duke as he tried his best to walk away from the conversation.
"Because I could be stripped of my status,” he would answer when suitably pressed. Without fail, Marisa would always reply by telling her lover that they did not need wealth or status to be happy, they only needed the love of each other. On some occasions, Stanley would storm away in frustration at this point in the conversation and spend the rest of the day in his study on the second floor. However, he would usually reply by saying "That's what you think now, but just wait until we don't have any money. We won't have any place to live and we won't have any food to eat all because you wanted to have a ring on your finger." Whenever the couple reached this point in the argument, Marisa would be the one storming off, and it would not be in frustration. She would speed away from the Duke with tears in her eyes and attempt to busy herself with some mundane household chore, which she would ultimately give up on within minutes. She could never understand why the man she loved so much did not want to make their love official.
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