The Castle

by Alexa Quinn

  I feel a tingling sensation and the whispering brush of what feels like fine electrified cobwebs momentarily tugging against my face.

  When I open my eyes I am in a hallway of tapestry-lined walls, with a magnificent carpet under my feet. Behind me is an archway just like the one I stepped through.

  Before I can examine it, I notice a woman is waiting nearby.

  “You’re exactly what I hoped for,” she says, her voice a purr of delicious sound. “They are going to love you.”

  “Who?” I ask nervously.

  “Some of our most treasured guests.”

  “Erm… I’m here to work this weekend. My friend Roxy said you needed staff. Have you seen her?”

  “Oh yes. She’s being escorted to her room. She is here to play, and you’re here to work, but I’m sure you can make time for other things… If you wish.”

  There is a suggestive look in her eyes. I am not sure I want to ask her what she means.

  She lets out a trill of laughter. “I’ve had a special request for a girl like you. You’re going to be serving to some wonderful gentleman. How would you like that?”

  “What do you mean by serving?” I ask politely.

  “You’ll wear a maid’s uniform and you’ll bring them drinks and shuffle their playing cards, and whatever else you think is appropriate, dear.”

  “Nothing else?”

  “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want while you’re here. Those are the rules. And if at any time you wish to leave, you merely need to ask any of the staff for me. My name is Juniper. But I doubt you’ll need that. I think you’ll have a lovely time here.”

  “Thank you, Juniper.”

  “Aren’t you the sweetest thing? And is there anything you would like in particular while you’re here?”

  “Erm... I don’t want anyone to know that I was here.” I feel embarrassed just saying it, and worried that she might think I am insulting Otherworld.

  I hurry to explain. “It’s just that it’s not the sort of thing I would usually do and my dad doesn’t know I’m here.”

  She looks thoughtful. “Some of our guests do wear masks while they’re here, and it’s the rules that those people’s masks can’t be removed unless they wish them to. I shall give you a demi-mask. I wouldn’t want to hide the whole of your beautiful face.”

  “But won’t that mean someone might still recognize me? I mean, I don’t think the sorts of people that I know would be here but I guess I just don’t know…”

  She lets out a tinkling laugh. “Won’t this be a nice little intrigue? As a special favor to you, I’ll enchant your mask so your particular gentlemen will never recognize you afterwards.”

  The mask she gives me is a beautiful black lace strip. It fits over my eyes and does not cover very much else.

  She assures me that it has a glamour spell on it so that the men I will be serving won’t be able to see what my face really looks like. Even my voice will sound a little different to them.

  “Can it be so that no one at all will be able to recognize me?” I ask.

  “No dear. That would take a much more powerful spell. Unless you want to pay for it?”

  There is a mischievous smile on her face. It occurs to me that she doesn’t mean paying with cash.

  “No,” I say quickly. “Just this will be fine.”

  She tells me that clothing will be provided for me on a daily basis, and sends me on my way.

  I follow my attendant down many corridors and up and down several flights of enormously wide staircases – the sort that Cinderella in her ball gown swept down towards her prince.

  We finally get to door set in a large corridor in a different wing of the castle. Inside is luxuriant suite of rooms.

  My attendant tells me that my gentlemen have not arrived yet, and that they will ring a bell for me if they need me. In the meantime I should put on my uniform and am free to wander around within the common areas.

  The uniform is inside my wardrobe. It looks like a little French maid’s uniform, except it is pink rather than black. The short-skirted dress has white frills around the low collar and the flared hem, and a frilly white apron as well.

  With it is a pair of sheer white silk stockings that come to the tops of my thighs, and which I have to hold into place with a garter belt. I have never worn such a thing before and it takes me a few minutes to figure out how it all works.

  To my dismay they have not provided any underwear to go with the outfit. I have to tug my short skirt down to make sure it is fully covering my bare bottom.

  In the mirror my bare ass is almost visible. I put on my own panties, but they are black and don’t look right with the pink skirt. Feeling anxious, I leave them off.

  I decide to give myself a tour of the suite before anyone else gets here. But then I hear the sound of the front door opening and male voices coming in. Suddenly I feel far too shy to go out of my room.

  I sit down on my bed, and my stomach is suddenly filled with butterflies. I wonder if they will call me right away. Perhaps they will want me to unpack for them.

  Some time passes without the bell ringing and I begin to relax. Maybe they won’t call me at all. If not, I will go out this evening to see if I can find Roxy.

  I spent some time looking around my own large room and bathroom, enjoying how luxuriant and pristine everything is. Then I decide to take a little nap.

  Sometime later the sound of a ringing bell wakes me. I sit up fast in bed, my heart tripping. One of the men must want me to do something for him.

  I step out of my room and for a moment I am not quite sure where to go. But then I follow the sound of the low murmur of men’s voices until I get to the lounge.

  Inside are four men. They are drinking and playing cards. From where I stand in the doorway, I cannot fully see them. I stand there tugging at my skirt and working up the courage to go in.

  Then one of the men stands up and stretches. As he turns around, his side profile is revealed.

  My heart seems to lurch. Instantly I recognize him. That strong jaw, the dark wavy hair, that big muscular six foot four body.

  Uncle Max!

  My eyes know he is there but my brain seems to go into slow motion, refusing to accept what I am seeing. My mouth dries up and I stand rooted to the spot.

  He seems to somehow sense me. His head turns. Seeing me standing there, he gives me a wolfish grin. “There she is, our little maid.”

  The other three men look around and my stomach flip-flops. I know them all. They are my dad’s best friends; Karl, Jake and Anthony.

  These past few years, after mom left him, dad had taken to inviting his friends around the house, which he’d never done before. They were always sweet to me, and would joke and tease me whenever they saw me around. As they are my dad’s friends, I have always called them uncle.

  And now here I am, standing in front of them wearing this flimsy dress and nothing on underneath. If dad were here he would be furious, and would tell me to go and change.

  I fight an urge to run back to my room.

  Uncle Max fixes those dark amber eyes of his on me, and I find myself mesmerized. My lips are trembling. I am sure he can see it. I don’t know what to do and yet a voice inside my head is insisting, quite urgently, that I must go to him.

  I walk towards him slowly as if he’s calling me. When I get to him, he puts his big hands on my tiny waist. Our eyes are locked on one another. Slowly he pulls me close enough to feel the heat of his body.

  “You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “Just what I asked for.”

  There is appreciation in his eyes but absolutely no recognition. He doesn’t know who I am.

  Chapter 4

  MAX

  The girl is stunning. A delicate slender blond with ripe round tits that jut out above her tiny waist, and a delicious curvy ass that is barely covered by her tiny dress.

  She’s shy too, and has somehow got her hands on a mask of obscurity. I didn’t ask for it
, and yet it only heightens my desire.

  The mask is strong enough to block my perception of her real face. I can still see her flushed high cheekbones and her slightly-parted, full pink lips and the curve of her perfect brow.

  Even if I knew her I wouldn’t recognize her. I must remember to thank Juniper for this titillating extra touch.

  Her heart is tripping rapidly. With my heightened senses I hear it clearly. I give her a wolfish smile, and my hands tighten at her waist. She gazes up at me pliantly, as if she knows she is already mine.

  I stroke my thumbs slowly up and down her rib cage, just underneath her full breasts, and she gives a delicious shiver in response.

  I want nothing more than to throw her down onto the deep pile carpet and ravish her right here and now, even with other men watching. But this one is more special that I had imagined. First I am determined to make her want me as badly as I want her.

  “She’s a stunner,” says Karl. “Honey, you’re making us want to stay home all weekend, just to look at you.”

  He comes up behind her and strokes his hands over her ass, making her breath catch in her throat. He gives it a gentle squeeze.

  He doesn’t pull her skirt up. Not yet. He likes his women wet and willing, and although we both know this girl wants us, we can tell she wants to be eased into it.

  As Karl runs his hands over her ass cheeks, the girl’s eyes open wide and she takes a quick glance back at him. Her lips part as she takes in handsome Karl with his blond hair and wide shoulders. Little does she know that those strong biceps of his are aching to bend her over and have his way.

  Over on the couch Jake and Anthony both let out appreciative whistles, and the girl darts them a startled glance. As she takes them in, I see her pupils become large and dark.

  Jake with his closely cropped brown hair and his stubbly beard that makes him look rakish, and Anthony with his jet black hair and handsome Italian good looks are both looking at her like they want to eat her alive.

  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, gents,” I say. “This little lady doesn’t know us yet.”

  She swallows as she gazes up at me. She has to tip her chin to take me in. I am the biggest of the men, and next to my powerful body, her slender one is soft and vulnerable. I have to take care not to crush her rib cage between my hands.

  As I continue to stroke her, I sense by the way her breath becomes rapid that the skin under her breasts is tingling and becoming sensitive.

  “Honey, what’s your name?” I demand.

  “Clar—“ Her breath catches. “Clarissa,” she murmurs.

  My cock jumps in my pants. For a moment I thought she had been about to say Clara. That would have made the fantasy perfect.

  The other men give me a meaningful glance, and I know they are thinking the same thing too.

  “What a lovely name,” says Karl behind her. “Do your friends call you Clara, sweetheart?”

  “No,” she says.

  “A shame,” he says, his hands continuing to play with her bottom.

  Karl is my beta, my second-in-command. We know each other so well in fact that when he opens up his mental channel to me, I can sense what he is seeing and feeling.

  When one of his hands slips between the crack of her ass cheeks, with only thin fabric separating his skin from hers, I sense his barely restrained desire to reach under her skirt. She clenches her buttocks around his hand involuntarily, and he growls deep in his throat.

  “Enough with this waste of time,” says Jake, always the most impatient. “She is here to fuck, and so are we. Why don’t you take that dress off, baby, and show us what’s underneath?”

  I shoot him a warning glance but it is too late. His words startle our sweet Clarissa. She shakes her head and squeezes herself out from between me and Karl.

  “They told me I’m your maid for this weekend,” she says in a small voice.

  She bites her lip, but then she musters up her courage and raises her chin to look Jake straight in the eyes. Her show of bravery makes me proud of her.

  “Shall I get you your drinks?” she says, hurrying over to the side table with its silver bucket of ice and array of alcohol and other more interesting beverages that our host has thoughtfully provided for us.

  When faced with the numerous bottles and cut-crystal decanters, she looks confused. The corner of my lips tip up. Half the drinks on there are not exactly alcohol.

  I instruct her on how to fix our drinks. I tell her to make one for herself too. Just a little alcohol, rather than any of the more special delights on offer. She doesn’t need any of those.

  The men and I settled back to cards, and she perches on the edge of one of the couches to watch us play. We play for high stakes, but the game suddenly seems to have lost its allure. We spend more time devouring her with our eyes than looking at our cards.

  Jake asks her how she came to be here. She looks a little hesitant at first, as if something went through her mind that she doesn’t want to tell us.

  “My college roommate got me an invite,” she says.

  “Do you like living with a roommate?”

  She shrugs. “It’s all right.”

  “But you’d prefer your own room?”

  “I suppose. I have a part-time job as a waitress, and I’m saving for it.”

  “Won’t your parents pay for it?”

  The hooded look comes into her eyes as if she doesn’t want to talk about her parents.

  “Dad gives me an allowance to pay for my tuition and a shared room. But he believes that people should earn their way, so if I want any extras I have to pay for them myself.”

  “And how do you feel about that?”

  “I think he is right,” she says firmly.

  “Good girl,” I say approvingly.

  She smiles at me gratefully, and confesses, “I am hoping to have my own room by the final semester. But I don’t want to work too many hours in case my grades slip.”

  I can’t help but smile at her. It hadn’t crossed my mind that our little beauty would be so sensible. If anything, it makes me want her even more.

  “You should play with us,” says Karl. “You deserve to have a little fun while you’re here.”

  “Tell you what,” says Jake, with a devilish twinkle in his eye. “We’ll make it interesting for you.”

  He offers her a deal where if she wins a hand, we will quadruple her winnings. To my pleasure, her eyes light up.

  I am more than willing to help her get what she wants. I’ll be happy if she wins.

  Knowing Jake, I sense that I’ll be happy if she doesn’t win too.

  To my disappointment she shakes her head, knowing that it is unlikely that she will win against us. Smart girl. So Jake raises his brows at us and suggests we play an easier game of chance. We readily agree.

  Her brows draw together slightly as she considers. She seems to realize this is too good an opportunity to turn down.

  “What happens if I lose?” she asks.

  “You give the winner a kiss,” says Jake.

  “A willing kiss,” I interject.

  The other men laugh good-naturedly.

  She chews her lip as she contemplates this. All of us watch her eagerly. She darts a quick glance at each of us as if trying to figure out who she might end up kissing, and the pretty pink blush spreads over her cheeks.

  I can almost see her doing the math in her head. We’ve given her such easy terms that in just a couple of wins she could move into her own new room tomorrow.

  I sense that she knows that even if she loses she will enjoy being kissed.

  “Okay. I’ll play,” she says, to our great pleasure.

  She quickly loses the first hand.

  Naturally I make sure that I win. The other men give me exasperated glances, but what did they expect? They should have known I would insist on the first kiss.

  The thought of possessing her tender mouth with mine fills me with heat, and the smile I give her is dangerous.
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  Her big hazel-green eyes turn to me. A shiver runs through her as she realizes she is going to have to kiss me while the others watch. She licks her lips, making my cock twitch.

  Her lashes flutter, covering her eyes for a moment, and when she looks back up there is a pleading expression in them.

  “Can we play another hand?” she asks sweetly.

  Hell no. I want my kiss.