“Lucy!” Deacon’s sharp yell echoed through the serving corridors. She jerked upright at her master’s call. How long had she been in there? “Get your hind end back out here at once!”
Thankfully, she was already in motion just from hearing her name being called. She hastened back out into the main hall where Deacon waited impatiently with crossed arms and a stern look.
“Yes, Master,” she said with a bow of her head and a deep curtsey.
“I have a special VIP guest coming for the party tonight who just called. You’re excused from gala preparations for the day. I want you to get the primary guest suite ready and then stand by in there until I come for you. You are going to be his entertainment for the day, and this evening, you’re to be at the front door with me to take guests’ hats and coats.”
Bowing her head again despite the heat rising to her face, Lucy managed another curtsey, albeit a shaky one.
“Y-Yes, Master,” she acknowledged morosely.
This was something new. She’d never been dictated to entertain any of his guests before and if the primary suite was to be used then there was no doubt in her mind as to what kind of ‘entertainment’ she’d be required to do. She’d heard the other maids talk.
“Off with you, then. They will be here a little after noon before the main festivities begin. This means you do not have much time.”
“Yes, Master.” Lucy repeated as she hustled off to her new duty for the day while her heart thudded in her chest with fear and uncertainty.
***
Gabriel’s brass armor-encased hand curled into a fist before he banged on the front doors to the estate. A semi-nude maid opened it a few moments later and looked up at him with wide eyes in full Jaeger armor. This was not quite the occasion to see such an outfit and he knew it.
“Jaeger Messenger here for Deacon Michaelson,” his mechanical voice came out of his helmet. Without a word, the now pale-faced maid rushed off as fast as her legs would carry her. Gabriel chuckled to himself while he waited. A Jaeger showing up would be cause for alarm on any given day. Having one show up in armor could potentially cause a panic.
A moment later, Deacon appeared at the door with crossed arms and an arched eyebrow. “A bit early for theatrics, don’t you think?”
Gabriel shrugged, the servos in his arms and shoulders whining a bit in the process. “What do you want? Full dress uniform? I’ve helped down a raider airship recently and then I’ve been out warning estates in the area, all the from Atlanta to the coast about possible reprisal attacks. I had at least a dozen of noble houses to get to before yours, so I opted for the armor with flight package,” he said as he removed his helmet. Gabriel shook his head to let his hair out, as it was hot and stifling inside all that brass. “I’ve been at this for a good couple of weeks now,” he added, sounding as weary as felt.
“You’re doing this house by house?” Worry and concern crossed Deacon’s face as he waved Gabriel in. “Is there something going on that I need to be aware of?” he asked, making a pointed look at the huge beamer cannon that made up the entire left arm of Gabriel’s armor. The cannon was so over-the-top it made him look like another worldly being.
“Hopefully not, but we’re treating it as something to notify the populace about, anyway,” Gabriel said as he followed Deacon inside, his brass armor clanging and his heavy footsteps making soft thuds in the rugs. “Rumors have been flying around about raiders out of the Wastelands pushing farther inland after Cheyenne’s attack north of Atlanta a few months back. Since then, more girls have gone missing out of New Mobile, a rigging airship has gone dark, and skirmishes have all increased all around. Then we captured that one airship up north and now we’re bracing for reprisal attacks. It’s like they all smell blood in the water and everyone is itching to get a bite. One of the rumors state that they’re going to go for a major attack so the Consortium has me, Emancipator, and a few others out west here to warn everyone and to tell them to get their defenses up and running. The Dixie Air Corps has their forces mobilized and out on patrol, just in case.”
“Sounds like you’re doing everything that you can, then,” Deacon said as they walked up the grand staircase in the middle of the entry hall to the second floor. He flagged down his butler and relayed instructions to get the house airships on alert and then continued on with Gabriel. Deacon motioned to the right down one hall that led to the eastern wing. “So now you can relax and spend some time with your girlfriend.”
Gabriel shot him a dirty look through the eye visor. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s… your slave,” he said, unable to hide his irritation.
“Oh, please, I heard the wistfulness in your voice when you called me to buy her. I could picture the glazed look in your eye every time I said her name.” Deacon chuckled. “Is that why you took her case on?” he asked, his voice becoming somber. “To get your ex back?”
“I dunno,” Gabriel admitted, blowing out a long breath. “Part of me wanted to see if she remembered and to see if the girl I knew was still in there. Part of me cheered when I saw the Spences finally take a fall and I felt some measure of justification when I’d heard that she’d been implicated along with her brother.”
“But…,” Deacon gently prodded.
“But,” Gabriel conceded with a sigh, “when I saw her through the interrogation mirror, a lump caught in my throat as I saw the same, sweet, innocent girl that I’d known and I got protective of her all over again. I was ready to be her entire world back when the McKibben name meant something around here and I quickly became the role of her protector once again. I changed my stance at once to be her advocate when I heard that she had none. When questioning her, I concluded that she was as much a victim in all of this, if not more so, as my family had been.”
“How is your case going?”
“I have enough to put it to the Consortium to make Takacy and Anderson look shifty, but not altogether guilty.” Gabriel shook his head. “I need just a little bit more in order to get them into an interrogation facility and throw the book at them.”
“Mm-hm,” Deacon nodded non-committal and then looked over at his friend. “When are you going to tell her?” he asked with a pointed look.
“About her case? As soon as I can.”
“Not that. About why you took her case.”
“I don’t know… it was a long time ago… it’s not like it matters much anyway.”
“Well, here’s your chance to come clean since confession is good for the soul,” Deacon said with a sly grin as he stopped at the VIP room, opening the door. “You can get out of your armor here, get cleaned up, relax, and stay here until the gala tonight. My slave maid will see to your every need,” he said and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
CHAPTER 12
“Gabriel!” Lucy bolted upright in the bed, her hands shooting straight to her mouth in shock. She couldn’t believe that Deacon had arranged this, and the extent of her excited outburst surprised her as well.
She slid off the bed as fast as she could, swallowing hard as she tried to gain some composure. “My apologies, Master, for my indiscretion.” She curtsied low, bowed her head and looked between Deacon and Gabriel.
Deacon waved it off. “Considering that you didn’t jump immediately into his arms like I half expected you to, I guess we can skip the flogging this time… unless you want to do that, Gabe.” He winked with a wolfish grin. “Have fun you two.”
“Wait! Master! This… this is the VIP?” Lucy couldn’t help but blurt out.
“Surprise!” Deacon laughed as he closed the door behind him. “Have fun until the gala!”
Lucy and Gabriel stood there, staring at each other for an awkward moment and then Lucy gave in to her first impulse and rushed over to him to give him a big hug, armor and all. “I’ve missed you!”
“Same here,” Gabriel said, now grinning like the cat who ate the canary. “Let me get out of this first?” He took off his helmet and handed it to her. Lucy placed it on a near
by chest of drawers as he shuffled over to the side of the door. He engaged the side locks of his suit that immobilized the legs from the waist down. Then he twisted on two valves on either shoulder and the whole chest assembly hydraulics hissed as they rose upward. The arms of the suit lifted over his head as if he were trying to take flight. Then he grabbed two handholds that came out from the inside of the suit and lifted his entire body up and out of the armor like he was a gymnast.
“Ta-dah,” he said with a mock flourish of his arms out to either side.
Lucy let off a light laugh at his silliness before rushing back into his arms. It felt good to be in his embrace once again and this time she couldn’t resist the urge to raise up and plant a full kiss on his lips. “I’ve missed you,” she said again.
“I’ve missed you, too,” he murmured in between kisses.
She smiled playfully, wrinkling her nose as she pushed back from him. “As much as I’d like to continue this, first things first, oh high and mighty VIP. You need a shower. You stink of sweat.” She took him by the hand and led him to the adjoining bathroom. “We’ll have to get laundry done on your clothes after we’re done with you.”
“To be fair, I’ve been in my armor nearly non-stop for two weeks now,” Gabriel snickered, matching her smile. “I’ve barely had time to sleep, let alone catch a decent shower. But don’t worry about clothes — my uniform is in the armor’s travel pack.”
“Excuses, excuses…,” she replied, moving over to the large stand-up glass shower that had a tile base so that it could double as an enclosed luxury tub. Lucy opened the door and bent over to manipulate the levers and knobs to turn on the water. She watched it gush down like a waterfall until it reached just the right temperature. When she stood up and turned, she caught Gabriel admiring the view of her poste-rior.
“Get a good look?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.
“Yes, thank you,” Gabriel admitted, his smile even broader now. “I’ve always loved how the Michaelsons dressed their maids up, but you certainly do the outfit justice.”
“I’ve been told by a certain Jaeger that I look even better without it on,” she smiled at him, hooking her arms through the shoulder straps of her uniform and slipped it off. The skimpy dress fell to the floor, followed by her shoes, panties, garters, and hose shortly thereafter
Gabriel feigned heartbreak. “You’ve been seeing another Jaeger behind my back? I’m devastated,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “I must find him and kill him.”
“I wouldn’t worry,” Lucy quipped, stepping up to him and unbuttoning his shirt. “He’s just some blowhard advocate out of Atlanta. Hardly worth your time.” She gave him a wink as she undressed him. When she got him out of his boots and pants, she saw just how much he desired her. “In a little bit,” she promised, kissing the head of his cock before rising up and leading him into the shower.
He arched an eyebrow. “Coming in with me, are you?”
“Well, this is a full-service establishment, and my Master did order me to give you the best VIP treatment available before his gala tonight.” Lucy closed the door behind them and proceeded to rinse him down before pumping a lever that let out a spray of foam soap. Lucy worked it up and down his body, her hands tracing over his powerful muscles, broad shoulders, and toned legs. When she was done scrubbing him down and rinsing them off, she was on her knees again in front of him. She shuffled forward and tentatively kissed the head of his cock again before taking it slowly into her mouth.
Gabriel groaned with pleasure, bracing his hands on the walls on either side of him for support. “Dear God… you didn’t do that in Atlanta,” he noted.
“Been talking with the girls here recently,” Lucy told him after she pulled back. “Considering most of them are pleasure vSlaves, they have a lot of tips to give.” She leaned in, closed her eyes, and took him back into her mouth, going farther down his shaft this time.
She could feel him watching her while she sucked him off. Her pretty pink lips traveled up and down his length as she softly sucked every time she drew back.
Suddenly, he hissed, “No teeth! No teeth! Open up more!” he begged her, sounding pained.
She immediately drew back and let him go. “Sorry! Are you okay?”
“I will be, just relax your mouth to keep those pearly whites of yours away,” he suggested.
She did so and he moaned again with pleasure. “That’s more like it.” He winced when she accidentally nipped him again and he put a stop to it. “I think that I want you on the bed now,” he said, reaching behind her and turning off the water.
“I’ll get better, I promise,” Lucy said as she stood and fetched a towel.
“I’m sure you will and I’ll be more than happy to let you practice,” Gabriel said as he stepped out of the shower with her and let her gently dry him off, her playful eyes teasing him.
“But we only have so long until we need to be dressed and ready for Deak’s party tonight,” He added. He picked up her dainty frame and carried her back out to the bed in the suite, gently placing her down. “Hmm… much more comfor-table than the last bed we were in.”
“Yes, much,” she agreed, parting her legs for him.
Gabriel’s hand slid around to cup her now smooth mound. Lucy moaned passionately in response. She lifted her hips up to meet his touch. “Shaved now?” he asked.
“Required…,” she breathed, “since I’m owned now.”
“I kinda liked your strawberry blonde curls,” he murmured as he started kissing the side of her head down to her neck. He stopped when his lips met the metal collar. “These damn things always get in the way.”
“Just kiss me,” Lucy whimpered.
He followed her orders and planted his lips onto hers as she brought her delicate hands up to frame his chiseled face. His finger dipped into her sex and she squealed into his mouth. Gabriel continued kissing her while slowly moving his finger in and out of her, dragging his finger up and down the front wall of her pussy. Lucy let out quick, tiny moans every time his finger pulled out of her, lifting her hips to meet his next push of his finger back into her. Fire radiated out from her loins and she shuddered under his touch. She reached down and stroked him to hardness as their bodies moved next to each other.
Suddenly, Lucy was overcome with the desire to try something else that the other maids had talked about, so she gently pushed on his shoulder to roll him onto his back. He gave her a questioning look and she smiled as she slid one leg up and over him to straddle his hips. Gabriel caught on quickly and gently raised her up while she positioned his cock just right so that she could ease down onto him. Lucy sighed with pleasure as she felt his cock fill her up once again. She arched her back as she tentatively moved up and down. Then she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her into a grinding motion that made her clit ground down against his pubis. “Oh my God…,” she moaned, overwhelmed by the intense sensa-tion.
Gabriel smiled up at her, clearly enjoying the view from where he lay. As she moved her hips back and forth, he moved one hand around to rest against her abdomen. She looked down at him, wondering what he was up to. His smile turned wicked as he then proceeded to brush his thumb back and forth across her clit. Lucy moaned in pleasure as tiny electrodes of ecstasy ripped through her, tingling all the way down her extremities.
Moments later, she bucked hard on top of him as the orgasm pulsed through her body unexpectedly. She placed her hands down onto his hard, muscular chest to brace herself as she started quivering violently on top of him. Her legs shuddered and jerked on their own accord. Her arms vibrated hard and felt like they’d turned to rubber. Lucy’s mouth was locked in an open O as her entire world turned white. She felt herself fall and Gabriel was there to catch her in his powerful arms, wrapping her up and holding her close to his chest.
She moaned pathetically as her body trembled, inter-mittently fluttering around him. “Oh… God…,” she gurgled.
“And we’re not even done yet….” Gabriel gave he
r a mischievous look as he rolled them in the bed until she was underneath him.
Locking eyes with Gabriel, Lucy braced her arms against his shoulders and lifted her legs up as he slowly thrust into her.
“Ahhhhhh!” she gasped, arching her body into her as his cock pushed into her now sensitive pussy. Her whole body shuddered again as he made slow, deliberate thrusts. His hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb now brushing back and forth across her nipple, teasing the already hard nub.
Part of Lucy’s mind thought back to what he’d said when they met in Atlanta about having the ability to pleasure a woman with just his thumb. It certainly held up to the test thus far. When she reached her peak again, Gabriel was right there with her as he let out a long, low groan. His seed flooded into her as their sweaty bodies trembled and gyrated together. Her body folded, her thighs gripped his sides, and her pussy squeezed and released his cock as it throbbed inside of her endlessly. Once it was all over, they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, bodies humming, and neither saying anything as the luxuriated in the moment.
After a while, Lucy shifted uncomfortably next to him. There was one question that had been gnawing at her since he’d arrived. “What did he mean earlier when he asked you when you were going to tell me something?”
“Hm?” Gabriel asked. Lucy realized he’d started to doze off. “Him? Who? What?” Gabriel asked.
“Master Michaelson… about why you took my case and you said something about a long time ago. What was it?” she asked, raising up to look him in the face. Gabriel squirmed, his face betraying his emotions. “You knew it was me before you took my case, didn’t you?”
From the look on his face, Lucy could tell that he’d been discovered. “Yeah,” he said softly, “I knew it was you… I was pulled out of a lecture that I was giving at the academy and handed your dossier.”
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