by Ruby Madden
Oddly, I was all the more grateful. In a moment, I made up my mind.
“Fuck me.” I said.
“What?” he asked, confirming my request, my command, a look of concern on his attractive features.
“Roll me over and fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I demanded.
“Okay.” He said and he flipped me on my back.
The sight of his large, muscular commanding frame lit my need for another orgasm. I clutched to his waist and torso while he impaled me again, and took his pleasure of me. He rode me, hard and was coming within a few minutes, a look of determination on his handsome face.
Both of us spent and satisfied, we laid there – two bodies glistening with the soft sweat of hot sex. I loved feeling the weight of a man on top of me after sex. I didn’t need the cuddling, just appreciated that sensation.
“Celeste?” Todd said.
“Yeah?” I whispered back.
“If you and I had met elsewhere, would I stand a chance with you?” He asked.
I was struck by his sincerity. “What do you mean, Todd?” I said.
“You know, would you be interested in me, in a different situation?” He asked.
I thought about it, surprised that Todd had any doubt about it. Usually, it was I who doubted someone’s interest in me.
“Of course, Todd. You’re very attractive and you have an amazing profession. Why do you ask?” I said, gently tracing my finger along the side of his face down to his contoured chin.
“Just curious. Sir Cardiff is very protective of his girls, his maids when they’re working for him. I just wondered if we’d met under different circumstances, would you have been drawn to me.” Todd shared.
It struck me, the poignancy of what he said. Why it mattered to him and why it should matter to me. And right then and there, it hit me, so strong and potent. The way life was moving forward for me. A new Celeste, a Celeste I had never known, barely understood. A new me. A braver, bolder and eager for pleasure version of me.
Who am I? I thought to myself. Todd quickly drifted off and in time, sleep lulled me away as well. Sated, satisfied and pleased.
~ ~ ~ ~
The soft rain pattering against the window gently lulled Sebastian Earl awake. He was no longer jet-lagged and was relieved to be awake at a respectable hour.
His thoughts went to two places immediately, outside of the urgent need to use the restroom and relieve his bladder. That was, on his maids and their night of frolicking with Queen’s pets and the status of his Mother. Her doctor had informed him that she was close to slipping into coma and then it would only be a matter of a day or two and then she would pass. For now, all that could be done was to ensure she wasn’t in pain, say his good-bye, and wait.
Death and sex.
Sex and death.
It reminded him of the goofy tarot-card reading by a supposed psychic that Queen had dragged him to, as a birthday gift. Although the reading had been hogwash in his opinion, the psychic did provide some insight into his intense nature, cueing into his need for privacy and what some would say, border-line secrecy. Especially when it came to women in his life. Those from his family and otherwise.
She’d inquired about his birthdate and had smiled knowingly.
“A Scorpio.” She’d said. “Life will be full of contemplating sex and death, for you.”
Then she had paused upon seeing the next few cards. “Oh my…”
Despite his skepticism, he’d leaned forward, curiosity taking over. “What?” He’d asked, his eyes glued on the psychic’s pensive face.
“Your life has an interesting pattern in adulthood. With death, comes love and sex. Sex and love. Not necessarily interrelated, but that is their entry point into your life.”
Sebastian had been startled by the comment. “Excuse me?”
“Just be mindful, that when an important woman exits your life, another will replace her.” The psychic shared, seeming somewhat entranced.
At the time, his Aunt had recently passed and he’d met Queen, his closest friend. Stunned, he sat back in his chair. He looked at Queen who was also registering a look of surprised intrigue by what the psychic was sharing.
Lying awake now, this moment of his life, the memory of it flashed before his eyes. His thoughts already deep and pensive considering he’d barely been awake ten minutes. Because, here it was. Happening again. His Mother was passing, another very important woman in his life. That meant another woman was entering his life?
His thoughts immediately went to Celeste, his new maid at the Manor. Before he knew it, he was aroused. Just at the mere thought of her. In her maid uniform, adorned in pink accessories. Soft, sweet, shy, feminine and so timid. But brave. Bravely timid.
Getting out of bed, he ignored his morning erection. There’d be time for pleasure – later. Striding to the bathroom, he picked up a robe resting on the ottoman at the end of his four poster bed. The castle-like Manor was like living in a giant antiquated museum. Not that he didn’t appreciate the fine quality of his ancestor’s former belongings, but simply that he always felt out of place living in it. He preferred a more modern aesthetic.
Once done relieving himself, he made his way to the servants’ kitchen and dining area. He far preferred the casual, low-key approach to dining – especially when in the Motherland.
“Good morning, sir. What can I prepare for you?” The plump, elderly cook asked politely, softly bowing.
“Coffee, juice, eggs, toast, and bacon. Thank you.” Earl sat down at the worn dining table that had steadfastly been dined upon for literally hundreds of years by servants under the employ of his family’s name and crest.
As a child, he’d often sneak off from his family’s formal dining room to eat with the staff. After many, numerous attempts by his Mother and nanny to break him of the habit, they’d finally given up and come to an agreement. If he could have breakfast each day with his favorite cook, he would be a good boy and eat lunch and dinner in the dining room with the family.
Earl grinned at the happy thought. His very first negotiation. A successful one at that, with adults who’d found that making the simple allowance made for a happier start to everyone’s day.
The kindly cook brought him his juice and coffee first, then tarried back to the kitchen to finish the rest of her breakfast. Once his entire meal was settled before him, Earl waited until the cook joined him before setting about to eat.
“Tell me a story, Joslin.” He asked the cook who smiled at him fondly.
She set about sharing a story with him, as if time had never passed and he was still a child of seven or eight. What many seemingly failed to realize about Earl was that his love of story and good food always outweighed everything else he enjoyed in life. With one, singular exception. His maids.
Sebastian enjoyed knowing that others were provided and cared for indirectly, by caring and providing for him. It was a mutual relationship and one borne of respect. He knew he came from a life of privilege, and mindful of this, never wanted those in his employ and service to his family to feel taken for granted. Because, in many ways, they were more family than his own kinfolk and blood.
~ ~ ~ ~
The impatient knock at my bedroom door woke me up, pulling me out of a dream.
“Come in!” I called out, sitting up in bed while grabbing my robe to cover myself. Then I remembered, it didn’t matter much here, at the Manor. Instead, I just pulled up the sheet to be a wee bit modest.
Carmen entered and had a somewhat worried look on her face. She was holding a phone, muzzling one end of it. She mouthed very exaggeratedly, “It’s Master. He’s asked to speak with you straight-away.”
My face must have shown my shock. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked, my heart skipped a beat.
She shook her head and shrugged. “I don’t know. But you need to take the call.” She then flicked her eyes in the direction of the surveillance cameras.
Oh right…
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I needed to get used to that fact. Living in the Manor meant I was living in a fishbowl of sorts. His fishbowl, to be exact.
I reached for the phone and she handed it to me. She quickly exited my room, closing the door behind her.
I cleared my throat, “Good morning, sir. This is Celeste.” I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound too froggy from having just woken up.
“Good morning Celeste, my apologies for waking you.” He said, his voice deep and masculine, yet gentle.
“Not at all, sir. I’m at your service. What can I do for you?” I said, feeling a bit silly being so formal, but mindful that it was required.
“If I may, Celeste – I need your help. It’s somewhat urgent, I’m afraid.” He said.
“Okay, how can I help?” I asked.
“I need you to fly to England and attend my Mother’s funeral with me. For the sake of public appearances, I need to have a female companion in attendance with me. Would you be up for that? I realize this is outside of the scope of your maid contract, but I’m in a bit of a spot.” He explained.
I gulped. Good god! I’d never even been out of the state much, let alone the U.S.
“Sir, I’m happy to assist, but I’ve never traveled outside of the U.S. and I don’t have a passport…” I squeaked out.
“No worries, I’ve sent my jet to fly you over and we can handle the matter, privately. It’ll be my concern, not yours to worry about.” He said.
“Okay. Of course. Just tell me when I need to leave?” I said.
“My driver is waiting for you. He’s driving you to the airport. Take an hour to get ready, eat breakfast and pack for a couple of days. Anything else you need, we can provide here. Thank you for helping me.” He said.
“Of course, sir. It’s my pleasure.” I said, my voice shaking a bit from excitement and let’s face it, a bit of fear.
“See you soon, Celeste. It will be good to meet you, in person.” He said.
“Yes, you too, sir. Thank you.” I said, a thrill of goose-bumps spreading over my body.
In person…
“Good-bye.” He said.
“Good-bye.” I said as calmly as I could fake it.
I leaped out of my bed and was in the shower. Ten minutes later, I was getting ready and dressed like a mad-woman. Thankfully, Carmen had peeked back into my room again and saw my crazed attempt at getting ready to fly across the Atlantic.
“What did he say?” She asked, excitedly.
“He said that he needs me to attend his Mother’s funeral with him? Me, of all people? I just don’t understand… Apparently, his driver is waiting for me and will take me to the airport?” I shared, breathless from pulling clothes out of my closet and dresser like a madwoman.
Carmen smiled. “That’s amazing, Celeste. What an honor!”
“Is this normal?” I asked. The look of anxious confusion on my face must have compelled her to attempt to soothe me.
“Celeste. Sit down. Take a few deep breaths. I’ll pack for you. You look lovely and elegant in everything you wear.” She guided me to the ottoman at the end of my bed and pushed me down to sit on it.
I felt a bit dizzy. I breathed deeply, like she’d suggested and could feel myself calming.
“I don’t know if I’m up for this? Pretending to be his date or whatever, at a funeral, his mother’s funeral no less, for god’s sake! I have no clue what blue-bloods are like or how to behave around them.” I said, feeling panic coming on.
“Celeste, it’s okay. Just be polite. Maybe keep to yourself and be quiet. Let him take lead. I’m sure he’ll take lead in all conversation and interactions. You just need to follow it. Okay?” She said, appearing highly amused with me.
I continued breathing and Carmen set about packing for me. We both heard a gentle knock at my door and I called out for them to enter. Lupita stepped inside, carrying a tray with a complete breakfast.
“Master said you would need a good meal for travel. Please eat.” She said in her kindly, motherly way as she stepped to the side table next to the window and set the tray down.
It smelled delicious and something about all of what was happening made me tear up. I had never been the center of anyone’s attention. I didn’t know what it was like to be served upon and cared for. I’d experienced more of it in the last few weeks at the Manor than I had in my entire life.
Attempting to catch my voice, I thanked Lupita profusely and moved to the table to eat. I eagerly drank the coffee she’d prepared, just the way I liked it. I was charmed to see a few paperbacks I’d been reading from the library resting on the side of the tray.
“Lupita! You’re amazing…” I said, beaming a smile at her.
She nodded, “For your ride to the airport and flight. It will keep you entertained and calm your nerves. Before you know it, you’ll be there.” Lupita said, patting me affectionately on my back.
“Yes, they will most definitely help. Thank you so much…” I said, tears brimming in my eyes.
Carmen and Lupita began to talk in Spanish and I had no choice but to be clueless to what they said. All I knew was that they were both looking at me with the same type of affection that a Mother gives a daughter when she is betrothed and about to be wed.
And for some reason, I liked that idea of that very much. Even if it was a complete fantasy. Maybe this was what I could use to get through whatever was about to occur, waiting for me on the other side of the ocean, in England.
~ ~ ~ ~
Sebastian reviewed the security surveillance and shook his head in naughty appreciation at the frolicking that had occurred with Queen’s ‘pets’ and his maids.
Impressed by Jerome’s endurance, how much erotic torment he could endure and being able to please multiple intimate partners at the same time was always fascinating to observe.
By the time he arrived to the surveillance with Celeste and Todd in the privacy of her bedroom, he was completely horny, aroused and hard.
He watched as the two of them near-attacked one another with carnal need, stripping each other as quickly as humanly possible. Then to his delight and surprise, he witnessed Celeste take charge of the dynamic by getting on top of Todd and riding him like she was a jockey on a horse at the Kentucky derby.
Watching her petite, slender frame take in her fill of Todd’s ample cock, mesmerized Sebastian. Her sexual appetite was clearly voracious, needing to take every last ounce of pleasure she could from Todd, a member and one of Queen’s security and body-guard team.
As Celeste fucked Todd, Sebastian massaged and rubbed his cock, imagining that he was the one fucking her.
He’d anticipated something else altogether about the set-up between her and Todd, but found that he was more pleased with the outcome. He liked knowing that there was this side to her, the part of her that would take her pleasure and not yield.
Sebastian mused on whether this indicated she was a switch by nature or rather, if it had more to do with the man or person she was being intimate with? Either way, it was something to explore and play with, which both intrigued and aroused him.
He hoped that she could accept that he enjoyed watching his maids be with other men, that his voyeur nature was strong and his inclinations to see a woman provided carnal privileges both enhanced his own pleasure and spurred on his erotic interests.
~ ~ ~ ~
I’d read the same paragraph four times and still had no idea what I’d read. Closing the paperback, I looked out at the cloud cover we were currently flying over. According to the kind and attentive attendant, the flight was about halfway over and we were of equal distance from either continent. The only thing below us was the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean.
My nerves had calmed a bit, but I was too excited to focus on reading. I’d no idea what to expect. I’d only met my employer and Master indirectly by becoming acquainted with his home, staff and the maids. Other than the one picture of him I’d discovered in the Manor, I had n
o idea what his appearance would be like in person.
On top of all my nervous curiosity, sat a feeling of dread that he’d immediately regret his decision in having hired me on at the Manor, let alone me standing by his side as some sort of mock-date companion for a family funeral.
I really was having a challenging time fathoming my current circumstance. I was so simple, so plain, so unsophisticated. I continued to wonder. Wonder what it was about me that peaked his curiosity?
I found another gin and tonic with lime placed before me and my empty glass removed. The attendant smiled warmly at me. She seemed to know something I didn’t, but knew she couldn’t reveal it to me.
I nodded in thanks and sipped slowly at my beverage. I knew to nurse the alcohol nerve-soother. I didn’t exactly want to arrive smashed, drunk and intoxicated. Although I was incredibly tempted.
~ ~ ~ ~
Sebastian’s mother’s driver, Charlie, peered yet again in the rearview mirror, waiting for the signal that his Master wanted to exit the vintage Bentley. He studied the young gentleman, noting both the expression of eagerness and sadness in his features.
It was the look of someone eager to have some comfort and diversion from the weight and heaviness of life’s responsibilities and duties.
It was also the look of a man hungry with desire, tired from holding down his carnal appetite. Charlie contemplated the days when he too understood the lustful appetite for life, when death has arrived to lay claim to someone cared for and loved. At the very least, admired and respected.
He never really knew if there was much love between his young Master and the lad’s Mother. Both had seemed content to part and each go their way, carrying out their lives under careful watch of societal observation and obligation.
Equally so, Sebastian could sense the apprehensive yet patient observation of his family’s faithful vehicle steward of his family’s cars. Despite wanting to allow for a more relaxed dynamic between them, Sebastian wasn’t ready just yet to start a candid conversation with the faithful servant.