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“I knew you would be tight around me, darling,” he growls as he starts to grind into me, gently at first, his bulging, needy crown feeling every inch of my insides, touching parts of me my fingers would never reach, “but I didn’t think you’d be quite so...fitting,” he says, and I can feel a shudder of pleasure ripple through him as he starts to pick up a rhythm move in and out of me.
The idea that I could have this effect on him makes my heart want to swell out of my chest. That this towering, powerful man could be so turned on by some maid? A servant? But I’m so much more than that, something in me tells me, the same something that spurred me on to bend to the will of my lust so easily. It’s an intoxicating feeling.
I was always told that your first time was supposed to hurt, but Lord Alastair doesn’t feel like that. It’s frightening, having something so huge and throbbing inside of me, but the way he moves is firm and practiced, striking parts of me that have always been begging to be struck, if only I’d been in touch with my body. Nothing like the pain I’ve heard about.
It feels right.
Up on the ladder, I can let myself bounce on his cock, and it doesn’t take me long to start to match his steady rhythm, pushing his cock deeper and deeper within me. I need him. I need this. This virile example of masculinity is utter perfection, his body rippling with power and energy, his musk like a drug I can’t get enough of.
“Sing for me, darling,” he commands, removing his hand from my lips to hold my wrists behind my back on the ladder, pinning me against it with his bulging spear. At his command, I let little moaning gasps escape me as my mouth hangs open. As he hears me, his cock swells, and I feel precum wetting my insides.
I feel electricity at
my nipples, and I look down to realize his mouth has gone to them, teeth grazing against them as he pounds fiercely into me, his cock arching up and striking the innermost walls of my pussy.
Suddenly, as suddenly as Lord Alastair swept me into this library, I feel heat rising up in me like a geyser, and I arch my back as I realize he’s bucking against what must be my g-spot. My orgasm hits me, hard, and I let out a loud cry that echoes in the huge library. That only makes him fuck me harder, more fiercely, his torturous rhythm exciting that same spot gloriously and making the waterfall of ecstasy wash through me over and over again.
My cries fill the room like music as he torments my breasts, his tongue washing over my nipples and teeth gently biting at them. I want to squirm away, but I have nowhere to go—I’m utterly in his grasp.
“You’re uncivilized, darling,” he says into my ear as he pants, his massive cock swelling and thrusting into me with renewed vigor. “You’ve known from the moment you walked into my ancient halls that you’re in over your head. A commoner. A maid.” He runs a hand down my back, nails scratching into me as he does, marking me as I let out a gasp. I’m too overwhelmed by the sensation and passion to protest.
“If you want to prove yourself to me, darling,” he growls, more fierce and sinister now, “you’ve got to work for it.”
I have no idea what to do, my mind a haze of pleasure and fear all wrapped into one in Lord Alastair’s grasp. Should I arch my back, clench, scratch his back? But even as I wonder, he just seems to be able to guide my hips around to let his cock deep into my pussy harder and faster and with such blissfully precise thrusts that I feel like I’ve been doing this for years.
Yet I feel the need to please him, to let him have more of me, somehow, anyway I can, and so the words spill out of my mouth without hesitation:
“Come inside me, Master!”
It’s not a request, it’s a plea, full of desire and the drive of the primal lust this first time with him has awakened in me. And as I beg for his seed, I feel his cock swell larger and harder than I ever knew a cock could be.
“You’ll learn well from me,” he growls into my ear as he starts growing faster and harder, my honey seemingly endless as he pounds into me. His bucking grows less regular, and I realize by the low groan in his throat that he’s giving up restraint. This is who he’s meant to be, an unbridled breeding machine. And I’m his victim.
“I’m yours, Master,” I gasp, and his hand brings my face to his, our lips locking as I feel his seed explode within me, filling up my tight, come-drenched pussy with hard, regular pulses.
I had no idea what it would feel like. Sure, I’ve read about it before, but this is nothing like what I’d read about. It’s complete bliss, feeling his naked cock release itself, twitching and throbbing within me.
I want as much as I can get of him, so I push my hips in time with him as he doesn’t stop bucking, even as he’s drained of all his masculine, virile, pearly seed. I want every last drop of it to fill me up, and nothing in me cares about the consequences. I just want him. All of him.
And as suddenly as it came on, it starts to recede, the last of his seed entering me as his tongue washes over mine. He’s savoring my taste, and he opens his eyes to look at his willing victim. I bat my eyes as he smiles, wanting to look pretty for Master. And the glimmer in his eyes tells me I’m succeeding.
But then I feel a slight sense of loss as he pulls out of me, some of his seed spilling out with his cock, and he zips himself up, turning and moving to his shirt and jacket to get dressed again, just like that. I’m still breathing heavily, naked, on the rungs of the ladder.
“Your first lesson went well, Maisie. Under my tutelage, you will learn quickly how to please me. Do not speak to anyone about our private sessions. Your second lesson will take place tonight, after dinner. Go.”
I’m stunned by how simple the statement is, yet the promise of more entices me. I swallow before I find my voice, remembering what he instructed me earlier. “Yes, Master.”
He strides over to the fireplace, gazing silently into it as I get dressed in a hurry—or at least, as hurriedly as I can slip into the complicated lingerie. But within a few minutes, my heels are clicking on my way back down the lonely hallway, my head abuzz with...well, everything.
I just gave my virginity to Lord Alastair. I’m not sure what’s shaken me up more—that, or the fact that I want more.
4
I spend the rest of the afternoon shadowing Beth and the other senior maid, Frannie, learning the basics of how to help run the Delaney house.
They’re an old and sweet pair, and as we bustle around the house, I can’t help but feel like a daughter being doted on.
“Oh yes, we’ve seen a lot of employees come and go over the years, decades, even! Especially since Lord Alastair has taken over the affairs of the estate.”
