0 comments/ 99004 views/ 20 favorites The Lord of the Manor Ch. 02 By: opels Continued from Chapter 1 "You did things, you said things. You're a wicked, wicked girl, Suzanna." He looked at her fondly for a moment, before sitting up and saying, "Come on now, we should get up and do.. something. I'm sure I'm supposed to be doing something." "Not really, but I'm supposed to be. The entire servants quarters are going to be buzzing with gossip when these sheets appear in the laundry room," she commented, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She began searching for her drawers and found them on the floor, next to the bed. "Leave them off," he commanded. "You are never to wear drawers here again." She looked at him with a shocked expression. "Not wear them, m'lord?" With a wicked gleam in his eye, he continued, "No, and I'm tempted to direct you to perform all your duties dressed as you are right now." As if she needed to check that she was clad only in her stockings and boots, she looked down at her nearly naked body. Looking up again, she could only stare at him, open mouthed, shocked beyond speaking. "No need to look so alarmed, my dear. Just not wearing the drawers will be suitable," he said with a smile. The next day, she nervously stood before the doors to his bedroom, waiting for the clock to chime. Shamefully, her pussy was already wet, knowing she was about to see him and that he would know she wasn't wearing anything beneath her dress. He would most likely want to check and she knew how that was going to end up. She was also distressed that her nipples were rock hard and were threatening to push beyond her low neckline. The clock chimed, and taking a deep breath, causing one of the nipples to finally escape the dress, she flung open the doors. What she saw caused her to stop in her tracks, her breath caught in her throat. Lord Worthington was lying in bed, wide awake, the blankets and sheets flung back, stroking his rock hard cock. "Good morning, Suzanna," he purred, gazing appreciatively at her exposed nipple. "Where's the other one?" Without taking her eyes off him, she tugged on her dress, fully exposing both nipples. "And are you wearing your drawers?" he asked, his voice still low and silky. "No, m'lord," she whispered. "Come over here and show me," he commanded, his eyes glowing with lust. On trembling legs she came right up to the bed, her thighs brushing the side of the mattress. Her breath coming in deep gasps, she pulled up her skirt, revealing herself to him. "Hmmmm...very nice," he murmured. "But what's this?" he asked, reaching out and touching her soaked lips. She drew in a shaky breath at his touch, biting her lip to keep from moaning. "You're quite wet, my dear. Very wet indeed," he commented, slipping a finger between her swollen pussy lips. "You're positively soaked. Now what has gotten you so excited?" he teased, gently stroking her. When she only gasped at his strokes, he gave one of her lips a sharp pinch, causing her to emit a small cry. "Answer me," he commanded, his voice taking on a stern edge, and feeling the accompanying surge of wetness at his increasing dominance of the encounter. "Not wearing my drawers in your presence, m'lord," she breathed. Experimenting, he pinched her engorged pussy lips again, and felt another surge of wetness as she cried out. He pinched her one more time, asking, "You like that, don't you?" When she didn't respond, he pinched her again, harder and longer, as she gasped and small cries escaped her throat. "Yes, m'lord," she whispered. In a soft voice, he commanded, "Say it. Say it dirty. And make sure you address me properly." Breathlessly, she said, "I like it when you pinch my pussy lips, m'lord." He pulled her onto the bed, onto her hands and knees and in one swift movement, thrust his cock deep into her pussy, pounding against her swollen pussy lips. "Oh, yes!" he groaned, grinding against her, pushing in as deep as he could. She only gasped loudly, fighting for breath. He pushed her head down to the mattress, "I want your ass high in the air for this fucking. You are going to take quite a pounding this morning, my slutty little maid," he said gruffly, beginning to thrust into her. He was as good as his word, plunging his cock into her mercilessly, getting even more excited whenever she screamed into the pillows. He felt her numerous orgasms rocking through her body, causing her muscles to clamp down on him, almost pushing him over the edge. Finally, he could hold on no longer and pumped his cum deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, flattening them both, before rolling off. He glanced over at her red face as she lay gasping for breath. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, slightly worried he may have been too rough. She opened her eyes, the green shining brightly. "No, m'lord. Quite the contrary." His eyes skimmed down her body, stopping at her ass, recalling how tantalizing it had looked, just before he had entered her. He felt himself hardening at the vision. "Stick your ass back up in the air," he directed. She complied, her breath already beginning to come faster. He spread the young maid's ass cheeks wide, his cock twitching at the sight of her sweetly puckered rosebud. He gently stroked her tender opening, delighting in her shocked gasp. He lubricated a finger by sliding it into her wet pussy, coating it in his own cum. She again gasped and sighed at his caresses until he again touched her other entrance. "Relax," he whispered, as he pressed his finger against her anal opening. She whimpered softly as he pushed his finger in. He slid it in and out a few times before pulling it out and dipping two fingers into her wet pussy and then pushing them into her ass. She whimpered again as the two fingers pushed into her and then again when it was three. Lord slid a finger through her pussy to find it even wetter than before. "Stop whimpering, your pussy is soaking wet. You obviously love this," he growled in her ear. He pumped the three fingers in and out of her tight opening a few times before wetting his cock in her soaked pussy. "Oh yes," she breathed as his dick slid into her wetness. "You do like this, don't you?" he asked, pumping her pussy. "Yes," she answered breathlessly. "You know what I want to hear you say," he demanded. She hesitated before saying, "I love the way you fuck my pussy, m'lord," in a hushed voice, her eyes closed in embarrassment. "Yeah, I know you do," he answered roughly driving into her. "But we're about to go a step further," he said, pulling out of her. He caressed her soft, snowy white ass. He raised his hand and brought it down swiftly, smacking her hard, leaving a red handprint. She cried out and stiffened, not sure what was happening. He liked the red mark, so he lifted his hand again and hit her other cheek. He began spanking her in earnest, turning her whole backside bright red. "Stop, sir, please stop," she begged, trying to shield her ass from the blows. He only shoved her hand aside and spanked her harder. He finally stopped and admired his handiwork. Her ass was bright red and hot to the touch. He gave her a hard pinch, to which she cried out, and grabbing her ass roughly, he again spread her cheeks wide open. He quickly slid his cock through the wet folds of her pussy and then positioned it at her asshole. With a hard push, he entered her. She cried out loudly, but he ignored her protests and pushed again, this time all the way to the hilt. She was crying openly now. He reached between her legs and felt her pussy. She was still soaked. "Quit your blubbering, you love this. I've never seen you so wet," he said roughly as he began to slowly pump in and out of her. "Your ass is so tight, it feels so good," he groaned as he increased his speed. He spread her cheeks, watching his cock as it plunged in and out of her tight hole. "Tell me it feels good," he demanded. She whimpered, "It feels good." He slapped her ass again, which elicited another cry. "Your hot ass pressed against my stomach is such a turn on. I'm going to have to spank you often," he said, swatting her again. "Now tell me the way I want to hear it," he demanded, driving deeply into her. She hesitated, and it wasn't until he again slapped her hard, that she finally said, in a quavering voice "I love the way you fuck my ass, m'lord." "Say it again, louder," he directed. She complied, almost shouting, "I love the way you fuck my ass, m'lord!" "Yeah, that's a good girl," he murmured. He reached around and feeling between her wet folds, he found the small nub. He began to rub her clit and she again cried out, not a cry of pain this time, but rather pleasure. He could feel her beginning to tremble beneath him and he rubbed faster, until he felt her muscles contract around his cock, almost sending him over the edge, as she climaxed repeatedly. He increased the speed of this thrusting, driving deeply into her. He liked her with her head down, he could plunge even deeper into her. He could feel his orgasm building and was wondering where he should shoot his cum and decided that deep into her ass would be the best place. "Tell me you want my cum in your ass. Ask me to shoot it there," he told her. "I want your cum in my ass," she complied. "Please shoot your cum into my ass," she begged. She had barely gotten the words out as he rammed his cock deep into her, the orgasm shaking him to the core. He collapsed on top of her, his dick going soft inside her. He pulled out and smacking her ass once more, he flopped down on the bed beside her. "That was very nice," he said brusquely. "What am I doing today?" "You are having breakfast with your Mother and then you must go to the bank. Apparently it is very important and I have been instructed to ensure that you leave here on time," she instructed breathlessly, rising from the bed. Her dress fell to her ankles as she stood and he frowned. "Good bye sweet pussy, sweet ass, until next time," he said. She only shook her head as she walked into his dressing room to lay out his clothes for the day. * A couple of weeks later, she entered his rooms to find him in a foul mood. He bypassed the usual suggestive comments and only groggily asked what he was to do that day. "Nothing, m'lord. You have the whole day to spend as you wish," she replied. "Hmmph," was his only reply as he rose and left the room to wash and shave. As she laid out a more casual outfit for him, she heard him enter the room. He waited until she had finished before he dressed. She was dusting the mantle when he emerged. He sat heavily upon the sofa, watching her for a moment. "Take off your dress," he ordered. His voice was stern and bore no argument. She quickly took off the garment and stood before him in her stockings and boots. "Keep dusting," he said. Feeling very self conscious, she accidentally knocked over a small porcelain figurine. She watched with horror as it fell to the floor and smashed into countless tiny slivers. "Oh, m'lord, I am so sorry," she cried. "I'll clean it up right away." She fetched a broom and dustpan and under his dark glare she cleaned up the many small pieces. When she had finished, he growled, "Come here." She nervously approached, standing before him, trembling over what her punishment might be. He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her down across his lap. Before she could even catch her breath, the first blow landed on her ass. He slapped her hard and fast, turning her ass bright red quickly. She cried out with alarm as he spread her cheeks and spanked her tight opening. He pulled her legs apart and mercilessly spanked her pussy, causing the tender lips to swell. He again rained slaps down on her tender ass until she had tears streaming down her face. "Get on your knees before me," he ordered. She scrambled to obey and watched as he opened his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He grabbed the back of her head and commanded, "Open your mouth wide and mind your teeth," before pushing his dick between her parted lips. He held her head in place and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. "Suck, you dirty slut, suck," he demanded as he continued to fuck her mouth. He felt his orgasm building and instructing that she swallow, with a loud groan, he shot his cum into her mouth. After he had finished filling her mouth, he pushed her away, causing her to fall to the floor on her sore ass. Her legs fell open wide and her shining red pussy, caught his eye. "Part your pussy lips with your fingers," he said, slowly stroking him soft cock. She slid her fingers down to her tender lips and gently parted them, showing him the reddened insides. "Mmmmmm, stroke yourself," he said softly. With uncertainty, she began to rub between the folds as he had done, feeling the tremors beginning to spread through her. She found her clit and suddenly the tremors shot through her limbs like flames of fire. Her breathing came faster as she rubbed harder. She let her head fall back as her back arched and she moaned at the pleasure she was providing herself. She suddenly felt her hips being grabbed and a weight upon her. Lord drove into her swiftly and deeply, pounding against her throbbing pussy. "Oh, m'lord," she protested. "Please, you spanked me so hard a moment ago, I'm quite sore." "Shut up," he growled. "You deserve to be punished for destroying my belongings," he said through gritted teeth as he continued to hammer into her. She whimpered as he drove into her, but even though her pussy was sore, his big cock didn't fail to get a reaction from her. She was surprised to feel the tingling in her belly and delighted at the orgasm that gently rolled through her. Lord cried out loudly as he pulled out of her and stroking himself, he shot his cum all over her. "A little cum bath for you, you naughty, naughty slut." He sat back on his heels for a few moments, looking at her covered with ropes of gooey white. He stood and said, "Go wash yourself off in the other room and then lay out some more formal clothes, I'm going to spend the afternoon at my club. You may put your dress back on," he said dismissively. She felt like crying as she washed his cum off of her body. He had never treated her so callously before. Yes, he had been rough in the past, but it had still been playful. Today he was cruel. Of course, she had broken something and she deserved to be punished, but she didn't think he would go so far. She would have to be extra careful in the future, she certainly did not want to experience that again. He left the apartments without saying another word to her, and then she did cry. Pulling herself together, she continued cleaning his rooms, and tending to his wardrobe. She was preparing a jacket to be sent to the tailor to fix a small hole, when she heard him return. From the sounds of it, he wasn't alone. There were two other men with him. She began to move towards the hidden exit, when they walked into the room. "There she is!" he exclaimed upon seeing her. "My little vixen!" he slurred, staggering towards her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. With an arm around her waist he turned her to face his companions. "Now, my friends," he said, "this is a fine example of the perfect servant. Note the luscious body, which I have had clothed in a very revealing dress. And what a pretty face she has, and of course, I love this hair," he said, picking up a handful and burying his face in it. Deeply embarrassed, she could barely look at his companions, who were leering at her low neckline. He reached over and gave one of her breasts a soft squeeze. "She has the most delectable breasts." He gave her neckline a tug, revealing her nipples, which to her dismay were hard. He moved behind her and reaching in front began to caress and pinch her nipples. The two young men watching Lord touch her unexpectedly excited her and her breath began to come faster. "Do you like this, my dirty servant? Do you like them watching us?" "Yes, m'lord," she whispered. "Say it," he commanded. "I like that they are watching us, m'lord," she said a bit louder. "And this is something I had removed from her uniform," he said with smile. He began to pull up her skirts and even though she was mortified, she was powerless to stop him. She couldn't find her voice to ask him to stop, and deep inside she knew she wanted them to see her. "She was naughty this morning and I gave her a thorough spanking and fucking, so her ass and pussy are quite sore." Turning her, he said, "Is your backside still red?" Seeing a few small red marks, he laughed, "You should have seen it this morning, bright red and burning hot." He slipped a finger between her still swollen pussy lips and she winced. Removing his fingers, he said, "Well, no fucking your pussy tonight." To which his friends laughed loudly. Stepping back from her, he stood unsteadily and commanded, "Take off your dress." When she didn't comply, only stared at hin, he threatened, "Take it off or you'll get another spanking like this morning." Almost on the verge of tears, she undid the ties in the back and let her dress fall at her feet. His friends made rude and suggestive comments as they gazed at her naked body. "It's a shame I can't fuck your pussy," he said, again approaching her and cupping her breasts in his hands, burying his face between them. He lifted his head and pressed his lips against hers with such desire that it caused her head to swirl. He slid his hands down her sides and cupped her ass as he squeezed the soft flesh, pulling her closer to him. "Although I could fuck your ass," he whispered in her ear. She sucked in a shaky breath. They had done that a couple more times since the first time and those had been just as exciting. "Or maybe, one of my friends could fuck you and I could watch," he murmured. She could barely breathe as she imagined what that would be like. "Yes, I think we would both like that," he said in a low voice. He pulled back and looked at her eyes, the green clouded with lust. "Oh yes," he said. With an arm still around her waist, he grandly announced, "My friends, my loyal companions, my lovely, dirty maid is going to allow one of you the great pleasure of..." He stopped as she tugged on his sleeve and whispered in his ear. He began to laugh and said to her, "You are a very dirty girl!" Turning back to his friends, he announced, "My friends, my very dirty maid is going to allow one of you the great pleasure of having your dick sucked by her while the other is going to have the even greater pleasure of fucking her up the ass at the same time!" Turning back to her he said, "Are you sure?" She smiled shyly and nodded her head. "Yes," she whispered. "Alright, who will do what" he asked her, indicating the two very excited young men. Suddenly feeling very brazen she approached them, her eyes skimming over their bodies. They were both tall and muscular like Lord but with blond hair. She stared into the blue eyes of one, her eyes travelling over his handsome face, down his throat to his broad shoulders. Her hands reached out stroked the width of them and then trailed down his strong arms. "What is your name?" she whispered. "Edward," he replied breathlessly. "Lord Edward?" she asked. She could see his chest heaving with deep breaths as her hands caressed his sides and down over his hips. He could only nod, as she squeezed the muscles of his thighs before sliding back up the insides. She stared into his eyes as she gently squeezed the growing bulge in his trousers. She was impressed with the size and murmured "Nice, very nice indeed." Her fingers still lingering on him, she turned to the other man. She stared into his brown eyes and as her gaze travelled over his face, she gently stroked his cheek, her thumb caressing his full lips. "My, aren't you beautiful?" she whispered. "And what is your name?" she purred. The Lord of the Manor Ch. 02 "Marcus," he replied, his voice slightly accented. "And are you a Lord as well, Marcus?" she asked. Her hands also stroked his body, but her eyes never left his face. "No," he whispered. "I'm just Marcus." His breath caught in his throat and his head tipped back with a groan as she gently squeezed his hard cock through his pants. "Mmmmm, you're nice and big too," she said with a mischievous smile. Flashing Lord a wicked smile she slowly walked behind the two young men, her fingers trailing over their strong backs and squeezing their firm asses. She returned to Lord's side and said, "It doesn't matter. You choose." "Me?" he asked. With a sudden devilish smile, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the dressing room. He found a silk scarf and covered her eyes with it. "We're all going to fuck you and you're going to suck all of our dicks, but you won't know which is which." With a devilish smile of her own, she said, "I'll wager I'll know yours, m'lord." He pulled her into the bedroom and guided her onto the bed. She was on her hands and knees, trembling with excitement. She could feel her pussy aching, juices flowing down her thighs. It was such a shame it was so sore, she thought. She felt the mattress shift beneath her and hands caressing her ass. They spread her cheeks apart and stroked her tight hole. Her breathing came faster and she felt the mattress shift again. A hand began to stroke her hair and she nervously licked her lips. She felt a cock touch her lips and she was about to open her mouth for it, when she heard Lord's voice, "No, wait. You should hear her when her ass is entered. Then go for it." At that moment she felt a cock gently sliding through her tender pussy. She winced slightly but then sighed as she felt a pressure at her asshole. She tried to relax as the cock pushed its way inside but still cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain. The cock pushed in again and she heard a groan but was unable to determine which of the men it belonged it as it was drowned out by her own cries. As that cry died in her throat, and he began to thrust in and out, the other cock was back at her lips. She opened wide and it slid in. A hand held her head in place and the cock began to pump in and out of her mouth as she sucked greedily at it. The dual sensation of having her mouth fucked and her ass fucked, was overwhelming. She wasn't aware of the feelings being generated by one or the other, but rather the whole experience. And knowing that one of them, she guessed it was Lord, was watching them, excited her even more. She eventually lost track of how many times her ass was entered or how many times a cock was pushed into her mouth, or how many orgasms she had. The grunts, groan and cries of Lord and his friends were mingled with her own until all of them were finally spent and lay in a jumble of naked limbs on the bed. She felt strong arms pull her into an embrace just before she fell asleep, exhausted. When she awoke, it was dark outside the bedroom windows and the Lord's friends had left. She lifted her hand to remove the blindfold, but Lord's hand on her wrist stopped her. "Leave it on," he whispered, as he pushed her over onto her back. He slid down her body and gently parted her thighs. She sighed and stretched her hands up above her head as he gently kissed her inner thigh. She sucked in a shaky breath as his tongue gently pushed between the folds of her pussy and slid along the length of her. "Are you too sore for this?" he asked softly. "No, just be gentle," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair, gently pushing his head back down. He obeyed her, and softly and gently brought her to orgasm again and again. ...to be continued... The Lord of the Manor Ch. 03 When she finally returned to her room, Rosy took one look at her and asked, "And what have you been doing today?" Falling onto her bed, she sighed, "What haven't I done today?" She closed her eyes, with a smile. "Oh, Rosy, I have been so very wicked," she said with a laugh. "Oh, really," her friend scoffed. Looking over at the other girl, Suzanna admitted, "I had sex with three men tonight, all at the same time!" Not believing her, Rosy again scoffed, "You did not!" "It's true. Lord Worthington returned from his club with two friends. They had been drinking and before I knew it, I was naked on his bed with the three of them." With a giggle, she added, "And I was blindfolded." "You were what?" Rosy asked, clearly astonished. "I couldn't tell who was doing what to me!" she said with glee. "I don't even know the full names of Lord's two friends!" "But Suzy, that means you're not a virgin anymore! I thought you wanted to get married and have children some day. No man will have you if you're spoiled." "Oh Rosy, I've been spoiled for quite some time now," she said with a sigh, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Giving her a stern look, Rosy warned, "You had best be careful you don't get into trouble. Somehow I don't think Lord Worthington will find you all that appealing if you're pregnant. And even if it doesn't happen, we both know his Mum is keen to have him married. Do you think the new Lady will want to keep you around?" Her joyful mood vanished at Rosy's words. She was right. She and Lord were having fun, but that didn't mean that he felt anything for her. She was only a plaything, an amusing diversion. "But now that it's started what do I do?" she asked her friend. "I can't just make him stop." "Maybe you could ask Mrs. Simms to assign you elsewhere in the house," she suggested. Somehow she knew Lord wouldn't take kindly to that. He had specifically requested that she be his personal servant. If she were to stop performing those duties, she would be sent packing. "Or you could try being not so accommodating," Rosy suggested. "But I can't help myself when I'm around him. I have to wear these dresses, I'm not to wear drawers when I tend to him. I'm aroused before I even reach his rooms. And then I see him and it's all I can do to not fall into bed with him." She looked up at her friend, her distress showing plainly in her eyes. "He only has to lower his voice and I can barely think straight." "Well, then, I guess you're stuck," Rosy said, shrugging her shoulders. "Just hope he gets married soon, then you'll be sent off to another part of the house." The next morning, she stood before his doors, remembering her friend's words. She would try to not be so accommodating, she thought. She would be brisk and efficient and that was all. She drew in a deep, steadying breath as the clock chimed and she opened the doors. She sailed past his bed without even looking at him and pulled back the curtains. "Good morning, my Lord," she called and then walked straight into his dressing room. She knew he was most likely going to comment on her change in attitude and she was nervous as she began to lay out his clothes for the day. She had barely even started, when he called out to her, "Suzanna, come back in here." She walked only as far as the doorway between the two rooms and only glanced at him. He was sitting up in bed, bare chested, the blankets sitting dangerously low across his stomach. She turned her gaze to the wall above his bed waiting for his instructions. "Look at me," he demanded. She reluctantly returned her gaze to him, focusing on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing is wrong, m'lord," she replied stiffly. He stared at her for a few moments, noting that he had never seen her so uncomfortable. "Come over here," he said. Hesitating, she replied, "My Lord, I would request that I no longer tend to you in your bed." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "No longer tend to me in my bed?" he asked. "What does that mean? You no longer wish to have me fuck you?" With a wicked smile, he rose wrapping a sheet around his torso. He approached her, standing directly in front of her. He reached out and grabbing her chin in his hands, forced her to look into his eyes. Her green eyes swam with tears as she pleaded, "Please, m'lord, no more." Confused, he released his hold, but did not step away from her. "But why? Have you not enjoyed the times we've been together?" Pausing, he said, "Does this have anything to do with yesterday? It is not my intention to begin sharing you with my friends. I would never force you to do anything you don't want," he reassured her. "I know, but I think it should stop before something happens," she said softly. "Something happens?" he asked. "Aaahh," he breathed, suddenly comprehending. He turned her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I understand. We'll have no more of that, but you are not to be so distant. I like it much better when you're friendly." At his embrace and his soft words in her ear, her breath caught in her throat. Her heart began to hammer and her new resolve threatened to disappear. "I can't be friendly with you. I have too much trouble resisting you." She tried to push his arms away. "Please," she pleaded. He gave her such a forlorn look that she relented, "I'll try," she offered. Reluctantly he let her go. "What am I doing today?" he asked. "You're spending the morning with your mother," she answered laying out a pair of trousers for him. He sighed heavily. "Oh no," he muttered. Thinking perhaps she had chosen the wrong clothes for him, she paused in pulling out a jacket. "Are the clothes not suitable?" she asked. Looking at the clothes for the first time, he said absentmindedly, "No, the choice is perfect, as usual." Still wearing only the sheet, he slumped into a chair. "It's just that I know what she wants to talk to me about. I've been dreading and avoiding it for a few years now, but I fear it's time has finally come." "She feels it's time for you to marry," Suzanna said. Looking up at her with a quizzical expression, he asked, "How did you know?" Smiling, she replied, "You would be amazed at the gossip that travels through the servants quarters. I already know who she wants you to marry." With a wince, he asked, "Who?" Selecting a tie for him, she replied, "Lady Olivia." She glanced up to see his handsome face twist with disgust and she couldn't help but laugh. "Lady Olivia? She must be off her rocker!" Looking at her desperately, he asked, "Are you sure?" "Yes, m'lord. Why? What is the matter with her?" "She's this fluttery, twittering thing without a brain in her head. She's fat as a cow and has a face to match. Plus she's only about fifteen years old!" "Well, m'lord, I'm sure there are some prettier Ladies out there who would love to become your wife," she replied. "You would be surprised at how untrue that statement is. Too much inbreeding or something," he said with a scowl. "Besides, I'm not even thirty. Father was over forty when Mother married him." "Rumor has it, that it has something to do with your incessant philandering," she said with a small smile. He glanced at her, his eyes sweeping over her body, "Hmmph...my philandering," he said sarcastically. Unknown to most, since Suzanna had become his maid, his interest in other women had all but vanished. She satisfied his every carnal desire and she did it frequently. However, his carefully crafted reputation that he had once prided himself on was now to be his downfall. Pulling the sheet tight, he stood with a sigh. "I had best get cleaned up and get this over with." She watched him as he left the room, sighing with relief. He had agreed to leave her alone. Now if only she could do the same. ******************************* "But Mother, Lady Olivia?" he exclaimed. Much to his distress, Suzanna had been right. "What's wrong with her?" his mother asked. "She'd make a fine wife for you." "She's a child! Can't you think of someone who's at least eighteen?" "Eighteen? To find a Lady of any worth who is unmarried and unspoken for at that age is impossible. I was promised to your father when I was only thirteen." "But you didn't marry until years later. He was free to do as he pleased until then." Looking at him with disapproval, she replied, "Yes, but at least what he pleased was respectable. Building the family wealth and increasing his knowledge of the world was a fine thing for me to wait for. You, on the other hand, are only interested in drinking at your club and chasing unrespectable women." He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "Don't even try to deny it Worthington. I have been aware of your escapades for quite awhile and it is now time for them to end." Fixing him with a stern gaze, she continued, "If you find Lady Olivia so unappealing, then make another suggestion. I expect a list of at least four girls by the end of the week. Do I make myself clear?" Slumped in his chair, he grumbled, "Yes Mother." She rose from her chair and snapped, "Sit up straight," before sweeping out of the room. He morosely returned to his rooms. What he needed right now was a little affection from Suzanna. His spirits lifted as he pictured her, but they fell even lower as he recalled her desire to refrain from any sexual activity. He entered his rooms to find her absent. Looking at the clock he realized she must be having lunch. His thoughts of her earlier had aroused him and as unbidden images of her in various stages of undress drifted through his mind, he soon found his trousers too restrictive and he tugged them open. He peeled off his jacket, vest and shirt before falling onto the bed. He pushed his trousers to his hips, freeing his erection. He wrapped his hand around his throbbing organ and began to stroke himself, imagining Suzanna naked above him, her full breasts framed by her luscious auburn colored hair. He moaned softly as he pictured her with her head flung back, riding him with abandon, crying out his name as his hands fondled her breasts. He arched his back and squirmed on the bed, his arousal increasing. He called up memories of her on her knees, her head pushed into the pillows as he filled her ass with his cock. The sweetness of the recollection was more than he could bear and with a loud groan he came forcefully, spewing cum over his chest. He lay with his eyes closed, breathing heavily when he heard a sound at the door. Opening his eyes, he turned his head to see Suzanna clutching the door frame, staring at him. The lust and desire in her eyes was enough to cause his cock to twitch and begin coming back to life. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked huskily. "A few minutes," she whispered. "I'm sorry for my improper display but since you are no longer available, I must satisfy myself. Although, it is your fault I'm like this at all. It was recollections of you that put me in this lusty state," he said, slowly stroking his hardening dick. She stared at his large cock, biting at her lips. Her pussy was aching for him, her body screaming for his touch. Not wanting to entice her into doing something she would regret later, he pulled a sheet over himself. She responded with a small cry as he shielded himself from her view. "You don't want me to cover myself?" he asked, his mouth curling into a smile. She only stared at him, her breathing heavy, as she shook her head. "No," she whispered. With agonizing slowness he pulled the sheet back. Gently grasping his cock in his hands, he resumed his slow stroking. "Is the worry of becoming with child the only reason you wanted us to stop?" he asked her. As if mesmerized, she nodded her head. He rose from the bed and walked towards where she stood in the doorway. He gently stroked her cheek. "As you know, there are ways that we can enjoy each other where that will not happen." A corner of her mouth curved up into a mischievous smile as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Taking him in her hand, she began to slowly stroke him. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking the length of it in her mouth. She drew it out slowly, causing Lord to grip the doorframe for support with one hand, while tangling his fingers in her hair with the other. Holding her head still, he gently and slowly pumped in and out of her mouth, his eyes closed, enveloped in the glorious sensations she was providing. He began to increase the tempo of his thrusts before finally succumbing to the silky warmth of her mouth and crying out at his climax. She gazed up at him with shining eyes as he reached down to her, drawing her to her feet. He scooped her up in his arms and lay her on the bed. He bent his head and kissed her deeply as his hands ran up the inside of her thigh. Even though she hadn't had the intention of being intimate with him, she still didn't wear her drawers and he slipped his fingers into her eager pussy. She moaned against his lips and raised her hips, accepting his touch. He moved his lips to her throat and then to her breasts, tugging on her dress to reveal a nipple that soon disappeared into his mouth. She sighed deeply and ran her fingers through his hair. He moved lower and she felt his hair brush against her inner thigh as he spread her legs apart, revealing herself to him. The feel of his tongue sliding between the folds of her pussy brought such relief she was almost in tears. Her breath burst through her lips as her back arched. She again tangled her fingers in his dark tresses, pulling him closer to her. He lapped at her sweetness, enveloped in the musky scent of her. After she had climaxed repeatedly she begged for mercy. "Please m'lord, no more. I have no strength left." He rose and lay beside her, gazing at her beautiful face. Her lips were parted as her breathing eventually slowed and she drifted into sleep. He swept a lock of burnished brown hair from her face and was suddenly overcome with a feeling unlike any he had encountered before. What had this innocent young woman done to him? ...to be continued... The Lord of the Manor Ch. 04 The next morning, she entered his rooms, waking him as usual. She smiled as he called her to the side of his bed. He quickly tugged at her laces, causing her dress to pool at her feet. Pulling her down to the mattress, his mouth found hers as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She responded eagerly, and sighed against his lips as his fingers delved into her. His lips made their way to her breasts where he hungrily suckled her. She writhed on the bed as he tantalized her senses. "On your hands and knees, my dear," he whispered. She obeyed and as he slid his hard cock through her wet pussy, he pushed her head down into the pillows. She sighed with delight as she felt him stroking himself between her ass cheeks before pressing against her anal opening. His first thrust caused her to cry out sharply, but the initial bit of pain quickly turned to pleasure as he plunged in and out of her tight ass with long, deep strokes. Soon she was crying out with passion and desire, her body trembling from the orgasms that his attentions generated. He also cried out loudly as his climax shook his body. With a final hard and deep thrust, his cum shot deep into her ass causing her to tremble with one last climax of her own. He collapsed to the bed by her side and as their breathing slowed he murmured, "You have the sweetest ass. I could stay here and fuck it all day long." "Mmmmm...too bad you have all those annoying obligations that your station demands of you," she teased. "And what annoying obligations do I have today?" he asked, his hand gently stroking her ass. "You have most of the morning free. At eleven o'clock Marcus is coming by to fetch you for polo, which will keep you occupied until late afternoon," she replied. Something in her voice caused him to sit up and look at her. Blushing and looking away, she asked, "What is it, m'lord?" With a smile curling his lips, he said, "You like Marcus, don't you?" "Well, I think, under the circumstances, after what happened a few days ago, I guess, yes, I do like him," she stammered, still blushing. His eyes narrowing, he said playfully, "And what if it was Lord Edward who was coming to fetch me for polo?" "I like Lord Edward, as well," she replied stiffly. He threw his head back and laughed. "What?" she demanded, indignantly. "Oh, my sweet Suzanna. You are so transparent. It is quite clear that you are smitten with Marcus," he said, chuckling, gently turning her over. The blush returning to her cheeks, she said, "Oh, don't be ridiculous. I am not..." she glanced at his dancing hazel eyes and with a smile teasing her lips, she admitted, "Yes, I am smitten with him." Her eyes widening, she asked, "I hope it doesn't bother you, m'lord." "No, I find it rather exciting. I may have to invite him over more often." Gently stroking her pink nipple, he said, "I know that a few days ago I said that I had no intention of sharing you with my friends, however, if you wish...I wouldn't be opposed to you enjoying Marcus' attentions. As long as I get to watch," he said in a low voice as his tongue flicked at the hardening nub at the tip of her breast. Her breath caught in her throat as she recalled his beautiful face and lusciously full lips. "What is it you desire him to do to you?" Lord whispered in her ear, his hands gently squeezing her breasts. "Lick my pussy," she replied, her eyes closing. "And why do you want that?" he asked. His fingers tangled in her hair as he gently pulled her down to his hardening cock. "He has the most luscious lips," she sighed before she eagerly lapped at his throbbing dick. With a devilish smile, she asked, "What is it you want, m'lord?" Surprised at her question, he looked down at her. He saw the playful look in her eyes and replied with a sly smile, "I want you to suck my cock." She lazily twirled her tongue around the head, before looking up at him and saying "Well, If you really want something you have to ask for it...nicely." Her lips brushed up against him as she spoke and, his breath quickening, he pleaded, "Please, Suzanna, please suck my cock." "My, how prettily you beg," she murmured before taking the full length of him in her mouth. His breath burst through his lips with a groan as she sucked and licked him until he could take it no more, and gripping her hair in his fist he came into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed every drop from him and then fell to his side. They heard the clock strike ten o'clock as Lord asked, "When is Marcus supposed to arrive?" "Around eleven," she replied sleepily. He didn't reply and several minutes later he noticed she was asleep. He rose and picked up her dress, moving it into the sitting room. He returned to the bedroom and watched her sleeping for a few moments. Her nearly naked body was sprawled across the bed, her auburn hair spread out about her. Leaving her on his bed, he went into the next room to wash and shave. He quietly moved about his rooms not wanting to wake her. At eleven o'clock a butler appeared to announce that Marcus had arrived. "Please bring him up here," he told the butler. When Marcus entered, he greeted Lord but his eyes were scanning the rooms. "She's here," Lord told him, a smile teasing his lips. "And she wants to see you." At his friend's surprised expression, he continued, "I found out that she's rather taken with you." He led Marcus to his bedroom and pushed open the door, revealing Suzanna still asleep on the bed. Marcus' breath caught in his throat as his gaze caressed her naked body. "She's rather tired from the fucking I gave her this morning," Lord whispered. "She said she wants you to lick her pussy. Something about you having luscious lips." Beckoning him into the room, Lord approached Suzanna and gently spread her thighs. "You didn't really want to play polo, did you?" he asked with a wicked smile. His friend returned his smile and shook his head. "If you don't mind, I'd like to watch," he said quietly, gesturing to his friend to go ahead. "Are you sure?" he asked, approaching the bed. He stared down at her pink lips, spread wide, and without waiting for an answer he shed his jacket, vest and shirt. Gently kneeling on the bed between her legs, he bent his head and gently licked at her, sliding his tongue between her folds. She sighed and a soft moan slipped through her lips as he grew bolder and suckled her clit. She awoke, and sleepily ran her fingers through his hair, her breath coming faster. As he continued to lick and suck on her, her brow furrowed and opening her eyes, she looked down. She was shocked to see a blond head between her thighs and quickly scurried back. Her head turned as she heard laughter coming from the side of the room. Uncomprehending, she stared at Lord and then slowly looked to see who was in the bed with her. Here eyes opened wide to find Marcus staring at her uncertainly. Slowly a shy smile curled her lips and she slid back down the bed to him. "Sorry," she apologized. "You surprised me," she whispered as she gently pushed his head back down. She reclined back on the bed and began to enjoy the pleasures he was giving her. Lord watched as Suzanna writhed on the bed, her back arching, crying out every now and again. He became so aroused, he had to open his trousers, freeing his erection. He was lazily stroking himself as she turned her head and looked at him. Her green eyes, glazed with passion, met his, before closing as another cry erupted from her throat. Marcus was delighting in the way he was pleasing her. Even though she had said he was beautiful, he was still quite surprised to find that this lovely girl had taken a liking to him. He suckled her clit and thrust his tongue deeply into her. He could feel her muscles clenching and knew she was about to come. He pushed two fingers deeply into her as she cried out at her climax, causing her to pull on his hair. Suddenly she sat up and pushed him down onto the bed. He stared at her surprised as she tore open his trousers and pulled out his large erect cock. She immediately slid the full length of him into her mouth as he relaxed against the bed with a groan. She sucked him hard and fast, her own excitement driving her. She felt the mattress shift behind her and hands on her hips, pulling her ass into the air. She continued to suck Marcus as Worthington wetted his cock in her dripping pussy. Excitement bubbled within her as he pressed against her ass. Her cry at his entrance was muffled and she nearly wept from the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body. Lord plunged deeply into her, pulling out and pushing hard back in. He held her hips tightly in his hands, holding her still, as he pumped in and out. He watched her head bobbing up and down above Marcus' body, the other man's face awash with pleasure. Marcus opened his eyes and saw Lord behind Suzanna driving into her. His fingers tightened in her silky hair as he recalled how incredibly hot and tight her ass felt. His cock twitched in her mouth as his orgasm roared through him, spewing his cum into her mouth. She sucked him dry as her climax and Worthington's came at the same time. Lord rubbed her clit as he drove deeply into her, filling her ass for the second time that day. Exhausted, she collapsed between the two men, sleep washing over her again. When she awoke, she was alone. Cigar smoke wafted through on the air and she could hear the two men talking in another room. She scanned the floor for her dress but couldn't find it. Rising from the bed, she searched the room to no avail. She looked through the dressing room, but it wasn't there either. She peered around the corner into the adjacent room outside the bedroom and the two men looked up at her. "I seem to have lost my dress," she said, blushing. Smiling at her, Lord answered, "It's in the sitting room." "Why is it there?" she asked, still hiding her body around the corner. "Because I thought it would be nice to see you walking around naked, looking for it," he answered with a sly smile. Giving him a playfully tolerant smile, she boldly walked through the room to the next to locate her clothes. Both men turned their heads in unison to watch her. Marcus sighed, "She is lovely." "Yes, she most certainly is," Lord murmured in response. Hours later after Marcus had left and Suzanna had retired to her own room for the night, Lord lay in his bed pondering her. It seemed his every waking hour was devoted to her. When he was out with his friends, when he was chatting with his Mother, even when out on a business errand, she was always there in the back of his mind. And it wasn't just the hours they spent in his bed. He found that she was someone he could talk to about anything. He valued her opinion on choices he had to make and found that he was increasingly relying on her advice in important matters. Normally any woman who had shared his bed would not casually discuss who he should marry, but she had. She was level headed enough to know that she was not a choice he could make. Suddenly a thought struck him, causing him to sit up. The more he thought about it, the more he liked it. He lay back down and drifted into a happy and contented sleep. The next day, as she entered his rooms to wake him, she was surprised to find him in the sitting room already up and dressed. "Good morning, my Lord," she greeted him. He stood and approached her. Without any words he gently drew her to him and placed a deep kiss on her lips. She melted against him and kissed him back. When he finally pulled away, he said softly, "Good morning." He gently caressed her cheek, watching the puzzled expression that appeared in her eyes. "I believe I'm breakfasting with my mother, is that correct?" "Yes, it is," she replied staring up at him. He led her to a small sofa and sat down with her. "I am to supply her with a list of girls that I think would be suitable for me to marry." He pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it to her. "I would like you to see it first." She took the sheet from him, staring into his eyes. She had never before seen him nervous. Did he really place such stock in her opinion? "Really, my Lord, I have no say in who you marry. I'm sure your choices are excellent," she protested. "All the same, I would very much like you to take a look," he urged. She looked at him for a moment, really quite surprised by his agitation. She slowly unfolded the sheet and felt the blood drain from her face. She blinked several times and her hands began to shake. There was only one name on the paper in front of her. Her own. She looked up at him thoroughly confused. "My Lord, I think you must have given me the wrong list. This only has my name on it." As she gazed into his eyes, she realized that there was no mistake. "I know," he whispered. "I've fallen in love with you Suzanna. I want you to be my wife." Her eyes filled with tears as her heart began to pound in her chest. "But it can't be. I am only a common maid, not royalty. You must marry a Lady." "No, I don't. I can marry whomever I choose. Mother wasn't a Lady when she married Father." He looked at her earnestly. "What I need to know is, Suzanna, do you want to marry me?" Quickly getting to one knee in front of her, he pulled a velvet covered box from his jacket pocket. He opened it, displaying a magnificent pink diamond ring. "Suzanna Brown, will you marry me?" he asked. She could only stare at him in disbelief. The ring itself was stunningly beautiful but she could only gaze into his eyes as her own again filled with tears. "Yes, m'lord," she replied in a tremulous voice. "Yes." With a smile, he lifted her left hand and placed the ring upon it. Resuming his seat on the sofa, he drew her into his arms and kissed her. Pulling away, he said, "I want you to know, that no matter what my Mother says, however much she may disapprove, I am not changing my mind. We will be married." "Really, Worthington, you must be joking!" his mother exclaimed when he told her who the young woman on the list was. "I will not hear of this. If you cannot come up with a suitable choice on your own, then obviously I must intercede. You will marry Lady Olivia." With a confidence he usually did not feel in the presence of his mother, he said, "No, Mother, I will not. I'm in love with Suzanna and she is who I am going to marry." Looking firmly into her startled eyes, he continued, "And you have no say in the matter." Speechless, she stared at her son. "I have no say?" she finally managed. "Well, we'll see about that after I have your trust funds eliminated. See how you like having to work for a living," she threatened. "That is not going to work, Mother. You said that you have been monitoring my behavior for quite some time, however, you obviously only saw what you wanted to see. Like Father, I am also very good with money. I have been very active in my own finances and have invested my money such that I no longer require my trust funds. I have my own money. Suzanna and I and our children will be very comfortable." He took great satisfaction in the stunned look on his mother's face. He rose from the table. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my fiancée is waiting." He walked back into the house with a smile hovering on his lips. A month later the wedding was held with great fanfare. His mother had realized that she had no choice but to graciously endorse the union and after getting to know Suzanna, became quite fond of her and knew that she would, indeed, make a suitable wife for her son. The public loved the romantic tale of how the two fell in love and applications for maid positions at royal houses tripled as a result. A lavish ball was held afterwards to celebrate the nuptials. During a waltz Worthington held Suzanna tightly and whispered in her ear, "After this party is over I'm going to take you back to the house and ravish you like never before." She felt a delicious shiver slide through her as she replied softly, "And just what delicious torments do you have planned for me?" "First, in the carriage I am going to..." "In the carriage?" she exclaimed in an excited whisper, interrupting him. "Oh yes my sweetness, I cannot possibly endure the entire coach ride without having you," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "My cock has bee denied your sweet pussy for far too long." Several minutes later Worthington's mother searched in vain for her son and his new bride. They were nowhere to be found.