5 comments/ 184859 views/ 36 favorites Thieving Maid By: Goldeniangel Charles grinned as the plump little armful hurried down the hall, a greedy expression on her face as she carried the silver candlesticks that had formerly resided in his china cabinet. At first he'd been angered and appalled that one of the family's servants was stealing, but when he'd figured out which one it was.... Lydia her name was. Lydia of the soft brown curls that clouded around her face, the pert moist pink lips, and fiery deep green eyes. Lydia, the one servant who never allowed any of the men to touch her soft, welcoming curves... it had always disappointed Charles that the prettiest of his parent's servants was a prude. Unlike the other young women in the household, he'd never been able to tip Lydia into his bed... she turned up her nose at gifts, mocked compliments, and in general showed such a degree of arrogance that one might think her a landed lady. Just as she started to pass by his hiding place, Charles stuck out his foot and Lydia went sprawling with a soft gasp, turning onto her back and clutching the candlesticks to her chest to cushion the noise. Not that Charles was worried about that, all the other servants were already abed in the servants quarters, and he'd slipped some sleeping potion into his parents' nightcap. He'd been watching Lydia's activities for quite some time and had been certain that tonight was the perfect night. Stepping out of the darkened shadows, Charles stood over her, his eyes traveling up her creamy leg which had become exposed when she fell. Lydia didn't even notice where his eyes were at first, she was so terrified at being caught. "Tut tut," murmured Charles, "Only 19 years old and yet about to be turned out onto the streets as a thief..." "Thief?" Lydia laughed nervously, softly, keeping her voice to a breathy whisper that made the hair on the back of his arms stand up with arousal, "No, no sir, I had just forgotten that Madame asked me to put the candlesticks on the table for tomorrow night's dinner." "Indeed?" asked Charles, crouching so that he could bring his face closer to hers, placing his hand carefully on her exposed ankle, "And what about the crystal vase from my mother's studio?" Lydia had been staring at his hand on her ankle, until his words registered, then her eyes darted frantically to his face, so close to hers, "I uh... I mean... That is..." Charles began to slide his hand up her soft calf, his groin stirring at her smooth skin and the closeness of their faces, "And the gold coins my father keeps in his desk drawer, the velvet sash from my closet, my mother's emerald ring..." With each item he slide his hand higher up her leg until it was under her skirts, his fingers boldly stroking the inside of her thigh. She looked away from him as he spoke, tears sparkling in her green eyes. Charles wasn't sure if it was because she'd gotten caught, or because she was realizing that she was finally at his mercy. However, he was quite sure that he didn't care which it was. "Please m'lord," she said firmly as he squeezed her thigh tightly, "You mustn't do that." Anger ran swiftly through Charles blood, how dare she still defy him? Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her into him, the candlesticks thudding to the floor, and used his free hand to grip her chin and force her to face him. "I shall do whatever I please with you," he told her, squeezing her jaw as she struggled against him, until she stopped fighting, "And you'll do as I please unless you wish to find yourself out on the street where any man might do as he pleases to you." It was so exciting, the way her breasts heaved against him, the fear in her eyes, even her slight struggles. He let her go abruptly, so that she fell to the floor. "Get up thief," he said coldly, "We'll go to somewhere where we won't be disturbed." When she didn't move, just sat there staring at him, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Lydia stumbled as he pushed her down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door before turning to her. She was evidently still in shock at this turn of events, her green eyes wide and almost uncomprehending... did she really think she would never get caught? Probably... her arrogance was astounding. Charles was fairly certain that her shock was more due to her fall from grace, rather than from the price he was demanding. Stepping into her, Charles grabbed her around her slender waist and pulled her into him, his lips coming down harshly on hers for a brutal, intense kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, felt her body respond to his for a brief, sweet second... and then she began trying to push him away from her again. Excited and angered by her struggles, Charles grabbed one of her hands and twisted it behind her back and up, forcing her to her tiptoes which made her press against him for balance. Her soft breasts were pillowed against his chest, and his hand strayed to her hair, pulling it free from several pins so that the curls tumbled around her shoulders and down her back... a cascade of shining glory. Lydia's free hand pushed useless at his broad chest as she made tiny whimpering noises... Charles pushed her pinioned hand further up her back, feeling her arch against him as she was forced to follow its movement. Twining one hand through her shining ringlets, he pulled her head back, exposing her throat for him to run his lips over. She tried to protest, but he pulled tightly on her hair, making her gasp instead... his hand tightened its grip as he sucked hard on her flesh, nibbling at it... determined to leave a dark mark on her pale flesh. A reminder that would last for days. Lydia gasped as he suddenly released her and pushed her back, she fell against the bed as he grabbed a gag from where it was waiting on his nightstand. Quickly, before she could even comprehend his movements, he had pressed it between her lips and into her mouth; he regretted that he would not be able to make other uses of her sweet mouth... but he didn't trust her enough to shove his manhood between her lips anyway. She shrieked from behind the gag, her hands flailing uselessly as he pulled her shirt from her body... her breasts heaved inside her bodice as he easily held her down, using the fabric of her shirt to tie her wrists together and then secure them to the headboard. That done, he stepped back and began to disrobe, enjoying watching her writhe and kick uselessly; the way she was tugging on her bound wrists she was probably just tightening the bonds. He grinned as he watched her wriggle, fisting his fat cock as he waited for her to tire herself out a bit. Finally she stopped struggling, panting and breasts heaving, her green-eyed glare was a look of death. Charles chuckled, she kicked at him and he grabbed her ankle. "I like them kicking," he told her, his smile taunting and excited, "Think of how boring it would be if you just lay there." Lydia glared at him even harder as he crawled onto the bed, between her legs... he knew she was trying to figure out how to fight him without getting hurt herself. And without giving him more fuel to mock her with. Gripping a thigh with each hand he pushed them apart as she started wriggling again... not that he was ready to plunge into her sweet peach, he wanted to play with his toy some more. Lying on top of her, his heavy weight made it even harder for her to struggle, and he enjoyed the glare she bestowed upon him as he ran his hands up her smooth sides to her heavy breasts. Giving her rosy nipples little pinches, he teased them to hardness, taking his time and enjoying the feel of her smooth skin and plump mounds. Resting his head on one, he began to tease her nipple with his fingers, circling around it and then pinching harder and harder... as he did so he felt her shudder beneath him. "Ah... so we like our nipples played with do we?" Charles propped himself up on his elbow so that he could study Lydia's face as he pinched her nipple hard. He felt her gasping intake of breath as her back arched. Grinning with triumph, his lips wrapped around the nipple of the breast he'd been laying on, sucking the tender bud into his mouth as he nibbled around it... Lydia thrashed beneath him but in a way that had nothing to do with struggling. The power of manipulating her body was intoxicating, he could feel his cock pulsing against her thigh... he wasn't just going to fuck this icy beauty, he was going to make her writhe on his cock in ecstasy. The idea of forcing her into pleasure, rather than just forcing her to pleasure him, seemed like an entirely different, greater revenge. His hands and mouth became rougher on her breasts, squeezing and kneading, he bit down on her nipples, alternating which was receiving attentions from his mouth. Beneath him Lydia shuddered and moaned low in her throat, her hips moved against his lower body in a familiar rhythm, occasionally broken as she remembered that she was trying to resist him. Charles pressed against her, the head of his cock rubbing against her inner thigh. As he suckled on her nipple, he ran his hand down her soft curvy side... his fingers trailing into the center of her body and down her inner thigh to her knee... and then back up her inner thigh to the center of her being. Lydia's entire body writhed as his fingers brushed her wet lips; he rubbed her wet folds, glorying in the sweet juices he was coaxing from her. Pushing one finger into her tight wetness, he felt her hips lift in response. He bit down on her nipple as he pushed a second finger into her body, feeling as much as hearing her responsive moan. His fingers began to push in and out of her body, mimicking the sex act, and her hips rose and fell... her body's responses forcing her to follow his erotic lead. Charles pulled his mouth away from her nipple and began kissing down her stomach until he was between her open thighs... Lydia didn't resist at all, only tossed her head as he slid his tongue up the center of her folds, teasing the little button at the top. She did, however, voice protest when his fingers slid out of her and then moved lower... he grinned as he began to force them into her tight ass... although he hadn't felt the proof that she was a maiden, he was quite certain that nothing had ever been in her backdoor. Sliding his tongue up and down her pussy, nibbling gently on the lips and clit, he could sense her confusion as his fingers slid deeper into her ass. Charles was quite sure that his fingers were uncomfortable, but not painful, and his mouth was definitely confusing the sensations for her. There was something incredibly enjoyable about causing her as much confusion as possible, about toying with her senses and teasing her body. Her hips were now moving of their own volition, her ass almost eagerly accepting the invasion of his fingers... he could feel her muscles tightening around his digits in pleasure as his tongue found her clit. Feeling her pleasure mounting, Charles pulled away. Lydia glared up at him, confusion and a kind of disappointment in her eyes. Charles laughed. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, grinning and running his hand along his cock, he leaned forward and placed his cock between her wet pussy lips, running the head up and down and making her body jerk. Placing himself at the entrance to her body, he pushed in just a little and she froze. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, "You'll cum Lydia, but when you do you're going to be creaming yourself while I'm inside you." She groaned then, as he began to push in. Charles groaned with her, in pleasure at the tightness of her wet warmth. "God you're tight..." he grunted as he pushed all the way in. For a moment he just held himself inside her, savoring the way she rippled around him, the tightness of her hole. Then she shuddered underneath him and he groaned, pulling himself out and then pushing back in. He kept his thrusting slow, steady, kissing at her neck and collarbone as he took her... pressing all the way into her body and then rubbing against her clit with his groin. Every time he did that Lydia would jerk and shudder, clenching around him pleasurably... her hands pulled against her bonds, and even though he was sure it was because she wanted to clasp him closer, he rather enjoyed that she couldn't. Having her tied and vulnerable, unwilling, and yet being pleasured despite herself... it made the entire experience into something new. Something so exciting that it was almost intoxicating. Charles ran his hands up her sides and arms, all the way to her bound wrists, and then back down... holding her hips he thrust into her body hard, eliciting muffled moans from her gagged lips. Holding one of her breasts in his hand, he brought his mouth to her nipple, and grinned as she writhed and humped beneath him, rubbing her body against him as pleasure coursed through her. His teeth bit down delicately on the hard cherry bud, which he released almost immediately with a moan as her wetness clamped down on him, making him shudder in pleasure. He began biting at her breasts, leaving red marks on the pale flesh as she bucked beneath him, he could almost feel her pleasure growing as her breathing became more labored, her body encompassed with small shudders. Wrapping his arms around her smaller frame, his fingers dug into her shoulders as he shoved into her body, over and over again, thrusting as he sucked on her neck. Lydia's cries of pleasure as she creamed herself on his cock were muffled, but he could feel the vibrations through her throat as she arched beneath him. Her pussy clenched down hard on his cock, massaging him wonderfully and he bit down onto her flesh as his balls tightened and he began to cum. He felt lightheaded as he finally emptied himself into her body, an almost boyish fantasy come to life. Releasing her neck from his mouth, he cradled her in his arms, feeling himself twitch inside her. Sighing, he rested on her softness, feeling her panting beneath him. Nuzzling her neck he murmured, "And just what WILL we do for the rest of the night... hmmm...?" Lydia moaned as she felt him twitch inside her sensitive pussy, her body shuddering in response.