“How wou... would you expect to do that?” Audrey swallowed hard, a quivering leaf in his strong arms; she felt herself lifted by his power, and his desire; he laid her across her bed, indulging her with sweet kisses along her neck; as they laid together, their lips met at last, and she felt all the things he wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words to, all in the way their bodies melted together amid the messy sheets. He grasped her wrists as they kissed, spreading them wide; with the lace hung from the bed’s canopy, he tied her wrists to the bedposts, keeping her restrained before she even realized it.
“M... m’lord,” she quaked.
“Do you want to know... the truth?” he huffed hotly, kissing waves down her body, his fingers delicately unlatching each button down the front of her gown, one by one, as his lips made sweet promises every single step.
“P... please, tell me,” she begged meekly.
“No one else gets to see me as I really am... no woman can indulge my deepest and darkest desires as you can, Audrey,” he purred, pulling the last button free, leaving her front bared. Her ankles came next; with great care he strapped them to the bedposts, leaving her tied down; helpless. Just as she’d been bound... just as she’d been spanked... it felt so scandalous, but she couldn’t deny him. She couldn’t even think about it - because it felt like nothing her body had known.
“I... I’m... I don’t know how I should feel, but it feels so good,” Audrey admitted sheepishly, biting her lip. “I don’t... I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself from wanting it.”
“You’re something different, Audrey,” he whispered. “You’re something primal... something real,” he breathed steam into her ear, his fingers grasping the burning candle at bedside. Her tender breasts and curves exposed as she lay helpless, he tilted he candle sideways, a tendril of hot, melted wax falling from the wick. The liquid clung to Audrey’s exposed curves, and she whimpered, body arching out intensely; the wax ran in a hot rivulet along her vulnerable, naked stomach, and while it burned at first the sensation made her cry, beg for more.
“I’ve never...” she started, swallowing a hard breath as she felt another tease of wax, along the cleft between her full, supple young breasts. Her heart erupted into a flurry of hot beats as his lips teased along her helpless and squirming body, tongue swirling around her left nipple as he whispered hotly to her.
“This is why you’re special,” he hummed against her skin. “No one understands the things I want... I don’t do this to anyone,” he admitted. “None of them are like you, Audrey... and I knew, when you melted, first feeling that belt wrapped around your wrists... I had to have you.”
“P... please, m’lord, I...” she gulped deeply. “I don’t understand this, I don’t know... why it feels g... good,” she said. “I... I’ve never experienced...” his tongue plunged deeper, licking a lascivious and lusty trail of damp saliva along her body as the wax seared hot on her skin. She felt her plush femme bead, throbbing hot, as he tongued in gentle circles around her clit. Her hips bucked out against him involuntarily; she tried to reach down and grasp him, but those damn binds kept her tied tight. Completely submissive to her master, he pleasured her with his talented tongue, twirling along he folds. The duke savored every twitch and squirm, and there were many; her body shook under his dancing tongue, and she was completely at his mercy.
“I want you to hold off, until I tell you,” her master demanded, his thumb now relentlessly twirling around her bead, his tongue beginning to dip deeper into her pouting, feminine folds. She took in a deep breath, face full of fire; it felt near impossible, as all the things he did to her made her feel waves of fulfilling release bubbling up in her chest right now. Instead she fought hard; her breath so intense she nearly hyperventilated, her limbs shaking hard in their bonds.
“P... please, master,” she murmured, her hips bucking hard against his adoring lips and his wandering tongue. “Pl... please,” she started to cry out louder, unable to hold herself back any longer. “Pl... oh god!” she exclaimed.
“Not yet,” he demanded, even as his tongue slipped deeper into her sweet folds, tasting her and teasing her.
“I c... it feels so good,” she crooned, feeling the sensations fill her faster, and hotter, her chest squirming and her entire body pulsing with throbbing sexual intensity. He dipped deeper, tasting her insides, taunting and teasing her clit, until her moans reached a fevered pitch, echoing loud through the windows, over the fields outside the estate.
“Now,” he demanded, and she complied, her orgasm coming hard and intense down every limb, just like he told her to. She called her lord’s name, over and over again, until she couldn’t even speak from the strain in her throat. She gasped, heaved, until the very last wave of her powerful orgasm left her limbs, moaned from her lips, leaving her exhausted.
“M... M’lord,” she exhaled sharply. “I...”
“You don’t need to sa
y anything. Lay with me, here, until we have to face reality again,” he murmured, full of lamentation. He crawled to her side, their bodies twining together as he let her loose of her bonds.
“I like... calling you master,” she admitted sheepishly into his ear.
“It’s accurate. I am your master,” he smirked.
“I... I know,” she nodded. “But...”
“And you are my servant. My perfect, supple, beautiful servant... with the perfect sense of impropriety,” he kissed her cheek like the devil he was. Audrey smiled dreamily.
If only they could stay like this forever.
Chapter 8
Revulsion filled Audrey’s chest. She dreamed all night about staying in that bed forever - tied up, serving him; his submissive, pliable and pretty companion; his to play with, in all the wild ways he could imagine. Instead, this morning, he watches the duke fritter away his hours preparing himself for a date with another woman - a woman she cannot stand.
“Don’t you have business to be attending to, Agatha? The last time I visited, I found your staff loafing lazily about in the dining hall!” Audrey could hear Duchess Francine from the third floor; sullenly dragging herself down each flight of stairs, she emerged into the foyer, hopeful to spend a moment with her master before he parted. “Ah, and here she is! The lazy maidservant, in person,” Francine sneered. “I’m surprised you’re still a part of the household staff. Or, considering Agatha’s track record, perhaps I’m not so surprised.”
“Do you feel better now, duchess?” Agatha asked snidely.
“No, I can’t say I do,” Francine intoned even harsher. In her golden gown and red corset she stormed across the foyer, until she stood nose-to-nose with Audrey, who shrank away, quivering in quiet fear. “Have you been heeding my advice?” came a seething warning through the duchess’s lips.
“Wh-what? I’m— m’lady, I have—” Audrey stammered. She hated having to hide the truth, but she knew what it could mean for herself - and for the duke - if word slipped of the bond they had begun to share.
“Haven’t you taught your help how to talk properly yet, Agatha?” Francine howled.