Alastair

Without his asking, I then stand up and hand the underwear to him. He pauses a moment before extending his hand and taking it, bringing the front of the simple white fabric to his nose, never breaking eye contact with me.

For the first time, I see an almost cruel, mocking smile cross his lips, and he balls the underwear up in his fist before he tosses it aside. “You desire me,” he states, a simple truth whether I want to argue it or not. “You will learn quickly. Apologize for your mistake.”

My breath is caught in my throat. This is petrifying, and I’m like a deer in the headlights for a moment. He slowly raises an eyebrow, like a teacher waiting for his answer from a petulant student. But if it’s going to cost me my job, then fuck me, I’ll be the best student ever. But I can’t pretend that the job is the only thing on my mind when I look at his terrifying, gorgeous figure looming over me.

“I...I’m sorry, Master,” I say, looking up at him demurely as I fold my hands in front of me, not forgetting to include the last part. It’s subtle, but I can tell he likes that. There’s so much on my mind. How did he know my name? How much did he know about me before I even set foot in here? Was I sent here just to...to be his…

“Good. I do not tolerate deviation among my staff...unless I direct it,” he says, his voice like silk. “As for your punishment,” he says, taking a step back and folding his hands behind his back, and I feel a chill run down my spine. Punishment? For wearing panties? Is he serious? But his even gaz

e tells me he is deadly serious. “Strip for me, Maisie.”

I swipe my tongue across my lips, cheeks furiously red. The audacity of this man! I’m just a domestic, how can he expect me to jump at his orders like some slave?

“Lord Ala- er, Master. I-I-I worry there might have been some mistake,” I said, and his cold gaze tells me I never should have spoken at all, but I press on. “I took this job thinking I was to be a m-maid, not a...a…”

“A what, Maisie?” he asks, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. “Did you not come here knowing you would be asked to follow my exact orders,” he says, fury just below that dark exterior. “I won’t ask again, Maisie. Take your clothes off.”

I look absolutely helpless, but there’s something in me spurring me on. The aura about this man is enough to overwhelm a girl, and I feel my heart racing at a mile a minute. Finally, I swallow all my pride, all my defiance, and I let something more base come to the surface. Why am I doing this? I don’t know, but something burning under my skin compels me.

I step out of my shoes first, feeling even smaller in front of him as I push them aside, leaving myself in stockings on the cool floor. I reach behind my back and unfasten my corset slowly, and he watches hungrily as my body relaxes into its natural shape.

The freckles on my shoulders look all the more prominent against my pale skin in this light. I have a small, round face that people have called pixie-like before, but nothing about the way Lord Alastair is looking at me feels half so whimsical.

I let the corset fall to the ground, leaving my breasts exposed to him, the cool castle draft chilling them and making my nipples stiff. My instinct is to reach up and cover them, biting my lip, but Lord Alastair gives me a look that almost forces my hands to redirect and go to my skirt, slowly pulling it down over my legs and letting it sit at my feet before I step out delicately.

“Good,” he says, a single deep note in the chamber as he starts to step towards me, apparently not minding my stockings, and on reflex, I start to step back towards one of the bookshelves as he makes his way towards me. I’m gripped by fear, something that both terrifies and excites me all at once. I’ve just exposed myself to this man who’s got at least ten years on me, my boss. What am I doing?! I’m just some American girl raised British in way over her head, but come so far now, and my heart is trying to force its way out of my naked breast.

“Now, Maisie,” he says as I bump into something cool and wooden—a library ladder, firm and solid, and I put a hand on it for comfort as I look at him, nearly trembling, but so fucking hot I can’t stand it, the lips of my pussy so wet and needy. “Why did I hire you?”

“You…” I say as the flesh of my ass presses against a rung of the ladder, and he’s looming over me now, still not touching a thing. But the answer is on my lips. “You hired me to follow your exact commands, Master,” I say, swallowing.

“Good girl,” he says, reaching forward and taking my breasts in his hands, thumbs stroking over my nipples, and I gasp as electricity unlike anything I’ve even known shoots through my body. “You’ll make a fine little maid, if you learn so quickly.”

“Th-thank you, Master,” I manage, getting the rhythm of things. Something warm rolls through me as I sense his approval.

“Very good indeed,” he says, his accent a sweet spice on his tongue. “I reward my obedient servants well.” His hands go to his coat, and he slips it off, tossing it aside before his hands go to his black shirt, unbuttoning each button slowly on his way down, slowly exposing a chest with more muscle, more statuesque definition than I could have looked for in a Renaissance painting. His physique is flawless, I realize as he strips the shirt off and takes my tiny hand in his massive one to put to his chest.

There’s a powerful heartbeat there, so at least I know he’s not a vampire. He then lets me explore his torso, letting me feel every inch of rippling abs, sides, pecs, shoulders...he’s a god among men, I decide, blinking as if to wake myself from a dream.

And he can do whatever he wants with me.

He takes my hand again, bringing it down to his trousers, where I feel the thing between his legs. He’s absolutely massive, the bulge threatening to burst from his pants, and once I’ve gotten a feel of him stiffening, he unbuttons his pants and lets the massive cock out.

“Oh god,” I say without thinking. The size of the thing is enormous. It bulges purple at the crown, hungry, needy, and all for me, it occurs to me. The thick shaft is ribbed with veins, more girth than I’ve ever dreamed of. And it ends in heavy, full balls, the smell of his virile masculinity filling my senses already.

“‘God’ is a little excessive, Maisie,” he says, amused. I can tell he knows I’m a virgin—nobody else would have that kind of reaction to a cock. But it only makes it stiffen even more, leaving it erect and alert for me. “Now, what do we say to Master?”

The words come to me before I can even form them in my mind, pure, raw instinct. “Please, Master,” I say, my tone begging, “fuck me. I want to feel whole with you inside me, Master.” Is this even me talking? I’ve hardly even had a boyfriend, much less...whatever I just asked Lord Alastair! But something about him is so overwhelming I just can’t help it.

He reaches down and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, guiding me to push myself up a few rungs on the ladder to his height. “Good girl,” he says in a dark husk, and as my wet pussy radiates heat, I feel his crown at my lips, and he pushes in.

“Ohhh!” I gasp, a stifled yelp as he covers my mouth with his hand, pressing my head against the rungs of the ladder.

“Shush, darling,” he coos, “I’ll tell you when you can speak.”

I draw in a sharp breath as he pushes himself into me, and it’s unlike anything I could have expected. His shaft is hard and hot, and my heat mixes with his deliciously inside my pussy. I’m so tight around him I’m worried it won’t all fit, but I’m so slick with honey that my whole body seems to welcome him in.

I never thought I would need this, but as he penetrates me to the hilt, I realize that I do. I’m hypnotized by his gaze as my eyes watch his. I think I should close them—that’s what they do in the movies, right? But I’m held in place by his eyes, and I wonder if he really is some kind of unearthly being, so powerful is his hold on me.