My Lord and Master (7 page)

Angelica was awakened by the sound of carriage wheels grinding against the driveway. It was pitch dark in her bedchamber and she wondered what time it was. She must have fallen asleep after bathing – fallen asleep whilst waiting patiently, dressed as instructed in the simple silk and cotton that her master desired.

She had only begun to rouse herself from the sheets when she heard the sound of footsteps upon the wooden floor of the corridor leading to her room. But these were not Mary’s gentle, shuffling footsteps. These were heavy male footsteps,
his
footsteps. He was coming for her, at last.

She held her breath as the footsteps came closer, then stopped, right outside her door.

Angelica waited patiently for him to knock, ready to spring up and answer the door, but instead she heard the handle to her room begin to turn. Of course, why should he knock? This was
his
room, and she his property.  

The door opened, and with the light of the corridor behind him, at first all Angelica could see was his silhouette – the imposing broadness of his shoulders, the tallness frame, such a powerful figure, reminding her all over again how much stronger he was than she. How he could snap her in two if he chose to! And at this thought, Angelica trembled.

“Good evening, My Lordship,” she said quietly, her voice shaking.

“Silence,” he interrupted. “Do not speak. In fact,
do not make a single noise. Do you understand me?
”

Angelica nodded, pressing her lips together so that no sound could escape them.

“Good. Now turn around. Raise yourself up onto all fours like an animal.”

Again Angelica nodded, her heart beginning to pound as she did just as Lord Sutherland instructed. She could hear it in his voice – a tension, an intensity – that told her not to argue with him, to just do exactly as he instructed.

She turned around and placed herself on all fours, her rump held high to him, wondering if again he was going to spank her, and whether her poor tender little bottom could take much more of that so soon.

Behind her, she could hear him closing the door, the silence of her bedchamber enveloping them both for a moment. Then the creak of his boots on the floorboards as he approached her bed.

Angelica shivered again in anticipation, her delicate nipples stiffening beneath the cotton of her blouse, her womanhood crying out for him to touch it, to make it explode once more in a shower of wetness.

There was another pause, and then Angelica heard him begin to undo his belt.

Good God,
she thought with a pang of trepidation,
is he about to take that to my poor rump?

But no. Instead Lord Sutherland was simply unbuckling his trousers. Angelica could hear the fabric sliding open, and as it did so, her mind was filled with memories of his manhood: that hot thick beast, twitching and pulsing, almost as if it had a mind of its own.

 Angelica braced herself, there on all fours like an animal, her young body trembling in fear and anticipation as Lord Sutherland approached her from behind.

There was a pause, and then she felt her bloomers being pulled sharply downwards, the silk tearing a little as he once more exposed her bare rump and, just beneath it, her throbbing, dripping sex.

She felt his fingers cup her there, one of them softly brushing right between her lips, right at the opening to herself, and it was all she could do to stop herself from letting out a soft groan. After all, she wasn’t to make a single sound, now was she?

Lord Sutherland began working her warm wetness up and down her swollen lips, his fingertips grazing the tender flesh that surrounded her most secret place, working her hot gooey wetness up and down, up and down, in slow sensual motions, stroking right up from the tingling little bundle of nerves of her clit right back to the tight little rosebud of her arsehole, each fresh motion of his fingers daring Angelica to make a sound.

She bit her lip and screwed her eyes closed tightly, willing herself to remain silent.

Then Lord Sutherland removed his hand, leaving Angelica trembling upon the bed, waiting, yearning, and wishing he would touch her there again.

And he did, but this time it was not his
hand
that pressed right against the opening to her sex, Angelica realised. No this was something much larger, much hotter.

She sucked her lip even further into her mouth as he began to press himself firmly against her cunny, a hot thick inch slipping slowly inside her, sending a flash of pleasure and pain through her skinny body, his hands moving to her rump, gaining rough purchase on her, parting her wide as he drove a
second
thick inch deep inside her.

Dear Lord! This was
nothing at all
like his fingers.

This was almost too much for poor Angelica to bear. It felt as if he might split her right in two with his quivering pulsing beast.

He grunted, his hands moving now to her breasts, his fingers quickly finding her nipples, rolling them hard between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging and pinching them, eliciting fresh shivers of pleasurable pain that flashed all through Angelica as he drove yet
another
inch of himself deep inside her.

And this time it was just too much.

She moaned. She just couldn’t help it.

“What did I tell you, girl?” he whispered, his hands once more moving to her buttocks, pulling them wide apart, one of his thumbs now pressing against the tight little button of her arsehole. “Not a sound, do you hear me?”

Oh, but did Angelica detect something new in his voice?

Yes, she was sure of it!

There was a subtle hint of tenderness in his command, too. For she suspected that his pleasure increased with her own. Yes, it seemed he did not want his commands to be so easily obeyed. And in her disobedience, perhaps she pleased him too ...

Angelica screwed her eyes closed, feeling him drive his thumb a little further into her arse, and his cock ever deeper into her cunny, plundering her trembling body with his own, each new motion he made creating yet more need for her to moan and whimper.

She sucked on her lip and pushed her face deep into the pillows, driving her rump back against him, as he took her hips in his hands now and began to pound her, good and hard, fucking her tight little hole, sliding himself in and out of her, her sheer wetness making it easier with each thrust.

And as he fucked her, he seemed ever more frenzied, almost as if he were using her body now to work out some private frustration, as if he were trying to fuck away a deep anger within himself.

Angelica could feel her pleasure building inside her, almost against her own will – after all, she knew she would not be able to stay silent if
that
happened – but Lord Sutherland continued to drive himself into her, harder and faster than ever before.

And soon, sure enough, it was simply too much for Angelica to take. She let out a low, animal moan, stuffing her face into her pillows as much as she was able, as she felt her little cunny begin to spasm and splash, her hot wetness cascading down the insides of her thighs, all those whimpers and moans she’d been holding inside her now spilling from her lips, too, just as that that clear fluid was spilling from her sex.

And behind her, she felt Lord Sutherland stiffen, slipping his manhood from her sex, and then, with a God-almighty roar, she felt him press the hot twitching tip of himself to her tender arsehole, just moments before he pulsed forth his seed in hot thick squirts, veritably flooding the crack of her bottom with his wetness, its gooey warmth dribbling between her cheeks and smothering the tender swollen lips of her sex.

 And that was how he left her: trembling on her hands and knees like an animal, her face stuffed deep into her pillows, her rump held high in the air, her sex dripping both with his fluids and hers, as – without another word – he buckled himself back up in his breeches, turned and left the bedchamber, the door slamming shut behind him.

In her most private moments, in her tender girlish daydreams, Angelica had imagined the moment when she would lose her maidenhead. Time and time again, she had pictured the scene: the rose-petal strewn marriage bed, and her gentle suitor, stroking and caressing her, and only when the moment was right, carefully entering her, turning her once and for all from a girl into a woman.

But never, in any of her fantasies, had Angelica imagined anything like the evening just passed; her virginity roughly taken from her, as she knelt on all fours like an animal. And
never
in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined it would feel so good.

“Are you listening, Angelica?” Mary’s voice said, puncturing Angelica’s daydream and bringing her rudely down to earth, “I said, put this on!”

Mary held up the strange black garment, and shook it angrily.

“I’m sorry,” said Angelica, forcing herself to concentrate on the task at hand, and not the rough animalistic pleasures of the previous evening.

She must have passed all day in such delicious daydreams, for it was early evening once again, and even before Mary’s arrival in her bedchamber, Angelica could sense that something was happening within the house.

All afternoon, horse-drawn carriages had begun arriving. As the first carriage had pulled up, Angelica thought that this signalled once more the arrival of Lady Reedsdale, bringing with it a confusing, heady mix of emotions – the painful jealousy of yesterday afternoon, and the exquisite pleasures of the night that followed.

But this was not Lady Reedsdale’s carriage. It was another, much like her own Lord’s: huge, dark and imposing. And from this carriage stepped not a lady but a gentleman. And as more carriages arrived, too, they all contained not women but men – some older than Lord Sutherland, some around the same age, but none as handsome or imposing as he.

Angelica was taken aback by the force of her emotion for Lord Sutherland. She knew it was only natural for a young woman to feel strongly for the man who relieved her of her virginity. But so much more had passed between them, too! The intimacies they were enjoying were inflaming her feelings for him in a way she did not understand and could not control.

“Put
that
on?” Angelica asked Mary, holding up the flimsy black thing to examine it better. It had been so long since she had been given a garment to wear other than her now habitual cotton petticoat, that she found this new item strange and puzzling. “You mean, put it on
over
my dress like a pinafore?”

But at this suggestion, Mary shook her head.

“No, Miss Angelica,” said Mary, reddening once more. “I’m under strict instructions to see that you put that on ... and that alone. Now come on, stop fooling and take off your clothes.”

And not for the first time, the more embarrassed Mary seemed, the more brazen and confident Angelica began to feel. For if this was at the request of Lord Sutherland – her master – then of course she would put it on. And the very fact that Mary
didn’t
like the idea of it, made Angelica enjoy herself even more. She felt a curious pride in her place within the house. Not to mention a growing excitement as she imagined whatever might lay before her this evening ...

Angelica began to get undressed, her little nipples stiffening from the cool air of her bedchamber as she pulled off her dress.

“Oh my, miss, what have you gone and done to yourself!” Mary exclaimed when Angelica pulled down her bloomers.

“I just thought I’d tidy myself up a little,” Angelica said with a brazen smile, referring to the way she’d trimmed the patch of bright red hair that grew between her legs, hoping that this might be a nice surprise for Lord Sutherland the next time he laid eyes upon it. She’d trimmed it into a tidy rectangle, and cut the fuzz that grew around the lips of her sex right back, leaving her pretty folds fully exposed, all plump and pink.

“I’ve heard such things were the fashion in France,” Mary murmured to herself, shaking her head, flummoxed at the sight of Angelica’s sex, “but I had not imagined seeing such a thing here in England!”

Once she was naked, Angelica pulled on the black garment which, she discovered, was a flimsy little pinafore that tied at the back around her waist and, just about , covered from her breasts down to her thighs. But even so, her bare bottom was completely exposed, and should she lean too far forward or lift her arms, then her breasts threatened to come loose too!

“Now come down with me to the kitchen and I’ll show you what’s expected of you this evening,” Mary said, once Angelica was wearing the garment.

“You mean, dressed like this?” Angelica asked, aghast.

“Aye, like that,” Mary said, her matter of fact tone covering her obvious embarrassment.

And so, just like that, the maid led Angelica out of her bedchamber and down through the maze of corridors in the house towards the kitchen. As they reached the ground floor, Angelica heard the faint murmur of male voices coming from the front of the house, and could smell the distinct musky scent of pipe and cigar smoke.

Once they were in the kitchen, Mary showed Angelica a series of trays, full of all softs of delicious-looking hors d’oeuvres that the kitchen staff must have spent all day preparing.

“Now your job this evening, Miss Angelica, is to take these out there,” at this Mary gestured in the direction of the front of the house. “Lord Sutherland is entertaining a few friends in the smoking room, and he wants to ... well ... show you off, if you understand me?”

Angelica nodded.

“Where are all the other maids?” she asked, looking around the large kitchen. Although Angelica was confined to her quarters, she knew that it was unusual for the kitchen of a house this size to be so empty.

“They’ve all been given the evening off in recognition of their hard work preparing for this evening,” Mary explained. “And since you, my dear, have spent the day lazing around your bedroom, now is the time for you to work. Is there anything you don’t understand?  For once I’ve instructed you in your duties, I too will be taking the evening off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Angelica mumbled, feeling her heart beginning to pound as she realised with all the other maids dismissed for the evening, she was to be the only woman in the whole house, a house now full of men.

And once again, her feelings seemed to be thoroughly mixed up and at-odds with each other. For while one part of her felt ashamed and embarrassed to be attending alone, so attired, to a large group of gentlemen, another part of her felt positively thrilled at the idea!

What a strange creature I’m turning out to be
, Angelica thought to herself.

Then, with a deep breath, she picked up the silver tray and headed towards the smoking room ...