His to Taste (2 page)

Trembling under his touch, she recounted the housekeeper’s stern warnings to stay away from their licentious employer, but she had naively assumed that he would occupy himself with the other more experienced servants. Although she caught occasional glimpses of him while quietly attending to her duties, she had never dared to acknowledge him with anything beyond a graceful curtsy and a shy smile. A few of the other maids flashed him saucy smirks and suggestive innuendo that never failed to make her blush whenever she was within earshot.

In her innocence, she had never dreamed that she would entice Lord Moreland’s lust, as she was simply a fresh-faced girl from the countryside. Out of desperate necessity, her parents had sent her out into the world as soon as she had her eighteenth birthday, and she had sent her first month’s wages to help support them and her four younger sisters.

“Please, milord,” she said. “Perhaps the other girls will be more suitable for your purposes.” She squirmed beneath him when one of his hands lightly trailed down the back of her thighs.

“I…I do not know any tricks to earn the extra coin, and my wages are sufficient to send home to my family.” Despite her decidedly undignified position, she was grateful that she did not have to look into his face during this embarrassing exchange.

With a low chuckle, he rocked back onto his heels to contemplate the sweetest little bum he had ever encountered.

“On the contrary,” he drawled. “Mrs. Barrows tells me that your family is in rather dire straits, sweeting. Upon hiring you, she assured me that your situation would guarantee your diligence. As you have proven yourself, your position is safe here, regardless of what you decide. Since you’ve been such a lovely distraction to me since you first arrived, I can offer you this proposition, Lily: agree to be my mistress, and I will provide a settlement for your family to ease their financial burdens.”

“Oh, my,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I was raised to save myself for marriage, milord. “I just don’t know what to say. For how long would I have to…be in your service?”

“For however long our arrangement is mutually beneficial, my dear,” he said. “Financial security may be more practical than wearing a wedding band, lovely Lily.” He fingered the hem of her dress, and waited patiently for her answer.

Despite her trepidation at losing her innocence, she knew that her family would not survive the impending harsh winter without the extra funds. She could not justify turning down this opportunity if it meant that she could provide for them all. If her physical body was the price, then she would still possess her heart and mind.

She sucked in a deep breath and sealed her fate with one quiet, “Yes.”

Satisfied, he resumed caressing her thighs, and said, “That’s a good girl.” He began to slowly draw up her skirts as she remained on her hands and knees. She could feel the draft hitting her skin, and she shivered from the cold and his touch. His strong hands gently massaged her silky flesh, and she felt herself responding gradually to his artful hands. He trailed his fingers further up her inner thighs. She softly moaned when he pushed his way into the slit of her delicate underdrawers, and lightly stroked her warm pussy lips.

“Ah,” he breathed. “You are shorn there. My thanks for saving me the trouble of shaving your sweet little cunny, sweeting.” His questing fingers took advantage of the hot juices dripping from her as he slowly delved deeper and deeper into her softness.

She unconsciously gyrated her hips to feel more of his clever fingers, and cried out in shock when he suddenly pulled her from out beneath the bed, and tossed her onto the covers. She blushed when he casually divested himself of his clothes. Shyly averting her gaze, she slowly began to undress before she lost her nerve. Her heart pounded wildly as she could see his wickedly large manhood grow more turgid with each article of clothing unearthing more of her young flesh.

When she finally lay back and demurely tried to cover herself with her hands and her long mahogany hair, he held her hands down over her head, as he fitted his large muscular body over her petite form. She trembled as he hungrily attacked her soft lips, and gasped in surprise when he forced his tongue into her mouth. As he softened the kiss, and stroked her soft belly with his free hand, she gradually relaxed against him as she felt the pleasure rise up within her. He nipped and sucked at her delicate throat as she lay beneath him like a virginal sacrifice. She felt his phallus stabbing urgently at her belly, and she tried to wriggle away from its insistent length.

He groaned at her movements and left the bed. Surprised and shivering without his heat, she saw him gracefully bend beneath the bed, and was shocked to find him quickly tying her hands to the headboard with the errant cravat. She tugged ineffectively at the bonds and found herself completely at his mercy.

“Milord,” she beseeched. “I don’t understand. Why would you need to truss me up when I have already agreed to submit to you?” She gasped in delight when he bent his dark head to suckle on her plump breast. She wished she had her hands free to clutch his head closer to her bosom.

In between his long leisurely licks of her rosy little nipples, he murmured, “Because it pleases me, sweeting. As my mistress, you are here solely for my pleasure. My pleasure demands that I take my fill of you and your lovely sweet tits, your juicy cunny, and your hot little mouth.”

He trailed more kisses and licks down her soft belly, and pushed her thighs apart to accommodate his broad shoulders. She gasped in shock as no one had ever seen her so intimately, and tried to close her legs. He only laughed and shoved her legs further apart.

“Hush, Lily, and let me taste your sweet essence.”

He gently blew warm puffs of air on her tender folds, until she felt her fear dissipate and she began to relax her inner thigh muscles. Laving at her sensitive flesh, he sucked on her clit as she ground her hips up into his devouring mouth, her blissful moans echoing in the quiet chamber. She cried out when he roughly grasped her round bottom to thrust his tongue deeper into her pussy.

“Oh, milord, what are you doing to me? I’ve never...it feels so...oh, my! Please don’t stop!” She stared down in fascination at the sight of his dark head between her soft pale thighs, and she arched off the bed in delight when he thrust two large fingers into her cunny as he sucked harshly on her clit. She screamed in ecstasy as she came, and he lapped at her hot nectar as her wet channel tightened painfully around his fingers.

“Do you feel that, sweeting?” he growled. “Do you feel your hungry little cunny greedily pulling on my fingers? Your cunny needs my cock, doesn’t it? Does your hot little cunny need to be fucked now?” He plunged his fingers into her mouth and she could taste her own sweet juices. She sucked hungrily on his fingers and he groaned in pleasure.

“Oh, yes, milord,” she cried breathlessly. “Yes!” She was delirious with arousal now, and couldn’t understand the lust running through her body like lightning. All she knew was that she needed something more from him, and that only he could give it to her.

He braced his strong arms on either side of her, and began to tease her cunny with his turgid cock. She whimpered at the feel of him, hard and silky against her dripping pussy. “Milord, you’re too big! Please, we won’t fit!” Panicking, she tried to push her hips back into the bed, but he relentlessly pursued her.

“Hush, sweeting!” he groaned. “Trust me, lovely Lily. Look how hard you’ve made my cock. Now beg me to fuck you. Say you want to feel my cock inside you.” He traced her juicy folds with the head of his cock as he sucked and gently nipped at her sensitive nipples.

She felt herself swept away by the sensations again as he manipulated her responsive flesh, and she felt her resistance melt at his masterful onslaught.

“Please,” she moaned. “I...I need to feel your cock inside my cunny. Please fuck me, milord, please!” She gasped as he thrust the large blunt tip of his cock into her entrance and held fast. “Oh,” she whimpered. “What is happening to me? I’ve never...oh, milord!”

She screamed in both fear and bliss as he rammed his entire length into her virgin pussy. As wet as he had made her, her cunny was unprepared for the sheer size and breadth of his cock. Whimpering at the shocking sensations, she threw her head from side to side and desperately tried to buck him off of her, but only managed to help him lodge his cock firmly into her small pussy.

“I’m sorry for the pain, sweeting,” he groaned, flexing his hips. ”It will pass, I promise you.” He mercifully paused to give her time to accustom herself to his invasion.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I’ve never had such a tight cunny gripping at my cock. I’ll never let you leave my chambers now.” He kissed her tear-dampened face and began thrusting into her sweet little cunny.

She moaned in discomfort as she felt him claim her tender pussy. She had never felt so overwhelmingly full before. As she gradually relaxed her tight inner thigh muscles, she began to feel her cunny respond to his strong thrusts and she felt the pain receding and the pleasure return. She could feel his thick cock pulling at her pussy folds with each thrust, and she luxuriated in the friction on her sensitive clit.

His breathing was harsh in her ear as his thrusts came faster and harder. She could feel her tits bouncing wildly from his pounding hips and she reveled in their heavy ache. Panting in ecstasy as his cock delved deeper and deeper into her cunny, she whimpered as he draped her trembling legs over his broad shoulders, his strong hands grabbing her bottom to deepen the angle of his thrusts, and the broad head of his cock hammering at her delicate womb.

“Oh, please, milord, it’s too much! You’re too big! Oh, please, milord, I can’t take it!” She felt her legs dangle uselessly behind his shoulders, and she was helpless to escape the relentless pounding.

He silenced her pleas by using one hand to pinch at her tender clit, and groaned in answer when she screamed her delight. She mewled at the overwhelming pleasure pain he was making her endure, and she came on his cock in wave after wave of pure ecstasy as he continued to hammer at her softness. Her pussy milked his cock until he could hold back his release no longer.

“Yes, my lovely little maid,” he murmured into her ear. “You will take the pleasure and you will take the pain because I demand it of you, and you are here to submit to my will. Do you understand your place now, sweeting?” He fucked her harder and faster until she was barely coherent and utterly raw with blissful sensation.

She felt his entire body go rigid as he gave one last heave of his powerful hips, and ground his cock as deep into her tender cunny as he could. She shivered as torrents of his hot seed splashed at her sensitive inner walls as he growled in deep satisfaction. Luxuriating in his crushing weight, she moaned when she felt his cock graze her sensitive clit as he finally pulled himself out of her.

He gently kissed her panting mouth as he untied the cravat and curled her into his hot sweaty body. She was limp from pleasure, but settled herself against his strength. Just as she began to fall asleep, she managed to whisper, “I understand. Thank you for my first lesson, sir.”

I managed to remember to shut down my laptop before blindly swiping at my lamp.

Granted, I knew this is totally politically incorrect, much less dangerously irresponsible with the lack of condoms, and that the diabolical nobleman would be slapped with an expensive sexual harassment suit by today’s standards at the very least.

Logically, I knew that this would be a terrible situation for the poor maid, but I still couldn’t help feeling aroused by the scenario. The heart wants want the heart wants; or in the case, my politically incorrect pussy appreciated a good alpha male.

Ultimately, I just wanted to meet someone who I could trust to act out these fantasies of control and negotiation.

One could argue that this was simply the complacent way to about this, too. Allow your partner to be in control so that you can just relax and enjoy it, right? Hell, maybe it was partly out of sheer laziness and inexperienced ignorance. Since you can’t necessarily run before you can walk, it stands to reason that I couldn’t jump into Advanced Sex 101 before mastering the basic prerequisites first.

Self-realizations aside, this story always made me unbearably horny, and my fingers were almost cramping from playing with myself for so long. I lost count of how many orgasms I was able to rub out of my poor exhausted little pussy, and I fell asleep to the feel of my own fingers gently rubbing at my soft wet folds. I slept fitfully that night, dreaming of a faceless dark lover of my own.

The next morning, I felt revitalized and resumed my job search once more. I emailed a few more inquiries to some new leads, and started on breakfast for Grandma and me.

I had just finished whipping up a couple of ham and cheese omelets, fresh cream biscuits, and a small fruit salad, when Grandma finally emerged from her room and poured us a couple glasses of orange juice. After all that time living at home with Grandma, I learned to be a competent cook since she was insistent that I learn how to feed myself and my future family. She was disdainful of modern culture that eschewed fresh wholesome food for convenience.

Dieting is a pain in the ass once you figure out that you’re only a few ingredients away from a platter of hot, fresh cream biscuits dripping with smears of melting honey butter.
My damn hips were definitely not going anywhere anytime soon.