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  His father used to despise him going down to the kitchens once he had gotten to an age where he thought William should be behaving properly he even forbade the nanny and governess to allow him to go into the kitchens or spend any time with Mary.

  His mouth settled on her name his body reacting to emotions and feelings he shouldn’t have. Mary had always been there for him. A childhood friend who had blossomed in all the right places, leaving him in no doubt at all of where he wanted to be. He couldn’t give in completely to how he felt, he knew enough to know it wasn’t the done thing and the house didn’t need the scandal so had been obvious in courting the affections of others even if he didn’t find himself reciprocating them.

  It normally didn’t take long to get downstairs but it had been a while since he had walked through the house so took his time. His eyes drawn to the many portraits of his ancestors each one looking out unsmiling as if the weight of the world was upon them, something William felt he could sympathise with.

  Wandering through the corridors he felt odd that everything he saw was his. He could knock it all down if he wanted to and start from scratch. He wouldn’t of course but it was the first time he really began to feel aware of how much his father had left him, and it wasn’t just this singular house there was also a town house and a house down in the countryside that his dad fondly referred to as the Hunting Lodge. With its own land big enough to be a number of acres and had red deer on it, it provided ample opportunity for hunting meets and the odd get together. There was also a growing game bird population thanks to the gamekeeper.

  It had been sometime since William had visited those houses and as he walked along he decided it might finally be time.

  A noise from the kitchen pulled his attentions away from his thoughts. Moving slowly he remained in the darkened corridor somehow not sure what to do. Rather than announcing himself he peeked in through the open door closest to the corridor and gawped.

  Two figures cavorted together upon the old wooden kitchen table their uniforms askew with the woman’s outfit mostly removed. William could not pull his eyes away from the scene though as he watched he felt an anger rising within him. He could tell immediately who the maid was and to see her being taken in such a way whilst he peeked in filled him with such shame but he couldn’t turn away watching her completely lose herself in the moment was the most erotic thing he had seen for a very long time and he could feel his body agreeing with him.

  As the male who he decided must have been the butler pounded into her faster one hand subconsciously slipped into his pocket stroking his cock through them. He desperately wanted to join in to loose himself as they were he wanted to be the reason she cried out in pleasure but as their moans got loader he realised what he was doing and shrank back just as she turned and looked in his direction.

  Shame hit him and he fled not wanting to try and explain himself if he was seen. By the time he was away from the kitchen and up the back stairs their moans had faded but they still burned his ears, the image of what he had seen playing over and over in his head.

  The shame gave over to anger. Anger that it wasn’t him, anger that others were having a better time than him and anger at himself for getting so turned on by it all. It was the strongest emotion he had felt for a long time and rather than shy away from it he embraced it completely.

  He stormed down the corridor scowling at all the paintings and their smug looks; he was nothing like them and hated every one of them. Because of them and their money he had to behave in a particular way and only court people of a similar standing to him even if he found them spoiled and vacuous as well as sometimes so lazy he found himself wanting to strangle them in the hope they would react somehow. Not wanting to see any more of the painted faces he pushed open the nearest door and slammed it shut behind him. The paintings were gone replaced instead by books, hundreds of books majority of which he had never even looked at. The library had been his father’s pride and joy and for the most part he had forbidden William entry.

  Well he was here now. He laughed bitterly wondering what he would say watching his son in the library especially when he was so angry and so turned on it was painful.

  The hand he had put back in his pocket continued to stroke his cock. His anger not managing to dull his lust which was beginning to prevent him from thinking about anything else.

  With a predatory growl he tugged his trousers open. This was something that wasn’t going away and it needed dealing with.

  Taking a firm hold of himself he rested the other hand on the desk leaning forward as if he was taking up the position the butler had just had.

  Rage and grief filled him but all he could think of was wanting to be in between the legs of Mary. In his mind he saw her legs parted allowing him to slide himself into her. Sometimes it would be gentle and loving he promised himself but just not this time. This time he wanted her completely, he wanted to possess her and make her beg for more, crying out in pleasure because of what he did to her.

  He saw her splayed out in front of him and drove himself inside of her feeling her surround him. Twisting a hand around her hair and clamping onto the back of her neck he drove her back onto him as he met her thrusting forward. Her moans echoed throughout the library joining his cries of pleasure before he exploded deep inside her.

  He remained still for a long time having cum more intensely than he had for a good while. When he finally came to his senses he could do nothing but clean up and sink back into one of the large velour high backed reading chairs. In which he fell to sleep and didn’t stir until the morning.

  ***

  “Sir, are you okay?” The voice of a concerned Mary woke him. Looking over to her where she stood right next to him he nodded, taking in her features as if looking at them for the first time.

  “Hmm...yes, yes I’m fine. I fell asleep in here. It’s nothing to worry about.” He gazed at her through a haze of sleep watching as her eyes widened and she took a step back from him blushing furiously. Confused he followed the direction of her eyes and held back a groan. So half asleep was he that he hadn’t noticed he had hardened even more so with her being so very close to him. He ignored it as best he could and waved a hand dismissively at her.

  “Get on with your duties.” He watched as she moved away and bent down to clean the fireplace her ass wriggling in the air as she did. He swallowed hard - he was definitely going to have to do something about this.

  Clearing his throat he spoke before he had thought about exactly what he was going to say.

  “I think it’s time for me to visit my other houses. It’s been a while and I haven’t been there since my father died. You’ve been here just as long as me and I trust you so I would like you to accompany me.”

  He watched her freeze in place as he spoke. He could order her if he really wanted to but he preferred to give her the option of going. Somehow her going of her own fruition was much better. She remained still for a while before she finally responded.

  “I will speak to Cook about it in case she needs me here.”

  “Very well, but I would be very happy if you agreed, I would even make it worth your while Mar...” he bit back her name stopping it in mid-flow. Coughing he attempted to cover up his mistake before he waved a hand. “Please speak to who you need to as soon as possible I want to be going before the start of next week. Dismissed.”

  To her credit she said nothing and didn’t protest as he dismissed her halfway through the job. Curtseying to him causing him to hold back a moan as her breasts strained against the fabric she then left.

  Getting up and moving to the writing desk he began to pen various letters to let advance warning be given. Loosing himself in his work he finally found some relief from the images of the night before that had been still playing around in the back of his head.

  ***

  Mary paced the room.


  “So what should I do?” She looked over to Harold who stood facing the fireplace, she couldn’t see his expression but his hands were balled up and his posture tense.

  “Are you sure of his intentions?”

  Mary swallowed hard and nodded.

  “It was a little obvious and directly in front of me.” She stopped short of describing it again. She wasn’t completely sure how she felt about it all. William was someone she had thought about in the past when she was alone in the bath but it wasn’t something that could ever happen even less so now she was happily with Harold.

  “And do you wish to go with him?”

  “It’s my job, he could order me to go, you know that just as well as I do. I’m just worried about what it is he has planned. I don’t know how to get out of this, I...” she faltered and fell silent her mind unable to focus on anything. Looking down she paced faster losing herself to the rhythm, she hoped Harold would come up with something, she had complete faith in him but she just wasn’t sure what.

  When he finally spoke Mary was so lost in her pacing that she didn’t notice. It took him to take hold of an arm before she snapped out of it.

  The tension and anger seemed to have completely dissipated replaced instead with a mischievous grin and a look of desire in his eyes.

  “Tell him to come to the kitchen tonight at ten. I want you to tell him though don’t request it, it has to be an order.”

  Mary looked at him confused with a knot of tension forming, she trusted Harold implicitly but they were still lower class to order someone of the gentry around was to leave both herself and Harold open to losing their jobs.

  Her hesitation and worry must have shown on her face because he wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

  “It’ll be okay, if he turns up we’re going to see how far we can go with this I know you want him I can see it in your eyes, but it’s okay I’m happy to stand back. If he refuses or worst case scenario we end up on the street I have a cousin who can get us jobs and until he can I have enough saved up to keep us comfortable.”

  She looked up at him aghast though she couldn’t deny the physical effect thinking about William had on her body but to admit it out loud and then act upon it was another thing.

  “But...” she tried to speak but a finger on her lips stopped her.

  “It’s okay, I want you to be in complete control and not the other way around, you will be running the show and he’ll have to follow your every whim and desire. “ Harold’s grin broadened the desire in his eyes getting greater. As he held her she could feel his excitement grow. Her own body tingled and began to ache in a very familiar way. The idea of becoming the focus of William’s attention and controlling him thrilled her. Though nerves still pulled at her they were now hardly noticeable. Her heart began to race and she gazed at Harold realising he knew what she liked better than she did.

  She stood on tip toes and kissed him passionately wrapping her arms around him pressing herself against him as much as possible. Together she knew there was nothing they couldn’t do.

  She felt him harden and when she pulled away from the kiss she caught the look in his eyes letting her know what he wanted even before his hand moved to the top of her head pushing her down gently.

  Happily she fell to her knees her hands tugging at his trousers letting his cock spring free. She held it in her hand enjoying the weight of it whilst she cupped his balls with her other, but Harold wasn’t in the mood to take things slow with his hands on her head he pushed himself forward so she had to open her mouth and accept his cock or move out of the way. Gladly opening her mouth up she took him into her as much as she could, running her tongue down his length as she did so. His hands didn’t move from her head he just held her steady whilst he moved his hips pushing himself in and out of her mouth. Mary let him take her mouth enjoying the feeling of it in her, running her tongue over him, letting her hands gently brush against his balls. Harold began to moan turning Mary on so she broke free from his grip and began to push him deeper into her taking him into her mouth as much as she could squeezing his balls just enough to him groan in pleasure. She felt him getting harder in her mouth and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.

  Not wanting to be left out of it all she ran a hand down her own body and slipped it under her skirt letting her fingers wander between her legs and under her knickers. Rubbing her clit she shifted her weight to get the pressure her body desired and ached for. Moving her fingers over her clit into a rhythm her body needed she began to moan into his cock sucking and running her tongue around him moving her head faster. Her breathing became rapid and as her body tensed she heard him cry out as his cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. Greedily she sucked not wanting to waste a drop of him whilst her own orgasm ripped through her sending her moaning into him her heart racing body shuddering stars beginning to float in front of her.

  ***

  Mary looked around the kitchen for the tenth time nerves making her restless. The kitchen was impeccable as always the cook having thoroughly cleaned it and placed everything in its allocated places. She hadn’t been happy when she had been given an extra evening off but after a flurry of activity making everything ready for the next day she had left to visit a relative.

  Mary forced herself to sit on a chair that had been placed in the middle of the room completely away from everything else. Once the cook had gone Harold had set about reorganising the room and had shifted the table to one side whilst moving all but one of the chairs to the end of the room. Half closing her eyes she thought back to that afternoon, William had looked surprised when she didn’t give him an answer and even more taken aback when she ordered him to come to the kitchen that evening.

  She hadn’t thought she could be so bold but when it had come to it she stood firmly by the door, looked back at him and just told him in a voice that was as authorative as she could making it mimicking an old governess he had had when he was growing up.

  Before he’d had a chance to reply or get over the shock she had thrown open the door and left.

  A hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present and she yelped in surprise. Glancing up she felt calmer as she saw Harold gazing lovingly down at her.

  “For the first part I don’t particularly want you present. Do you trust me?”

  She nodded

  “I do.”

  Harold smiled as she stood up.

  “Then wait in the laundry room until you hear me calling your name, but don’t worry I just want to talk to him and point out the situation he was trying to put you in.”

  Mary nodded again and walked away feeling a sense of protection from him. Although she could have stood her ground it was a good feeling knowing someone was there acting on her behalf.

  Sitting down in the laundry room she purposely left the door open so she could listen, curiosity getting the better of her. It wasn’t long before she heard the heavy footsteps of someone coming down the stairs and into the corridor. She fought the urge to peek to check it was William since if he saw her he was unlikely to go into the kitchen.

  The kitchen door was pushed open and the footsteps went in before complete silence. Mary held her breath as she waited for any kind of noise.

  When there was noise she was disappointed to realise she couldn’t hear what was being said only some muffled words. If she was going to learn anything she would have to move closer.

  Creeping out of the room she kept low making sure she couldn’t be seen from the kitchen - all those times of having to sneak around without Cook seeing her had come in handy. Closer now she could distinguish two different voices clearly William and Harold. Harold’s voice was deeper than William’s so without being able to distinguish the words she could work out who was talking. At the moment it seemed to be Harold who was doing most of the talking his deep timbre becoming
louder as he raised his voice.

  Mary crept forward moving closer to the kitchen door until she could make out the words.

  “I don’t appreciate you assuming you could just have her.”

  “Well she’s not yours either. You don’t own her you’re just with her - have you asked her what she wants?” William’s voice was calm and was in complete control of himself.

  “It was inappropriate and you know full well it was. There is a line in our lives, as wrong as we may sometimes think it is it is still there and you insinuated you were going to step over it.” Harold in contrast sounded angrier then Mary remembered hearing before.

  “So she took it the wrong way, I maybe didn’t word it correctly.”

  Harold laughed

  “You know as well as I do she didn’t take it the wrong way and neither did I when she told me about it. We have no secrets between us. I know you want her, but I also know she wants you.” Harold wasn’t shouting anymore instead he had gone very quiet which was somehow worse.

  Mary heard the scraping of a chair being moved around but neither of them spoke for a moment. In the end it was William who broke the silence.

  “She does?”

  “Yes, but we all know nothing long term is going to come of it. She is better off with the security I can offer her however small that may be. You would just be fun.”

  “I...” William seemed to be struggling for words but Harold saved him.

  “I propose that we acknowledge you will just be some fun and then act upon it.”

  “You would be okay with that?” William sounded aghast and amazed.

  “I want to give her all she desires; besides there would be a few things you would need to agree on first.”

  “And these are?”

  Harold laughed