A Good Servant Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

A Good Servant Ch. 4

To say he felt nothing while his hips were held still by strong, firm hands, would have been a lie. Despite his sudden need to just push his ass against the owner of said hands, his conscience told him to straighten up and assume a rather frigid countenance, as he turned to face lord Lucas. “Good evening, sir,” he bowed politely, his eyes traveling from the man’s chin along the black silk shirt to find a rescue point in the subtle black diamond tie needle, one of the few jewelries the rulers were allowed to wear. The man did not seem to be taken aback by the servant’s attitude. A low chuckle was the answer and Cory’s chin was gently tipped, determining the young man to look up. The slightest amount of blush colored the high of his cheeks for a brief second, as his eyes sank in the emerald pools. The fact that Lucas was so beautiful it hurt didn’t help. Mustering all his courage, he cast his eyes down, avoiding the direct look. “Can I help you with anything, sir?” He could almost congratulate himself for maintaining his voice steady as he spoke. “Oh, Cory,” Lucas whispered seductively, “you can help you me with a lot of things.” The young man was saved by the rest of the servants, marching from the kitchen with all kinds of delicious treats on their trays. Cory took advantage of the brief interruption and scurried away, murmuring an apology. No matter how much he wanted to stay right there, and lose himself in Lucas’s amazingly hypnotic gaze, he knew his master’s words could ...

... not be taken as idle threats. He was aware that the man would not follow him to the servants’ quarters, so he hurried to his room to catch a breather. He needed to wash his face, and regain a neutral color and fast, as a servant with cheeks ablaze would have made, for sure, a strange subject for conversation in the lavishly appointed dining room. As he got in the hallways again, he almost head-butted the redhead servant from earlier. “Cory,” the servant said sternly, “your master is a bit dissatisfied with your sudden disappearance.” “I will be right there,” he said quickly, and tried to get fast past the redhead. “My name is Dion,” the servant said, catching his arm. He turned to smile at the other. “Nice name,” he commented, and the other winked at him. “I’ll help you out tonight,” the redhead walked side by side with him. “It is your first party? Of this size, I mean?” “Yes, it is,” Cory admitted, while still walking fast. “Sorry about earlier, we were way too nosy. But a servant’s life does not have that many highlights, except for gossip. We kind of want to know everything.” “That’s alright,” Cory shook his head a bit. Dion seemed to be a really nice guy, and he could use a friend close to his age and station. “After we tend the table, we will have to get the slaves prepared for the show,” Dion dropped his voice, and looked at Cory, trying to gauge his reaction. But Cory remained silent, not knowing if a reply was required to that or not. Hesitantly, Dion continued. “Does ...