In the house of commoners

A weary winter night. Oh, how I knew the harshness of the weather here. It got so cold I couldn’t feel my face above the covers, or my feet that stuck out from the covers below me. Master provided us with as many luxuries as we needed to get by in the short amount of time that was winter, however I still remained cold. He provided us with wood and matches for the fireplace, extra blankets and curtains in the room....yet I still remained empty and lonely. It was snowing outside, I knew a big ice storm was coming. The gardener wasn’t happy, he never is during these hard times. Having to pick his hard work from the ground. Having to stop watering them and let them die from his own hands, pulling each hard worked for flower out of the ground and sighing in disgust.

He wasn’t emotional about it in that sense, he was more angry that he had to do the work of keeping them alive, then stripping them once the winter came. No one suggested winter flowers to him, but they were terrible to keep when the snow fell and melted. It would kill the flowers on impact from too much water. He was usually off duty as a gardener during these hard times and he helped me and Mikhail around the house. After all it was much too big of a house for me to be cleaning by myself. I was only the chef after all.

I had no obligation to clean anything else, except for what goes on in my kitchen alone.

I was cold even though I wore my tight layered winter uniform, fires in all places of the house and yet I still remained as such. I suppose I couldn’t exactly keep my mind of being cold alone. It was these thoughts of my master that bothered me. I had worked for him for at least five years and I had catered to his every whim. His healthy eating, the special orders, his schedule...whenever he got sick I was there next to him feeding him hot soup and giving him medication and when he over worked himself and was too tired to do anything. I made him eat...even if it was just a few bites. I wanted to see him happy and strong again. Mostly so his gentle smile. It had been quite awhile since I had seen him smile last. The inner light that had desired him was fading and I wanted him more than ever now. Was I so wicked to ask for such a thing now? The fact I had lived and worked and serviced this man, this wealthy, perfect man and I wanted more? I wanted his love and affection. To have him speak to me and smile, telling me how much loves and appreciates me. My heart fluttered every time I spoke to him or saw him.

Perhaps I thought that maybe today would be the day?

I frowned and wheeled the liquor cart out to the main parlor. I soon stopped once I saw Mister Lords sitting in the armchair, relaxing. I always knew around this time if Phox and him weren’t out drinking he would be alone once more, whether it was out here or in his private chambers. He was the butler of the master, a personal servant who worked for a higher wage, but he enjoyed master’s company and working for him wasn’t so bad as he didn’t have to do a lot compared to me or Phox. I liked him, more than I acted. During duty and normal hours we’d fight or pretend to hate each other. Mister Lords was naturally a bitter man at heart, he loved being alone and his solitude was very important for him. This I understood and I gave him as much space as he would need and even more if he wished. It was usually off duty we’d talk like civilized adults. We were closer than one would originally like to think, they didn’t know...

I respected Mister Lords very much, I could talk to him about anything I couldn’t during the day. He’d wind down and relax to the best of his abilities and I would join him. I pushed the cart in and stood next to him. He looked at me as if I were someone new or he had never seen me in such a manner. Perhaps it was that I was in my new uniform. I wore all my essentials, garters, corset and bloomers under my dress. The dress was short and black, however compared to my summer uniform it had long sleeves with folding cuffs and my bosoms were forced to be confined behind the buttons. My garters pulled up my warm stockings, a white apron was visible over my dress and I wore nothing on top of my head tonight. I had long brown curls down my shoulders. It was much too cold to keep it up at any cost. “I’m sorry for intruding Mister Lords.” I said softly as I bowed my head in shame. For me to even think about bothering him like this. “But..I wanted to bring you some wine.” I spoke a little more boldly as I poured two glasses. If he doesn’t take one id leave and wouldn’t bother him for the rest of the night, but his features contorted into a softer expression. He didn’t look bothered by me instead he took the glass of wine and nodded.

“Thank you miss.” he spoke as he took a sip. I looked up, the frown still on my face as I took my glass. He raised a brow at me. “Why so glum?” he asked. I made my way in front of him and sat on the ground.

“I’m not glum. I just had a rough day.” I lied to him openly about it. He seemed to catch on every time I said something that sounded false. I curled up to his chair and sipped the wine. “I just hate this time of year.” I backed myself up better this time and looked into the fire. He paused for a second or so and sighed into his glass.

“It’s master isn’t it?” he asked, seeming to read me as if I were a book, an open book with large print. I placed my wine back on the cart and sighed.

“Mister Lords, why do I care so much? The man clearly sees right through me every time I try to speak with him or show my interest.” I rested my head on the arm of his chair and he lifted up his arm and pat my head, stroking my curls with his fingers he acted as if I was part of the chair. “I’m so stupid.” he sipped more of his wine and looked down at her.

“You’re not stupid, sometimes we can’t help the way we feel about people.” he responded, wow was he actually feeling nice today? I couldn’t tell. Perhaps he was so sick of my bull shit that he just gave into what I wanted. I wanted him to feel bad for me...or to help me or just to love me...even if it were only for a night.
Often times on nights like these when I knew Master was asleep or Phox was doing something else. We’d take out our frustration on each other. I knew he was so pent up...he couldn’t deny me on such nights. He loved my body. I was young, firm and energized. Id make him question himself. We’d playfully sport with each other for a few hours, sometimes it was in the parlor and most of the time I visited him in his room and id spend the night there and disappear before he could wake up and yell at me.

“I guess...maybe I am crazy.” she said softly, feeling his long fingers entwine in a free lock of my hair. He chuckled.

“I don’t know what you see in master anyway.” I sighed dreamily.

“I guess you don’t understand, but master...just makes me so happy..so excited. I just love his attitude of things. I want to be around him all the time. I wasn’t always acting like this around him. You have seen me, but now I think I have every reason to believe I have lost my mind.” I looked up at him.

“I suppose I do see why. Master is a cheery guy, but yeah you’re a loon!” he said playfully as he pinched her nose before looking back into the fire place. I giggled and put my hands under my chin.

“Okay Mister Lords if I’m a loon what does that make you?” I teased, watching him with vague curiosity. He cocked his head slowly to look down at me.

“I’m a crazy ole’ coot, least I admit it.” he laughed. “You’d have to be nuts to live here anyway.” he said, smiling in whatever way that Mikhail smiled. In one way or another Mister Lords always made me feel better about whatever could be happening in my life. At least he was in a good mood...I was feeling so lonely and so wanton. I could feel the pure ache between my legs as I imagined his cock inside of me. I smiled innocently at him.

“Is the crazy ole coot lonely tonight?” I asked softly, not wanting to scare him off from at least paying attention to her in an intimate manner. It had been far too long since she had gotten some love.

“Every night. Wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t need voluptuous breasts ruining my own sense of uniqueness.” He laughed as he leaned back crossing his legs. It was all in jest of course, he liked alone time...but not all the time. I knew this well and I seemed to guess the perfect times that he would need my attention on him. I laughed as I moved so that I could lay my head in his lap.

“That is a lie Mister Lords, because I happen to know you love my breasts.” I teased as I pressed my chest to his legs, I was cramped in that dress and becoming more excited before my own eyes. My dress had no neckline so I knew he grew a little less chipper during the Winter when it would take him a bit to think what they looked like as he couldn’t easily see them anymore. It left much to Mister Lord’s limited imagination.

“What man wouldn’t?” he admitted plainly as I could see his face in the fireside light. That made me happy to know I wasn’t being played with because he felt sorry for me.
I nuzzled his legs as if this act wasn’t wrong in any way...but he began to back away now...with no place to really go.

“Hey now..”

I nuzzled him more affectionately, carefully noting the small bulge in his pants. I continued to tease him, wondering what he would do next. So I spoke once more. “What?” I asked in a sweet tone, as if I didn’t know what kind of pain I was causing mister Lords. He stared down at me in a straight forward type gaze.

“What are you doing little missy?” he asked in a threatening tone. He couldn’t fool me, I knew he was playing and even then when Mister Lords was mad, you know he was mad. But I knew all along that his words werejust empty to see if id back off and honestly I had no intentions of backing off.

I believe he knew this too.

“Nothing...” I spoke innocently, too innocently as I nuzzled up his legs casually. Conveniently I stopped when I got too close to his bulge. I spoke like a little girl who didn’t know what she wanted or meant by her actions.

“You can’t fool me.” he spoke rather forwards. He looked down at me, I could just tell he was getting more excited by my movements and teasing. It had been far too long for the both of us. For whatever reason perhaps Mister Lords thinks I may stop and head to my room? Or maybe he thinks I’m just teasing for the sake of teasing.

Oh, god no.

“Not even for a minute?” I asked with a small giggle. “I..I just want to maybe play?” I finally came out with it, but it was the wrong tone of voice for him. I had to be more convincing or else he would think I was just playing. I had a feeling he knew what I meant, but anyone else I could have said that too and fooled them. When I wanted something though, I usually got it.

“I don’t like being toyed with.” he said in a serious voice as he removed my hands from him. I frowned and sat on my knees in front of him.

“I’m sorry Mister Lords. I didn’t mean it like that.” I sounded sorry for my neediness as I got up and sat on his left knee. I didn’t put my full weight on him, but my gaze was sincere. I never used Mikhail as a toy. Sometimes my wanton antics did get the better of me though. His own gaze turned back to normal.

“Well then little miss Cherry I forgive you.” He pulled me onto both his legs so he could fully support me. I scooted into his lap though, once I saw at had his silent permission. He hated being embraced in any way without it especially something as intimate as we sat here now.

“Thank you mister Lords.”

He laughed. “You don’t have to call me that, we are off duty you know.” She smiled.

“Oh but Mikhail...I just love the way it rolls off my tongue.” I teased. She made herself more comfortable on his lap. He chuckled.

“I like a lot of things that roll off your tongue.” There was my cue. I knew he wanted it...and I was happy to help. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made him look up at me.

“I’m out of practice..just a bit.” I hinted to him as I rocked myself slowly on him. Mikhail smirked and raised a brow.

“Oh? Do we need a demonstration?”

(To be continued)