Find a way to tell the secret. We’ll end this. Maggie
Rafe smiled, then tossed the tiny piece of parchment into the fire in his hearth. He watched as it burned to ash. Then he sought out one of the housemaids he knew to be totally trustworthy. “I need yer help, Glenda,” he began. Then he explained to her what it was he wanted.
Glenda listened, then said, “I’ll do it. One of the younger lasses might grow frightened and give it all away. The Hay has been casting about for a bedmate, for he is a lustful man. Better me than an untried maid. Give me a few days, my lord.”
“I won’t forget this service,” Rafe told her.
Glenda laughed. “Ye’ve always been more generous than yer da,” she said dryly.
That evening when Ewan Hay entered his bedchamber, he found a maidservant bent over while tending to the fire in his hearth. “Well, well, what have we here?” he purred.
The servant straightened, whirling about, a startled look upon her face. “Oh, sir, forgive me,” she said. “I meant to be gone, but the fire was stubborn and would not catch properly.” She curtsied to him.
She was very pretty, he considered, with large pillowy breasts, yellow hair, and big blue eyes.
“And is the fire as it should be now?” he said, smiling at her.
“Aye, sir.” She curtsied again. “Is there anything else I may do for ye, sir?”
“Give me a kiss,” Ewan Hay said.
“Oh, sir, ’tis very naughty of ye,” the maidservant told him. But she did not go.
“Tell me yer name,” he said, stepping to block her route to his door.
“Glenda, sir,” she half whispered.
“I am a guest in this house, Glenda, and I believe yer master would want every effort made to make my stay a pleasant one.” Reaching out, Ewan Hay put an arm about the servant and drew her close.
“Ohh, sir!” Glenda sighed, and she appeared to grow weak in his embrace.
He leaned in to give her a kiss. Her mouth opened beneath his, her tongue seeming to welcome his tongue. She was quite proficient at kissing, he quickly discovered. Reluctantly leaving her lips, he said, “I think ye may be a very naughty lass, Glenda. Are ye naughty?” His other hand fondled her covered breasts.
She giggled again. “Some say I am naughty. Others call me generous, sir.” She pressed herself against him, looking up into his face. “Which would ye like me to be?” she asked him, her eyes wide, her mouth pouting suggestively.
“Both!” he told her. He could feel his cock already straining to be released. “Now ye tell me what ye would like me to be?”
Glenda reached down to stroke the thick hard ridge in his breeks. “Tireless, sir,” she whispered to him. “Or do I presume too much, sir?”
Ewan Hay grinned wolfishly at the maidservant. “I’m going to fuck ye,” he growled at her fiercely, pushing her onto the bed, pushing up her skirts, and falling atop her. He found her entry immediately and was as good as his word.
But Glenda’s mother had been the Netherdale village whore, a position now held by Glenda’s older sister. Glenda, however, wanted a more respectable life. She had an aunt who was a servant at Netherdale Hall, and her aunt had gained her niece a position. Having grown up in her mother’s cottage, Glenda knew well how to tease a man into his best performance. She praised the man now using her, encouraged him to heights he had never before known or even imagined, stroked his vanity by shrieking with apparent delight at his prowess. And when he lay exhausted, she arose, straightened her garb, and left him.
Ewan Hay’s itch had been but lightly scratched. His eyes now constantly swept the hall looking for Glenda. Catching her in a corridor the next day, he put her against the wall and used her vigorously. When he had finished he told her, “Ye will come to my chamber tonight and stay with me. I have a yearning to see ye naked.”
“I’ll try, sir,” she promised him, and then waited until very late to finally go to him. Without his even asking, she stripped off her garments, laying them aside, and stood silently, turning slowly, so he might view her to his pleasure.
Ewan Hay almost moaned aloud at the lushness of the girl’s body. His manhood grew stiff beneath the bed coverlet. He beckoned her into the bed, flinging back the covering so she could see he was quite naked, and ready for her. Ewan Hay felt out of control with this female. He had never been so lustful in his life. He took her once, and it simply wasn’t enough. She brought him some wine from the bedchamber sideboard. He did not know she had laced it with certain herbs that would help him regain his strength sooner and keep him that way longer. He had his way with her a second time.
Afterwards Glenda looked up at him with her blue eyes. She smiled saying, “Oh, sir, I have never before known such a lover as ye are!”
“I am frankly surprised the old lord, or one of his sons, hasn’t taken ye for a mistress,” Ewan said with candid observation.
“Oh nay, sir! I am not that kind of a girl,” she protested. “But last night when ye . . . when we . . . Ye are the first man I have not been able to resist, sir.”
“Ye weren’t a virgin,” he said.
Glenda laughed. “I should hope not! I am seventeen after all, but I am not a wanton with the lads, sir. Every lass has a tumble beneath a hedge or in the hay now and again, but only some become familiar to all. Most of us do not. But ye, sir. Yer gentry, and ye still wanted me, and have treated me with kindness.
