I take my time, letting the natural flexing of my muscles tease him. He grows taut underneath me. His cock hardens as I moan and roll slightly, but I do not give him anything more than that. When he tries to take over, I do not let him.
“It should be me,” he says, “who pleasures you.”
“No,” I say. “When you are good, you are allowed to give me pleasure. When you are bad, you are at my mercy.”
My orgasm comes, causing my muscles to spasm. Alfred cries out beneath me, clearly deeply aroused. And yet still I have not given him enough to make him come. I have deliberately deprived him of that.
Then I stand and dismount him. He cries out again at my absence.
“I am done with breakfast,” I say, turning on my heel.
Then I exit the room, leaving him there hard, pulsing, and unsated.
Chapter 28
Alfred
Iam stunned.
Of course, many stunning things have happened to me over the past twenty-four hours. But for some reason being left with my cock inflamed, my desire at full force, and no way to slake my lust feels like the final straw.
It never occurred to me that she could take her pleasure from me in such a manner and then leave.
Groaning, I consider finishing myself, but even after all that has happened I still have an aversion to it. I could perform the act, but I don’t want it. Without Annabelle it feels wrong.
But it is nearly painful how erect I am as I do up the placket of my trousers. I move to stand, my erection not at all abated. I pray that that I do not encounter any servants in the hall. I need to find Annabelle.
I search for her, my erection persisting along with my desire. In truth, I am very uncomfortable. In desperation, I consider making myself come in my trousers as I used to do, but once more—perhaps it is her prohibition against doing it—I dismiss this option.
Finally, I push open the study door to find her there. She is looking over some very large ledgers.
“Oh, Mr. Saintsbury,” she says. “Is there something you want with me?”
I come up to her desk.
“I want relief,” I say, my words and tone harsher than I intended. “I am in agony.”
“Why don’t you take yourself in hand then?”
“You cannot leave me in such a state.”
“I can do whatever I want,” she says. “For all intents and purposes, Alfred, I am your lord and master. And if I want to leave you with a raging cockstand in my breakfast room after I have ridden you and take my pleasure from you, then that is what I will do.”
“You really mean to leave me like this.”
“The sensation will abate,” she says. “And after all, I will not make you wait forever. Sit. We have more to discuss.”
I grit my teeth, but obey.
“What more do we have to discuss?”
“For the time being, you will not be seeing to the duties of your post. You must think of what you want to do with your days. I cannot be with you always.”
“What I want right now is to plunge inside of you and fill you with my seed.”
“You cannot only think with your cock, Alfred,” she scolds. A little shame washes over me at the words.
“I would not mind if you got with child.”
