Chapter summary: What has happened to all the good help these days? This girl was just so disrespectful: defiant and feisty! She'd better lose that attitude before I ... wait: I like defiant and feisty — and she is a cute little thing — hm, I wonder ...
WARNING: I don't have to put that an M-Rated Rosalie piece is NSFW, do I?
The sound of Mrs. Wilson's authoritative knock still echoed in the hall when an insolent "Yah, we're both here in bed" answered it. It was said by a youthful voice I didn't recognize, accented with something like the Scottish brogue.
"Mrs. King is here to speak with you," Mrs. Wilson said commandingly but discreetly, a frown very apparent across her brow and in her delivery. I was glad that she was being discreet, but it was superfluous. In this house, the walls have ears.
"Saints preserve us!" exclaimed the same voice in a very much more terrified voice.
There was scrambling of activity and the door opened nearly immediately showing Moira in a plain, simple white shift. She backed up immediately, standing by the solitary bed that occupied half her tiny room.
Standing next to her was a girl who looked much younger than Moira, ... she looked about Constant's thirteen years, but she had to be older than that. She was black Irish: her pure black hair and eyes stood starkly contrasting her pale white skin.
I entered the tiny room and took a commanding presence in the center of it. Mrs. Wilson followed, then sniffed disapprovingly.
"Smoking is not allowed indoors," she said primly. "If you two are going to be smoking, avail yourselves to the courtyard."
The Irish girl piped up, "But we didn't ..."
Mrs. Wilson's scowl smote the girl into silence.
I turned to our head housekeeper and said dismissively, "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson."
She left immediately, closing the door behind her.
"Well?" I demanded, looking at them both fiercely.
Moira immediately dropped her eyes, and, like the commoner she was, her face colored with her shame. Aha! I thought victoriously, Moira, dear, you've been caught.
The other girl looked at me with open curiosity.
She certainly was a defiant little thing. My attention shifted to her.
"You," I barked, "what's your name?"
She blinked, surprised and unbalanced. "My name is Sarah, ma'am."
Moira whispered out of the corner of her mouth: "Mrs. King."
The girl Sarah corrected herself. "Mrs. King," she amended quickly.
"Well," I huffed, "Sarah," I added. I didn't like her name, and I didn't like her for some reason. New hires! So difficult to find good, obedient, respectful help these days. "You may not be acquainted with the rules of the King household," I continued angrily, "but when I have certain matters concerning certain goings on 'to discuss' with certain persons ..." I glared meaningfully at Moira, "then uninvolved parties may occupy themselves with other things in another room."
Sarah looked at me dumbly.
I sighed. She was mentally addled, too. The help these days.
"Get," I growled, skillfully allowing some of the rage I felt to come out in my voice, "out!" I commanded to Sarah.
Sarah made to leave, but a light touch from Moira on Sarah's shoulder, and a whispered "Sarah, stay," from her, stopped the new girl in her tracks. Sarah now looked very lost.
I rather felt exactly the same way, but I was good at channeling that into anger, which I now directed to that disrespectful Moira.
Gainsaying her superiors? Her employer? Her mistress? She knew better than that.
"What?" I shouted to her. "What?"
Moira dropped her eyes, nearly quaking.
"Did not Mr. King have his way with you!" I snarled.
"Yes, Mistress, but ..." she replied meekly.
Servants were always trying to justify themselves.
"Well, then, ..." I began, cutting her off, but Sarah interrupted me.
"He had his way with me, too," she piped up.
That stopped me cold. I turned to the new girl. "What?" I couldn't mask my befuddlement behind anger now, I was disappointed to observe.
"That's why I asked Sarah to stay, Mistress," came a quiet, humble voice from the other guilty party, "he ... Mr. King ... he took ... both of us."
I looked between the two girls, one with downcast eyes, the other looking back at me.
"At the same time?" I gasped out.
Moira's face colored more, and Sarah just nodded. Moira added quietly: "He dinna spill his seed inside me, but he had me ..." But then she couldn't continue.
My goodness! I thought Royce hadn't a creative bone in his body when it came to these things. I guess I had thought incorrectly.
But then my pondering turned naughty.
"Show me," I said, and I couldn't suppress the wicked grin wreathing my face.
"What?" Sarah gasped. Now the unshakable Sarah seemed to be taken by surprise.
A gentle hand on Sarah shoulder stopped her. "It's okay, Sarah," Moira said.
"But in front of her?" Sarah waved angrily at me.
We really would have to work on this discipline problem. But new hires, and new lovers, required extra ... attention, anyway, so I let the impertinence pass.
Moira sat on the bed, pulling Sarah down with her. Sarah gave me and my crossed arms and smirk a spiteful look, but that look soon melted. Moira kissed Sarah, ...
... passionately.
Moira's eyes were closed and she pressed herself firmly against Sarah. Sarah's look of surprise melted into passion returned, entirely forgetting there was an imperious observer in the room.
Both girls fell onto the small bed, kissing and touching and stroking each other tenderly. Soft cries and moans came first from Moira and then from Sarah as both girls gave themselves to each other; each struggling to remove her lover's shift more quickly.
The imperious observer wasn't so imperious anymore. That's so fucking hot! I thought as I watched the very erotic and tender moment unfold before me. I disrobed quickly and joined them on the bed, spooning into Sarah.
Sarah gasped in surprise when I pressed against her, but her gasps were soon silenced by Moira's full-mouthed kisses, and they soon turned to mews of pleasure at Moira's ministrations ... and my own. I was rubbing against her passionately and peppering her neck and shoulder with light kisses.
I felt Sarah's passion begin to rise at our joint effort, but then I thought of something.
Every girl wants to have her own baby, right? And Royce was withholding that favor from poor Moira who had already suffered heartbreak, so ...
"Stop, stop," I commanded gently. "Sarah, wait! Moira, stop!"
Sarah cried out in confused frustration, but Moira did stop, and Sarah came down from her excited high.
"Sarah, I want you to watch me, and then do what I do," I told her.
I rolled Sarah off of Moira, laying her back against the wall and then turned to Moira.
"Moira, I want to fuck you right now; may I?" I asked.
Moira threw her head back into the solitary pillow and spread her legs to me.
"Oh, please, Mistress, please!" she cried.
I really wasn't too worried what her answer would be, but it appeared that Moira had become more than a little bit excited by this evening's events.
I also liked it when they begged me. That was sweet music to my ears.
I mounted Moira and pressed my vulva against hers, beginning to rub her gently and slowly at first until ...
"Harder," she begged, then added, "please," pushing her hips against mine.
The sensation was exquisite. Pure pleasure shocked me in every place where my body touched hers, but I needed more. I rubbed against her more forcefully and felt my own passion rise. Moira had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip, whimpering with pleasure that I was giving her.
And then I felt the change in her.
"Oh, oh, Mistress!" she cried. "I'm going to ... I'm going to ..."
And then I let go. I cried out in pleasure as I felt myself explode. I pushed myself against her as hard as I could as I came, my vulva pressed against hers. And I felt myself coming, coming hard, right into her.
I grunted as each of the contractions rocked me into her, and she came along with me, a throaty scream tearing itself out of her that she tried unsuccessfully to suppress as she gave herself over to the moment, gripping me tightly.
As my orgasm subsided, a new need overcame me, and I had to kiss her. I grabbed her head in my hands and my lips crashed against hers ... forcefully but gently, bruising neither of us, but I surely let her know my passion.
And Moira opened herself to me in that kiss, she gave me herself, and I took her, forcing my lips against hers, and my tongue into her mouth, and she gripped me tightly as she kissed me in return.
God! Moira is such a good lover! Why hadn't I visited her sooner than this?
Our kiss was interrupted by an awed whisper: "Oh, my ... goodness!"
It appears little Sarah had seen something worthy of note.
And that Irish accent? I wanted to ravage her right now, despite the fact I had this intoxicating Scottish confection in my arms.
I gave Moira one more sweet and gentle kiss on the lips and then on the forehead, and held her to me for a second before I then turned and faced Sarah.
"Do you want to fuck Moira now?" I asked the girl cupping her own breast, her other hand looking so lost gripping her stomach.
Sarah blinked, looking caught between pure desire but also looking a bit lost. "Oh, yes! but ... I ... I never ..."
The poor girl looked torn until I said: "I will help you," at the same time Moira, dear Moira, held her hands our for Sarah.
I took Sarah's face in my hands and gently kissed her forehead.
"It's easy," I told her, "you just do what feels nice for you and nice for her."
"How will I know what's nice for her?" Sarah asked.
What a sweet girl! Thinking of the other girl like that. I kissed her again.
"You'll know because her body will tell you," I answered, and we both looked down at Moira lying on the bed.
Moira looked away from us, blushing, but she nodded in agreement.
"Okay ..." said Sarah hesitantly.
I looked at her gravely. "I will help you," I repeated.
Sarah nodded, and then went to Moira, placing herself on top as I did.
I bit my lower lip. How much should I guide, and how much should I let them discover?
"No," I said gently to Sarah, and pulled her into an upright sitting position. "You need to do this."
"Moira," I said to the girl lying down, caressing her left leg.
She understood. She lifted it for me, and I placed it so that her ankle rested on Sarah's shoulder.
"Here," I said to Sarah, and repositioned her so that her left leg draped over Moira's right, and her right leg curled back, supporting her sitting position.
"This is a little bit more complicated than what I did earlier, but it will help you, too, Sarah, okay?"
Sarah nodded. She had been rebellious before, but now she was trusting me. This was probably her first time with a girl, and she saw I had much more experience in these matters.
"Okay," I said, and I pressed her to Moira.
Sarah groaned.
"Sarah," I said, "take her. Take Moira and make her yours."
Sarah began rubbing. She bit her lower lip and then sounds of pleasure began to issue from her throat as she closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Moira's leg, holding it to her.
Very good.
I looked down at Moira. She was looking right into Sarah's face.
"Sarah," she whispered. "Oh, Sarah."
This was going much better than expected. I was very pleased with both of them.
I put my hand on Moira's breast, very gently caressing and squeezing it, and, as I did that, I turned to Sarah, and began kissing her face until she gasped, and that's when I kissed her full on the lips, wrapping her neck in my other arm, pulling her face to mine, kissing her deeply and passionately.
Sarah's grunting became desperate, then I felt her body tense up and then release, and she groaned into my mouth. I removed my hand from Moira's breast and wrapped Sarah in my embrace as I kissed her, pressing her hard against Moira, letting her love,
... and Royce's seed ...
flow down into Moira.
Just as I had done for Moira a few moments before.
Sarah collapsed into my embrace, and I gently laid her on the bed, next to Moira, and I laid next to Sarah. Both Moira and I held Sarah as she recovered.
"You did so well, sweetheart," Moira cooed to Sarah, and continued to shower her with soft caresses and sweet words as Sarah gasped to recover her breath.
Moira was such a sweet, caring girl. I really liked her.
Sarah held Moira, looking at her. "Did you ... did you ..."
"Shhh, sweetie, you need to rest," Moira said tenderly.
Of course Moira didn't come. Sarah was entirely new at this, I saw. But Moira was so forgiving and undemanding that she didn't mind; she just appeared pleased that Sarah received so much pleasure from the moment. I stroked Sarah's petite back as I admired the two lovers holding each other, enjoying the sweet moment of peace and contentment as the two girl held each other in a loving embrace.
I reflected sadly that these were the only times I ever felt that peace, when I was in another woman's arms with no expectations or worries, no fencing with my husband or discharging familial duties as the Mistress of the King household. I drunk in this moment as the two lovers drunk in each other; each experience peace in her own way.