CHAPTER ONE

Edward Mott had been a wealthy man. He also had a beautiful wife whom he loved dearly, but there was something in his life that felt incomplete. No matter what he did, he couldn't find the missing piece. Eventually, he snatched up one of the slaves – Guinness.

Guinness was a black slave sold by his old master. He was a handsome young man with deep, dark eyes and a beautifully low voice. This man was not averse to exploring his carnal fantasies.

They kept their affair a secret, right in the house that he shared with his wife. She was too trusting of him. She had believed all his excuses and continued to love him as if he still deserved it.

The fact was, he still loved her very much, but she couldn't give him everything that he wanted.

"Guinness…" He threw his head back, buckling his hips as he came into the other man's mouth. "Come here." He pulled him up, stroking the large, throbbing member.

"Master… The mistress will hear if we're not more careful," he mumbled. There was a strong sense of guilt that he felt whenever he indulged in the master's wishes. His mistress was a kind woman who treated him compassionately. They were both wonderful people and he knew what he was submitting to would ultimately tear them apart.

Edward sighed. "She's out in the gardens with Martha. She won't hear us."

Guinness laid his head on the pillow. His body still pressed against the pale body beneath him. To be honest, sometimes, he'd imagine it was the mistress' body writhing beneath him. He didn't know why he was born this way. If anyone knew about his desires, they would execute him on the spot. Even he knew that it was sinful. He couldn't even tell Edward about it. He didn't want the master to hate him, so he did everything that was asked of him.

Once they were both satisfied and lounging languidly in bed, the guilt grew. "I don't think we should continue this," he whispered, knowing what the master would say. This wasn't the first time they had this conversation. "The mistress would be very hurt if she ever finds out."

Edward's hold on him tightened. "I know," he murmured. "I don't' know what's wrong with me. I can't get enough of you, but I also can't imagine living without her. She was all I ever wanted. I've loved her since I was but a young lad and I never stopped loving her, but I also love you."

Guinness felt his heart skip a beat. That was the first time his master had ever uttered those words to him. Sure, they had intercourse regularly, but he never thought he felt anything more than lust for the lowly servant. "I love you, too." He hated himself for feeling this way.

The seasons continued to pass as they secretly fell into each other's arms.

"Mistress… I do not believe that will be proper." He was staring wide-eyed at his petite mistress who was having trouble with her dress.

"But I can't just walk around in a slip! Martha is visiting her family and my husband is finally out socialising." Edward had a problem with interacting with strangers. Most of the business was conducted by the mistress who could smile and reel in the money. "Please, Guinness. I need help with this corset. It's not as if I am asking you to undress me. Quite the opposite! Now, please, before I really have to walk around the house in a slip."

He hesitantly walked over. He was no stranger to the bedroom, but never alone with the mistress. It felt wrong. He felt as if he was committing a crime, but the sight of her state of almost undress made his pants tighten. There had to be something wrong with him. No normal man would be attracted by both men and women. It was wrong. It was so wrong.

"Thank you. I very much appreciate this."

With shaky hands, he mustered all the gentleness his large hands could carry out and held the ribbons between his fingers. He accidentally dropped one of them and when he went to grab it back, he brushed against her skin.

It was warm and soft - warmer and softer than the master's. His heart raced in his chest, rushing blood to both heads. It was difficult to think. All he had to do was pull, but it was as if he suddenly forgot how to use his hands.

"Do you need me to guide you?" she softly offered.

He thought he was going to die on the spot and suddenly, he stumbled to the side, his hands still on the ribbons. They both fell with a loud 'thump!'

Once he was over the initial shock, he could feel her on top of him. Her head rested on his chest and her thigh was toughing his groin. She felt so tiny against him. Would he hurt her if he moved, now?

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to – "

"Guinness, what on Earth is going on?"

His heart abruptly stopped as he turned his head to see the master standing at the doorway looking utterly shocked at the sight in front of him. "Master, it was an accident!" he exclaimed.

Too soon, the warmth on his chest disappeared. "Edward, he was just helping me with my corset. It was my fault, really. I knew he didn't know anything about feminine wear, but I was desperate. If you had stayed a little longer when I told you to, then this wouldn't have happened, so it's your fault it happened."

Edward walked over to his wife and pulled her into his arms. "If I waited for you, then I wouldn't have been able to make it to the meeting on time and you were the one who wanted me to go." He placed a kiss on her lips and groaned when she deepened it. There was no anger between the two of them. In fact, the sight of his wife on top of his lover had made him unexpectedly aroused.

"Of course, allow me to properly apologise to you," she purred, running her hand down his chest.

His eyes met Guinness' and he could tell that the slave was trying to recollect himself. He didn't know whether the tight breeches were because of him or his wife, but the thought sent another spike of pleasure through his body. Was it possible for them to have a happy ending, after all? It had never occurred to him before that the three of them could co-exist without secrets. Perhaps he had been going about this completely the wrong way.

"I… I'll just…" Guinness scurried off before he could say anything.

Edward broke away from her and closed the door. "How are you going to apologise to me, wife?" he growled, tearing away her unbound corset with ease. "I saw my wife lying on top of a black man. What am I to think?"

He saw a spark of fear in her eyes and almost immediately regret his words. He hadn't meant that in a threatening way, but he was horribly turned on by what he saw and couldn't keep it out of his thoughts. Why couldn't he be smooth like his father?

"It was an accident, Edward!" she protested, looking away from him. He didn't like that. "He was helping me with my corset because no one else was around. It was never meant to be – "

He turned her chin to face him again and pressed his lips on hers, muffling the rest of the words. "I wasn't accusing you of anything, wife."

He tugged the string from her inner slip, allowing it to fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Her milky skin was pale like the moon. There was a flush that ran from the top of her breast to her neck. It didn't take him long to latch his lips on a pink nipple. Her soft gasp made his pants tighter. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled against her breast. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Edward," she sighed, sliding his white wig off so that she could bury her fingers into his curls.

He placed his arms around her and carried her to the bed.

"We should go downstairs. Nina will be upset if her cooking goes to waste." She let out a gasp when his hand reached between her legs. "Edward!" Her toes curled and she gave in. "Maybe for a few minutes."

Of course, it didn't turn out to be a few minutes. He may have trouble with social settings, but no one could ever complain that they weren't thoroughly satisfied after he was done in bed.

She was lying on top of him, on the verge of dozing off, again, when her stomach gave a loud rumble. He could practically feel the heat travel up to her face. "'M hungry… But I don't think I can move…"

He chuckled. "Should I get Nina to bring the food to us, instead?"

She shook her head. "No, we should go down and I should probably reassure Guinness that he's not in trouble. I feel really bad. He was so uncomfortable when I asked him."

Edward hoped that it wasn't because they were having an affair behind her back. It was nice imagining a world where the three of them could romantically co-exist together, but if she ever found out, he knew he would lose everything. That could never happen. He couldn't lose her.

"Let's go…" he murmured, gently sliding out from beneath her and began to get dressed. A shiver went down his spine when he felt her fingers caress his lower back.

"Are you still angry?" she asked. He always appeared so upset whenever she mentioned the servant. She didn't want him to think that she would ever cheat on him. He was all she ever needed. She hoped that he knew that.

"Of course not." He leaned down to kiss her. "Get up or Nina will come storming in with her frying pan."

She hummed, stretching like a cat on the bed. "I really should."

Eventually, she was able to get out of bed and this time, he helped her with her corset.

They walked down to the dining hall where Nina had her arms crossed and when she spotted them, she began to bark orders to the other servants who scrambled around.

She would never yell at them for their tardiness, but she also never hid her irritation. With a roll of her eyes, she stomped towards the kitchen and in minutes, the overly large table was lined with plates and plates of food. As expected, everything was still the perfect temperature and everything tasted perfect.

Nina was godsend, especially since she tolerated their antics.

They sat down at the table, talking and laughing. They were loud and obnoxious, until she caught sight of a certain male peeking into the room. He had quickly disappeared after he found her looking at him and the hit of guilt stabbed at her, again.

She quickly dismissed herself and ran off, leaving Edward in mid-bite, confused as to what had gotten into her.

She ran down the hall, catching the attention of many of the other servants before she managed to spot him, again, but she couldn't exactly just pull him aside and talk to him. It'd be absolutely improper and if word went out to her husband, it'd ruin them! She had to be discreet, but how could she apologise to him properly?

"Guinness!" she blurted out before she could stop it. She could see that he wanted to keep going, but thought better of it as she was still the lady of the house.

"My lady," he mumbled with his eyes downcast as if he was afraid to look at her – as if he was in any other household, but that was not how she taught them. She liked to be spoken to as if she was any other person and not some greater being that his old master liked to carry himself as. "How may I help you?"

"I need you to fetch something for me. A… A gift for Edward. Here." She took out her pouch of coins and handed a few to him. "Please, I trust your judgment. I want it to be a surprise for him, so bring it back to me as soon as possible when you return. Anything that is left over, you may keep for yourself to do with whatever you like."

He swallowed. When she handed him the coins, he could feel her soft hand touch his heavily calloused one. It was such a stark contrast to their status, no matter how she pretended otherwise. Not only that, he had to stop thinking that it was alright for the master to call on him at night.

Perhaps he would talk to him after he returned. It was probably for the best. He couldn't keep this up for much longer. The guilt was eating him up from inside.

He went down to the market and looked at all the stalls. Why hadn't he asked her any questions? He really didn't know what to get for the master. There had never been an occasion in his life where he needed to purchase gifts for anyone, but he had been given them before.

The master was as kind as the mistress and he always knew what he wanted. As he made a second round through the market, something finally caught his eyes. It was a beautiful silver necklace with a ruby pendant. It would fit the mistress. Did he have enough to purchase them both gifts? Was he hoping that by doing this, he'd be alleviated of the guilt?

He reached over to touch the necklace when a hand quickly slapped his away. "Get your filthy paws away! I don't need your kind ruining the shine of my merchandise!"

He had instinctively retracted his hand, but was now trying to explain that all he wanted to do was but it.

"It's for the lady of the house!" he exclaimed. 'She asked me to come down here to buy that specifically." He hoped that he was convincing enough, but the shopkeeper shook her head before demanding to see the money that was given to him.

He didn't know how much the necklace cost and he didn't want the sneering woman to hike up the price, so he quickly asked for it first. In his experience at the market, he knew he had to haggle no matter what the initial offer may be. There was always a lower price they'd eventually give in to. This time was no different.

When he pushed the woman to her limit, he quickly produced the compromised amount and dropped it into her hand.

Her angered face quickly disappeared as soon as she triple counted the coins and she quietly wrapped up the necklace in a beautiful red box with a silky white ribbon.

"Thank you." He bowed his head and continued on, satisfied with the outcome. Unfortunately, he still needed to get one more thing, but he wasn't sure what to get. Maybe he should go for something safe like… like… Clothing? Fabric? Did he need a new wig? The questions were endless.

Eventually, he settled on a silver pocket watch to match the necklace he had gotten for the mistress. Surely, that would be an appropriate gift.

He hurried back to the household as the sun was quickly setting behind him. He had already wasted s much time. He shouldn't have kept her waiting for so long.

He started making his way towards the bedroom, but thought better of it. Maybe she was at the dining hall… He went back down and checked the table.

Nina and the other servants were the only ones there. They asked if he wanted to join, but he shook his head. He wasn't hungry and there was always leftovers saved up for later. He had to find her first.

When he couldn't find her anywhere, he hesitantly went back towards the bedroom. His heart raced as he remembered the last time he was here. What was he going to find this time?

AUTHOR'S NOTE

While I still haven't finished AHS: Hotel, yet, I did end up writing a sort of side story for Roanoke. It's not going to be very long, probably half a dozen chapters or so. I really don't know, yet, but I hope you guys like what I have for now.

I also noticed that there wasn't a "World" selection for Roanoke Nightmare, so it's just going to be in "Any" until there are any updates.

Please, drop a review if you did.

Thank you!