CHAPTER FIVE

Days passed and there was no sign of any divine intervention. They kept up their image as well as they could to the other lords and ladies, but in the privacy of their home, they rarely spoke. Guinness had also made himself scarce. He found it difficult being in the same room as either of them as he could feel the thick tension and sorrow suffocate him. He also tended to avoid all the other slaves as they were less than discreet while blaming him for the marital crisis. In fact, the slave that hated him most was himself.

He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. The master wanted him to stay and without neither him nor the mistress' permission, he couldn't leave.

"The lady wants to speak to you. She's in the drawing room." He looked up to see a middle-aged woman glare at him before turning her nose and walking away.

He quickly cleaned up his station before going in search of his lady. His heart was racing in his chest as he wondered if she was calling him in to finally let him go.

When he arrived, he stopped in front of the opened door and he saw her reading a book in front of the fireplace. He knew that that was her favourite place to be. Sometimes, when he walked by and found her here, he'd watch her until he noticed her about to look up. That was when he'd quickly dart to the side, hiding before he could be caught.

Now, when he saw her lifting her head, he still had to urge to run away as if he was doing something wrong.

"Guinness…" she quietly greeted him, putting her book down on to her lap.

He swallowed. "My lady…" He bowed his head.

"Come, sit." She gestured to the armchair across room her.

He hesitantly complied. There was no sign of what she wanted to do to him. She was as perfectly composed as she usually was, but there was a deep sadness in her eyes, a mere shadow of what she had experienced on that night.

As he waited for her to speak, eh took a chance to peek at her. She seemed as hesitant as him, but eventually, she opened her mouth. "Do you love him?"

Immediately, his eyes fell back down. What was the right thing to say? Who was he willing to hurt?

"Tell me the truth," Guinness," she demanded, her voice more firm than before.

"I-I do…" he quietly confessed. "I'm sorry. I never meant to."

Her shoulders fell as she sighed. 'That is not something to apologise for. You can't help what you feel. What I want to know is why didn't you tell me? Why did you and Edward think it was a good idea to hide this from me?" Her hands clenched tightly on the book.

"I was afraid… o-of what you would do o-or react," he mumbled. He was afraid of this very moment. Why did Edward have to tell her? All it did was hurt all of them.

"What do you think I would do when you came up front with me from the start? Whip you? Have a public execution?" she asked with an incredulous tone to her voice.

He shook his head. That wasn't it, at all. He knew that when she found out, it would hurt her. "I'm sorry," he apologised, again. What else was he to do? Nothing could ever express how much he regret doing this to her.

"I love him, too, you know," she told him as if he didn't already know that. 'Come closer, Guinness. Come here."

He didn't know what she was planning, but he knew that he had to obey. He stopped in front of her, his legs nearly touching hers.

"Closer."

His legs bumped her knee.

"Closer." Her hand reached up and grabbed tightly to his shirt before giving a hard tug. Their lips met in an aggressive reunion. She bit his bottom lip until he allowed her entrance. She tasted familiar. There was always this lingering taste whenever he kissed Edward. He, now, knew where it came from.

When she broke away, he found himself leaning in for more, but quickly backed away, his face heating up. "W-why?"

"I wanted to know why he'd risk everything for this," she said.

"He asked me if I liked you," he blurted out.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "And what did you say?"

He swore that she could hear how loudly his heart was beating in his chest. "I-I told him the truth." He couldn't stop squirming under her dark gaze. The fire gave it a fiery glow as if she would devour him if he said the wrong thing. "I… I told him t-that I… I like you…"

He clenched his eyes shut, feeling a bead of swear trail down the side of his face. His hand was clenched tightly around the necklace in his pocket. He had been carrying that around ever since he bought it at the market.

Instead of a burst of pain as he expected, he felt her soft hand tenderly stroke his cheek. "Why are you afraid of me?" she quietly asked. He could hear the hurt in her voice. 'You know I will never hurt you."

"I know…" H expected it despite knowing all that, but he was so used to being thrown around by his former owner. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising!" she scolded him before letting out a defeated sigh. "What do you want? Do you want him?"

He hesitantly bobbed his head.

"Do you want me?"

He nodded, again.

"Do you want us… together?"

He swallowed hard, looking her in the eyes, feeling them slowly burn through him. "Yes."

She watched him fall to his knees and kissed the back of her hand. His tears were hot and wet. His body shook as he finally voiced his deepest desires. "It's alright," she told him. "Cry. Let it out and then, get Edward. I want him here."

He wiped away his tears and wondered how she could even bear to look at him. He was a mess. "I'll g-go, now."

She watched him until he was out of sight and all the breath left her body. She nearly fell completely limp in her chair. What was she doing? Was she actually contemplating this? This… whatever it was.

But she couldn't deny what Guinness made her body do. It was wet and tense. She wanted this curiosity sated. Was that how Edward first felt? Was that how he fell into that descending spiral of lies?

Guinness scared her. How could a black man like him make her want to abandon all her morals? What spell had he cast on both of them?

A soft knock on the opened door alerted me of Edward's arrival. He looked slightly breathless as if he had ran all the way here. He gave her one look and slowly walked towards her.

She extended her arms out and he fell into them. He squeezed her tightly, afraid that she may disappear if he wasn't fully attached to her. 'I love you," he breathed, burying his face into her hair.

"I love you, too," she sighed. Her feelings were a dangerous concoction that was bubbling, on the verge of exploding.

When she lifted her head, she looked straight at Guinness who had been standing awkwardly by the door. "Come here." She beckoned him over until he was standing directly behind Edward.

"What is going on?" her husband asked with a frown on his face.

She leaned back to look at him. "Is this what you want?"

"B-But… Only if you want it, too. I don't want to force anything on you," he told her.

"You're not forcing me to do anything. Show me the side of you that you've kept a secret from me. I want to know all of you because you know that I already love all of you. I just need to understand this side that I've never seen before. Show me exactly what I'm loving. Sh – " He pressed his lips against her, cutting her off.

She let out a whimper, buckling against him. 'Edward…"

He began to peel away the layers of fabric between them, until their bare skin was pressed tightly against each other. His kisses trailed down the front of her body, into the valley of her cleavage and stopped at her navel where his tongue poked out. He let out a low growl. His teeth raked across her skin, sending shivers up and down her body.

"Guinness…" Her voice was barely audible, but it felt like the loudest thing he had ever heard.

He leaned down, his body embracing his master and his lips upon his mistress. Their warm bodies fuelled the desire that had quickly escalated when he saw them tangled in an intimate display.

She backed off and pulled Edward's face away from her body. "Kiss. I want to see the two of you kiss."

They looked at her with uncertainty before Edward got back on his feet and cupped Guinness' face. There was a sort of roughness in his tough that was typically absent when he was with her. As their lips touched, Edward was in absolute control. He had Guinness groaning and boneless – something she was very familiar with. In bed, Edward was the most confident man in the world. His hands and mouth were magical, but she wanted to experience what Guinness had. She wanted Edward to grab her, bite her, and ravish her.

She trailed her hand down her body and grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves with the lightest touch. A soft moan left her lips, attracting the attention of both men who stared hungrily at her lazily pleasuring herself.

Edward reached down and pulled her out of the chair. She fell straight into his arms between two perfectly toned bodies.

The hesitation between them was beginning to fade as they allowed their desires to take over. "Edward," she gasped when he rubbed himself against her. He pushed her backwards into Guinness, allowing her to feel the bulge that was poking her back. Her head flung back, resting on the other man's chest.

She reached behind her and began to impatiently tug at his pants, but they remained stubbornly stuck.

"I believe the misses wants you naked." Edward grinned at his lover who spent no time undoing the drawstring and dropping his trousers. His loose shirt came off next.

Unlike her, he didn't have many layers on. In those two smooth motions, he was fully naked against her. She could feel his muscles flex before he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Tell me what to do, mistress. I don't want to hurt the baby."

She tilted her head back until his upside down face greeted her. "The midwife said I can safely engage in sexual activities. I'm not going to break and the baby will be fine. Do with me as you would with each other."

His eyes fluttered. He was imagining burying himself into her soft body and pounding inside until she was screaming his name.

Edward raised her hip up, while her entire weight was being supported by Guinness who happily hoisted her up before impaling her on her husband's cock.

She let out a cry as he buried deep inside her. He had to clench his jaw to keep from spilling into her as soon as the head of his member went as far as it could go.

Guinness shuddered when he heard her moan. How long had he been dreaming of this very moment – to have his mistress so beautifully naked against him? A part of him was still wondering if this was truly reality or if he had been executed and been sent to heaven. This was more than he ever deserved.

His master leaned back, taking her with him, leaving her entire backside completely exposed.

He looked quizzically at Edward who gave him a small nod. His master whispered into her ears and she gave him an uncertain response, but she was quickly pacified and the two of them looked at him, waiting.

With a gulp, he grasped on to her hips and slowly entered her. A cry of pain made him quickly jerk back out, but she held on to his wrist when he tried to step away. "No, just give me some time. I… I've never had two before. It'll get better. I know it will." The same thing happened when she had married Edward and they had their first time together. The pain had been worth the world shattering pleasure that followed. She had no doubt this would be the same. "Please."

Hearing the word uttered so breathily at him washed away all the doubts. He slowly eased himself back inside her and when he was halfway in, he nearly came by the sheer tightness of her tunnel. When Edward shifted, he could feel him through the thin membrane.

Guinness let out a shuddering breath. This was too much. "I won't be able to last," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. It would be a shame if this all ended so quickly. He wanted this moment to last forever.

Edward sighed. "Me, neither." He gently ran his teeth across her breath and captured her nipple. "We'll be better, next time." He looked lovingly at his wife who kissed him and wiggled her bottom at Guinness, burying him deeper into her.

She moaned, causing the two men to groan in unison. "Move. I'm ready."

Edward shot his lover a look and the two of them began to thrust into her in perfect harmony. Their bodies moved as if they belonged to one completely being.

It didn't take them long to find release. Their cries echoed into the night, telling everyone of their sin, but as it were, they no longer cared.

She curled up against Edward as Guinness cradled her from the back. Between them, she felt tiny. As they pressed against her, she could hear them kissing and tilted her head to look. It was one of the most arousing things she had ever seen and she wished that her husband could've come clean to her sooner. "I love you," she mumbled, rubbing her face against his chest as sleep and exhaustion began to claim her. She drifted off with a hand around the pendant that Guinness had placed upon her.

After that night, Edward felt as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He never imagined that he could be living this dream of having both his wife and lover. Not to mention, his child was on the way. He was going to make sure to shower the little thing with gifts and lots and lots of love.

As seasons changed and her stomach grew, his lust for her grew with it. It had never crossed his mind that seeing his wife so plump with his child could trigger such a deep desire and he made sure that she was aware of it as he took her on every surface he could get her upon.

By now, the other servants were desensitised by their antics. They would give them a wide berth, unsure when one would strip the other. The only one still complaining was Nina, but it'd be a half-hearted chastise. She was just glad that their lady was well again, especially with the baby on the way. Stress was the last thing she needed.

"Edward!" he suddenly heard his wife scream and quickly broke away from Guinness. The two of them ran towards the sound as fast as possible and found her drenched from the waist down. Her face was one of pure panic. "Edward, what do I do?!"

His heart had leapt to his throat. He tried to call for Nina, but not a word made it out.

Guinness immediately jumped into action and called for the head maid who came running. One look at the scene and she had the lady on the couch, as comfortable as possible. It was too late to call for the midwife. Everyone was running around fetching supplies, while his wife was shouting.

Edward couldn't believe what was happening. He wasn't ready for this, at all. He had long waited for the baby, but not the birthing process.

He kissed the hand that was slowly breaking his. "I love you."

Her contractions seemed to last forever. For hours and hours, he had to see her in pain. Even with Guinness by his side, he had difficulty coping.

"She'll be fine." His lover kissed his neck.

No one was paying any attention to them. They were all too focused on the welfare of their mistress.

When the night disappeared and the sun rose high in the sky, he was jolted awake by a shrill cry. His hand, crushed and numb was still holding on to hers. He couldn't believe that he had fallen asleep!

All thoughts quickly disappeared when he looked at the ting form that was being cleaned by a soft, wet cloth.

"A boy," Nina whispered, crouching down to show him the pink face. His eyes were still closed, but the tiny baby was making the loudest noise he had ever heard.

"He's beautiful." He looked over to his wife who was covered in sweat and exhausted, but he had never seen her more breathtaking. "And he's ours." He kissed her hand one more time before she let go of him.

Nina gently handed her the baby who seemed to sense his mother's presence and wiggled closer to her. "He'll need to feed." With a sharp bark over her shoulder, Nina had everyone else out of the room. With only the four of them let, she had the tired woman take off her dress and helped the baby latch on to her nipple.

The infant was a natural.

Edward found himself jealous of his minutes-old son. What an odd thought…

"What are you going to name him?" Nina asked.

Husband and wife looked at each other. "Michael," they both said at the same time.

Little Michael became the most precious thing in the world for the Mott household. Everyone doted on him as if he was royalty. With his birth, it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

And that it's! This is the end of Edward Mott's story… Unfortunately, I never really thought up a proper plot for him. There was just this sudden compulsion to write this. If any of you are interested to read more about him, I may expand it and write a proper Roanoke story. As of now, I will be working on AHS: Hotel. Be on the lookout for that next week!

Edit: Oops! Forgot it's the holidays! Happy Holidays, everyone!

I will be naming it Vacant. Thank you, anonymouscsifan and Mystery Angle for suggesting it! Thank you as well for reviewing!

anonymouscsifan: I'm pretty excited for the Hotel story, too!

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