Chapter 4.1: I'm Watching You.
"How long is this corridor?" said Matthew.
Gilbert had just assigned Matthew the task of sweeping the hallway. If he hadn't completed it, he would get some sort of punishment. "Life couldn't get any worse than this..."
Making his way down the hallway, he had tripped on a bump in the rug.
"Tsk..What use are you in this house?" A voice, which was behind him, had said.
"W-Who are you?" His head turned around and he was being stared down at by an unfamiliar female. Her eyes were as green as clovers in an Irish meadow( haha). Her hair colour looked like a mixture of brown and grey clay.
"I am Gilbert's wife...You must be the new 'maid,' no?" The female had asked.
"U-Um...Yes." Matthew said hesitantly.
"Listen here.." She said sharply. She took a step then grabbed Matthew up from the floor, pressing his body against the wall. Matthew whimpered in fear as he stared down at the lady, "for your information, I am Elizabeta, Gilbert's wife. I know what the two of you have been doing..Who do you think you are?"
Matthew opened his mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off by Elizabeta, "I caught you yesterday with Gil..I will not allow these kind of actions while you're under this roof, got it?"
Though she may have been shorter than him, Matthew was afraid of her.
"Let this be the only time I catch you." she said as she glared up at him, then walked away
Life couldn't get any more rough for poor Matthew.
Some time ha past and Matthew had finally finished his daily chores, and Gil and Elizabeta were asleep...so he assumed.
"I'm exhausted," he said with a sigh, "I need a nap."
Walking down the hallway, Matthew heard a few unusual sounds, yet they sounded so familiar. The noises sounded like a mixture of pleasure and adrenaline.
Matthew couldn't help but to be nosy and he tried to find out where it was coming from. Noticing that it was just down the hall to his left, he slowly crept to the door and slipped his head in for a little peek.
His eyes widened out of pure shock at the sight. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Gil was laying down on the bed and Elizabeta was straddled onto his waist. Was Matthew actually watching them have sex?
His face became flustered and he immediately closed the door. He felt like such a pervert for even peeking his head inside.
Matthew had ran back to his quarters, and locked himself inside.
"I-I can't b-believe I just saw that..!" He felt so disgusted with himself. He couldn't believe that he actually witnessed the two of them engaging in sexual activity. Though, he may not have liked it, the thought of them having sex made him hard.
"Why do you have to be up!?"
He questioned his growing boner. His body leaned against the wallpaper of the wall, his dress going up a bit as he slid down the wall to the floor, making a small 'thump' sound.
His hands slowly went to his boner boxer and he tugged them down and off of his legs. His hand grasped his stiff shaft and proceeded to stroke slowly. His head leaned against the wall as he sighed out of pleasure. His hand began to stroke faster, his thumb constantly rubbed against the throbbing head of his shaft. His body had eventually fell onto the floor, yet he still kept stroking. He cried out in pure pleasure as his stroking motions succeeded in making him cum. He moaned out of pure bliss as his cum ran down his leg, the started to drench his stockings. A chill ran down his spine as he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He stared up at Gilbert who was staring own at him.
"It looks like you need a hand."