Claude entered his master's room to find Iris curled up against his chest.

"Good Morning, Your Highness."

"Look at her Claude," Alois said, brushing some hair away from her face, "Such a sweet and loyal pet. She stayed the whole night."

Claude stayed silent.

"I want you to make her a special uniform. Make it a short skirt. Like a ballerina. Purple and green would look good on her, don't you think? With her brown hair? And that way she can match me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Alois glared at his butler. "Well, what more do you want? Get out of here, can't you see my pet is sleeping?"

"You have a meeting today." Claude explained, pulling out the Earl's attire for the day.

"Honestly Claude," the annoyed Earl said, "It's so bloody early."

Iris stirred next to him and rubbed her eyes, still groggy, trying to figure out where she was.

Alois flipped over lazily, looking at Iris. "Good morning love. Is he making you uncomfortable?"

She yawned, and locked eyes with Claude.

"Not particularly."

"Very well then Claude. The lady has allowed you to stay."

Claude gave a short bow and began dressing the Earl.

Iris stayed in bed, resting her eyes, enjoying the feel of the soft pillow against her cheek. Once Alois was done, he jumped up, twirling around.

"Well, pet, what do you think?"

"You look very handsome." She said.

"Haha! Claude, she thinks I'm handsome." He grinned.

Claude said nothing.

Alois leaned over the bed, kissing her. "I have a meeting today, so enjoy your time about the manor. You'll have your uniform by the end of the day."

She nodded, "Yes, Alois."

"Claude!" his voice became very sharp. "Let's go."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Iris was left to herself. She felt somewhat awkward, being in such a large and lavish room. She looked around, but her clothes were nowhere to be seen. She crawled back into bed. Sleeping all day didn't sound like such a bad idea either. Just as her eyes began to flutter closed, Hannah walked in.

"Good morning, Miss."

She blinked hard, sitting up but keeping the covers wrapped tightly around herself. "Good morning." She replied.

"I have your uniform for you."

"Already?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Um, very well. Help me put it on."

"Of course, Miss."

When she saw the skirt she nearly fainted.

"Is that all?"

Hannah nodded.

It was maybe a foot of fabric at best. She stepped into it, the green similar to Alois's green vest, and cringed at just how exposed her legs were. She was naked a lot, but never in public. Definitely never in front of someone with a status as high as an Earl. It just felt wrong. She sighed, realizing that she was now Trancy's personal sex toy.

Next came the corset. It was tight. Incredibly tight. Without Hannah using all her strength the corset wouldn't close. And her breasts were practically popping out of it. She was used to tight corsets, accentuating her body was part of her job, of course, but this was something else entirely. The deep purple complimented her skin though, which she appreciated.

With that she was done, and was free to go about the manor to her heart's content. Only, it was rather hard to do in such a tight dress. Along the way she stumbled into the triplets, who were muttering and whispering amongst themselves. It made her uneasy, so she hurried past them, trying to ignore the fact that one of them had bent down to the ground, trying to look up her skirt.

"She was…underwear."

She inwardly growled at the comment and found herself in the kitchen, where she ran into Claude.

"Oh," she said, "Excuse me."

"Are you hungry?" he asked, pushing up his glasses.

"No thank you." She said politely.

He said nothing and returned to his work.

"You don't like me do you?"

He glanced at her. "You're a whore. I don't see the appeal."

She clenched her fists. "Not all of us are born lucky."

His long black hair flowed as he looked up at her, his face bored. "Still just a whore."

She scoffed. "I've had costumers like you."

"Doubt it." He said not looking at her.

She sashayed over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder and running her fingers up his neck. "Mmm you'd be surprised. You don't like me because I make you uncomfortable don't I? But you want nothing more than to touch me. Am I right, Mr. Faustus?"

"Get away from me." He spoke monotonously.

She giggled flirtatiously. "You come off as a sadist but you're really just a masochist. You like taking orders, don't you?"

He glared at her. "I won't hesitate to hurt you, whore."

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I outrank you."

Claude clenched his teeth. "Don't test me."

She jumped up on the counter, knocking off one of the bowls he was mixing and letting it fall to the ground. She crossed her legs and smiled.

"Just admit given the chance you'd take me, Claude."

He pointed a knife at her. "Listen here, you good for nothing-"

"ALOIS!" She let out a terrified screech, and Claude's eyes widened.

She gave him the fakest smile she could manage. "Don't fuck with me, Claude."

Almost immediately his boyish prancing was heard coming down the hall, and the doors to the kitchen were burst open.

He stood, catching his breath, practically drooling as he caught sight of his mistress. "What happened here?" he snarled.

She smiled, hopping off of the counter and running up to him.

"I'm so glad you're here." She said happily. "Claude was just telling me how much you'd enjoy seeing my outfit." She spun around to show it off, the skirt flowing around her, making her bottom slightly visible.

Alois watched as she twirled, smiling slyly to himself.

She stepped closer to him and clenched the fabric of his shirt. "But this corset is so tight," she inhaled deeply.

Alois chuckled. "That's the point."

She batted her lashes, looking down innocently. "It'll come off soon though, won't it," she paused, brushing her lips against his ear, "Master?"

Alois gave a wry smile and patted her head. "I should've known you'd be desperate for more." He sighed. "Very well!" he exclaimed, "Anything you want, pet. It's yours. I'll finish up in my office and meet you in my room. Claude! Save my meal for later."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Alois turned on his heels and went on his way, leaving Iris and Claude alone once again.

"You heard him," she said, smiling to herself and not looking at him, "anything I want, I get."

"It was not an order," he said simply, "I'm not inclined to follow it."

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. "Don't threaten me again, Mr. Faustus. And don't call me names, it's rather childish, you know. Especially when you're nothing more than a glorified lap dog."

She took one of the grapes from a separate bowl and popped it in her mouth, shooting daggers at Claude all the while, before turning to make her way up to her master's room.

Alois was already there, waiting for her, undoing his tie. Something strange swirled through her. She had always used sex as a means to get what she wanted. And as much of a bastard as Alois was, he was being incredibly kind to her. It made her feel…strange. But she knew better than to let emotions interfere. He'd get tired of her soon enough. And then she'd be left to fend for herself. Again.

But as she pressed her lips against his, it wasn't just strictly work. She was enjoying it. He was the only one of her clients to ever return the pleasure. It made her positively ravenous. She pulled away from their kiss, desperate for air. "You want me to beg, don't you?" Tears lined her eyes. When had she gotten so wanton? "I'll beg," she pleaded, "Please just-"

Alois gave a high pitched laugh and stroked her cheek. "Anything you want pet. But you have to give me what I want first."

She nodded. "Anything, Master."

He smirked. "Good girl."

He hooked his tie around her neck, pulling up on it tightly so that she fell on her knees. He cocked his head at her, smiling. "You're going to suck my dick like this, ok pet?"

Her heart beat furiously against her chest. He wouldn't kill her, would he? She was already choking. With shaky hands she began to undo his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, his penis fully erect and in front of her.

Noticing the worry on her face, his lips curled into a wry smile. "Come now, Kitten. I have to restrain you, or you might scratch me again."

She nodded and he pulled on the tie, pushing her face into his throbbing member. She took his head into her mouth, tasting the salty secretion that was already dripping from him. She groaned as he pushed her head down as far as she would go, doing her best to take all of him. He tightened the restraint, causing her to choke both from the collar and from his dick hitting the back of her throat. Alois groaned, tossing his head back.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could take without completely gagging, so she pulled away to suck on his head, but it only made him pump furiously into her mouth.

Alois hissed, tightening the collar with one hand and grabbing a fistful of her hair in the other. "Fuck, pet. Suck me harder."

She did as she was told, taking the opportunity to cup his balls and massage them in her hand.

He exhaled sharply, pushing her head into him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, Iris gagging at the contact.

"Fuck, yes." He panted.

He began to throb in her mouth, his thrusts becoming more jerk-like and Iris prepared herself for his seed. But at the last moment, he pulled out, spilling himself all over the top of her breasts. She gasped in surprise.

Alois bit his lip, stepping back to look at her. "You look delicious like that."

The warmth on her breasts was disgustingly arousing, though Iris would never admit it. His seed was slowly starting to slip through her cleavage, dripping down to her stomach.

"Lick it up." He ordered, his face dark.

"M-master?"

He said nothing, his face like stone.

Iris tried to wipe off as much as she could with her hand, then slowly sucked her fingers one by one, watching him as she did so. She smiled as she noticed his dick start to harden once more.

He jumped on her, not bothering with the bed as he pinned her to the ground.

"You're such a dirty little slut," he licked her ear, "You like the taste of my cum don't you?"

She stood paralyzed as his icy blue gaze washed over her. How could someone like this be so beautiful?

He pounded her wrists against the ground. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" she yelped, snapping back into reality.

He grinned, and kissed her on the lips. "Ok, Kitten," he suckled her neck. "I'll make you feel good. But no scratching, or I'll have to punish you."

"Y-yes, Master." She said with a shaky breath.

He didn't bother with removing her outfit. It was revealing enough where undressing her wasn't necessary. He simply pushed her underwear to the side and rammed his full length into her.

He smirked. "So wet and tight already…" he groaned, steadily pumping into her, keeping her wrists pinned down on either side of her face. "I bet you taste sweet, don't you pet."

"Mmmphmm…" she bit back a moan, unable to form words.

She was brought to bliss much sooner than she had expected to, and her body convulsed around him. Alois inhaled sharply. "Fuck you get so tight." He pumped harder, sucking her neck and she moaned loudly.

"You're enjoying this aren't you pet?" his voice was husky.

"Oh, yes…" she let out a high pitched whine.

He bit down hard, just above her collarbone, and she squeezed him, squealing and twitching.

"You want to cum again, don't you my slutty kitten?"

He pumped harder and her back arched, a moan the only reply she could come up with.

"Oh, use your words, pet."

"Ye-ah-ahsss…"

He chuckled, kissing her cheek.

He brought her over three more times, reveling in her reactions and how her body convulsed around his throbbing dick. Iris was panting on the ground, her body covered in cold sweat, her hair sticking to her face. She licked her lips hungrily, wondering how many times he could push her over the edge before she succumbed to complete exhaustion. He was sucking on her breasts as she squirmed beneath him, releasing shrill screams, and she could feel him about to bring her over a fourth time, when he stopped suddenly.

"No!" her eyes shot open, and she tried to move her wrists but his grip was a forceful one. "No, no, no…" she whimpered under him, practically on the verge of tears. Not even Alois would be so cruel…would he?

He growled, his face completely dark, and panic struck her heart. What had she done wrong?

"I always give you what you want don't I?" he thrusted once, harshly, filling her to the hilt, hitting a certain spot that made her see stars.

"Augh! Oh….yeas…"

"Don't I?"

"Yes!" She screeched.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, M-m-master." She was trembling.

"Then don't." Thrust. "Tell." Thrust. "Me." Thrust. "No."

He pumped furiously, creating a melody of screams, and she spilled her cream over him again, losing complete control of her body, tightening and squeezing him, and it was enough to bring him over with her. She convulsed again as he filled her with warmth, and she melted beneath him.

He collapsed on top of her, panting.

"You're my," he gasped, "Dirty slut. Aren't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, exasperated. "Yes, Master."

A/N: I know, it's been forever. But Alois is hard to write for. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. Happy reading ^^