“Now for me to feed ya,” She uncovered the tray, which had sliced melon on it. She batted his hand when he reached for a piece, “No.” She picked one up herself and held it out to him, “Say ahh.”
Alburet chuckled, “Really?”
Stacia arched a single brow at him, “Say ahh.”
He did so, which resulted in the bite of food being placed gently onto his tongue. He winced slightly as the sweet fruit, reminiscent of Honeydew, sent a rush of sugar into his teeth just as sweet things did to him in real life. Stacia smirked at him slightly as she presented the next bite. Chuckling, he let her feed him one bite at a time. He discovered that she had changed the dark ale for a fruit tea that complimented the meal wonderfully. As he finished the last bite she asked him again to say ah. Puzzled by the lack of food in her hands, he still did so only to have her gently place her finger into his mouth. He gently sucked her fingers clean one by one, watching her expression as he did so. He could feel the desire in both of them as she reluctantly took her last digit away from him before standing.
Taking his hand, she led him to the bed which was turned down. She deftly undid his robe, slipping it from his body before laying him face down on the bed. “We end with the massage, sir,” she whispered into his ear, husky heat filling her words.
Alburet took a shuddering breath as she began to rub oil into his skin. He relaxed under her skilled hands as she found the remaining spots of tension and gently but firmly eased them away. He wasn’t sure when the massage ended or when Stacia left. He only vaguely recalled her whispering something to him as darkness claimed him.
Alburet woke to the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the scent of the most holy of foods, bacon. Rubbing his eyes he sat up with a yawn, blinking his eyes he looked around and found the source of the scent at the table. At the table was Stacia, who was adding some milk to a cup as she smiled at him.
“Morning, sir. I took the liberty of makin’ preparations for ya breakfast. I do be hopin’ tha’ I was not wrong to do so,” she came to the bed with the cup held out to him.
Alburet took the offered cup, “Much more than I was expecting, Stacia.” He took a sip, finding the coffee perfectly the way he liked it. He frowned as he wondered how she could have known how he liked his coffee. He glanced up at her watching him expectantly. “It’s perfect, Stacia,” he said slowly as he pondered how she could have known.
“Ya frowned when sipping it, though,” Stacia said her voice carrying the tone of uncertainty.
“I was wondering how you could possibly know how I liked my coffee. I owe you my thanks for the wonderful night last night.” Alburet said, recalling that he’d fallen asleep during the massage. He pushed back the covers, “Can you hand me my clothes, please?”
Stacia pouted slightly but turned to the chair behind her to grab his clothing, handing it to him. “As ya wish, sir.”
Alburet traded his cup for the clothes, dressing quickly before sitting at the table. He motioned Stacia to join him, “Tell me Stacia, do you always go this far for the guests here?”
“Na. Ya be different though, sir. Not only be ya a two-souled, ya be a kind one to boot. None of the others tha’ have come here took the time to talk to us like regular folk. They come running in and out to speak with Stewart or one of the others. Ya though, took room with us, partook and enjoyed the food, acted like any of us normal folk would. Ya caugh’ me attention somethin’ fierce by doin’ tha’.”
Uncovering the plate Alburet found cheesy eggs, bacon and a chunk of bread. Sipping at the coffee he considered her words as she poured herself a cup of coffee. He took a bite of the food, closing his eyes briefly in appreciation at the meal. “I understand now why you seemed so eager to offer so much attention. I’m just a normal guy though, Stacia. Nothing to get worked up over. It might be best if you tried to set aside however you currently view me as I’m sure I will only disappoint you.”
Stacia looked down at her lap as she sipped her coffee, “I understand, sir. I be sorry if me attention has been bothersome. I’ll go and leave ya alone now.” She rose, putting her half empty cup on the table before curtsying to him.
Alburet caught a glimpse of her upset face as she stood up from her curtsy. He felt his weakness for females in distress kick in as she went to walk past him. He gently snagged her hand, causing her to stop. “It isn’t a bother, Stacia. I just know that you will only be disappointed in time. I have been more than happy with everything you’ve done to this point. Please do not think I dislike you in any way.”
She met his honest eyes with her slightly damp eyes, “I wasn’t sure. I mean, ya seemed to respond to me some last night but ya didn’t act on it at all. Will it be okay if I continue to serve ya as I already have?”
“I would be happy to have you do so, Stacia. I don’t know if I will ever ask for more than you have already given though, so please keep that in mind.”
Stacia gracefully lowered herself to her knees next to his chair, covering his hand with hers as she looked up at him through lowered lashes. “I understand sir, just as long as ya know tha’ I am more than willing for more.” She took his hand, gently kissing the palm of it before placing it on her chest where he could feel her heart racing.
He felt himself stir at the sight of her kneeling beside him, as well as her words and where she had his hand currently. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Stacia…”
She met his eyes through her lashes, the same hunger he felt mirrored in hers. “I be willin’ to do anythin’ ya be wantin’ sir. No matter how unusual ya request might be, I will gladly fulfill all of ya needs.”
He felt his resolve start to crumble, the eagerness she expressed along with all the teasing he had endured yesterday was taking its toll. “I’m ten years your senior…” he stammered, trying one last time to forestall what was coming.
She cut him off as she eased his hand down to one of her breasts. “Mayhap ya can teach me then, sir. I warn ya, I be needin’ a firm hand to guide me.” Her eyes went from eager to sultry as she felt him squeeze her eager flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips as his thumb brushed her erect nipple, “A very firm hand.”
Dropping the fork, he succumbed to her desires as he reached down and tangled a hand in her hair. “Well then, let me teach you, you eager little wench.” He felt his darker nature start to come out to play as spoke.
He was covered in sweat and panting by the time they finally stopped. He glanced at the top of her head resting on his chest, “Well, that wasn’t how I thought today was going to start but I can’t think of a better way it could have.” Alburet said, kissing the top of her head.
She gently touched some bruises from the intense spanking she had gotten that were healing up as he watched. “We live to serve, sir,” Stacia murmured contentedly as she nuzzled his neck. “I hesitate to suggest this sir, but ya could bargain with me Da’ to make me ya full time maid while ya stay here. It would mean I would be at ya beck and call only, ready to help serve ya in anyway ya wanted at any time.” She stroked his chest hair gently.
Alburet’s mind carried her words into the gutter of his mind and he felt his groin stir slightly at the thoughts. He coughed as he forced his mind out of that track, “A good suggestion, Stacia. However I don’t know how often I will be back here during the time I’ve rented the room and I would hate to hurt how smoothly the place runs by having you all to myself.”
Stacia slid her body over the top of his sensuously, pausing to kiss him deeply before she got out of bed. “Ya would nay hurt anything except me feelings iffin ya donnae ask.” She got a basin of water and a cloth from the sideboard then came back to the bed. “Now let me clean us both up so ya can go do the things ya said ya needed to do today.”