The room went quiet.
Oliver looked down at the figure curled beneath the blanket at his knees. A shaking figure, her head bowed, her fingers gripping the fabric so tightly her knuckles had gone pale white.
He moved without thinking. Slowly, he came down to the floor in front of her, lowering himself until both palms were flat against the ground. He bent forward until his forehead touched the knuckles of his palm, pressing down in a gesture of complete submission.
"I'm sorry, Gracie." His voice came out low full of guilts. Not the strong voice of a Young Master of a house, not the composed voice he wore for the rest of the world. Just him being honest. "I couldn't get here sooner. I'm really, truly sorry."
Silence.
Then a sharp, startled sound from under the blanket.
Gracie's head came up fast. Her eyes, still red and swollen from crying, went wide as she took in the sight of him. On the floor was her young master who she dearly loved. His forehead down touching the dirty group. Apologizing to her who is far below his level.
"Young Master, please don't!"
She moved before she'd finished the sentence, fluttering forward in a panic, both hands reaching for his, pulling upward with everything she had.
"Please raise your head! This isn't your fault! None of this is your fault! I was the one who came up with the idea in the first place!" Her voice cracked somewhere in the middle of it, desperation bleeding through every word. "You're the head of a house! What if someone sees you like this? Begging in front of your own maid? Please, please get up, please get up!!!!"
Oliver let her pull him. He raised himself slowly, sat back, and looked at her properly. Her messy hair, her tear-tracked face, the way she was still gripping the blanket with white-knuckled desperation like it was the only thing keeping her together.
"But as a friend," he said quietly, his voice gentle as silk, "I'm allowed to beg, aren't I?" He held her gaze without wavering. "And you don't have to act strong in front of me. You don't have to hold anything together right now. Just say whatever you need to say. I'm right here."
He settled back on his knees and waited.
Something in Gracie's face shifted. The careful control she'd been holding onto, through the whole ordeal, through all of it, slowly came undone. Like a knot finally releasing after being pulled too tight for too long.
Her fingers clenched the blanket.
The tears came first, huge and sudden, spilling over all at once.
Then the sound followed.
"YOUNG MASTERRR! WAAAHHH! UWWWAAAAA!"
She threw herself forward. Oliver caught her without hesitating, his arms coming up around her as she buried her face against his chest and started sobbing, her deep shuddering sobs shook her whole body, she opened her gate of sadness, she just gave up in embrace of Oliver completely unguarded. Each cry tore through the quiet room breaking Oliver heart inch by inch.
He held her warmly with steady hands, he didn't said anything just hugged her and listened to her. His hand moved in slow, rhythmic pats on her back, offering comfort in the only way he knew how.
"I HATE IT HERE! I HATE IT! I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN!" The words tumbled out between sobs, half-coherent, all of it pouring out at once like water through a broken dam. "YOU KNOW! YOU KNOW WHAT! COUGH! SOBB! AT THE KITCHEN, THERE WAS A DRUNK MAN AND HE TOUCHED MY BEAUTIFUL BUTT! WAAAHHHH! AND THE CLOTHES, YOUNG MASTER, THEY MADE ME WEAR THESE FILTHY CLOTHES AND I HATED EVERY SECOND OF IT! I LOVE OUR HOUSE ATTIRE! WAAAHHH! AND THEN THAT BASTARD MADE ME STAND IN THAT HORRIBLE POSE AND MY ARMS HURT SO MUCH, THEY ARE STILL HURTING A LOT! AND MY LEG FEELS LIKE IT'S GETTING TORN! AND THEN THEY ALSO TOUCHED ME! THEY TOUCHED MY WHOLE BODY AND I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT! WAAAHHH!"
She kept going. Complaint after complaint, grievance after grievance, everything she'd swallowed down and locked away over the past hours pouring out of her in one long, messy flood. And somewhere in the middle of it all, without quite noticing, she stopped clutching the blanket so tightly. Her grip loosened. Her arms found their way around him instead, pulling him close, holding on properly.
The blanket slipped.
From the front it slid open, and her body, bare except for the bra, pressed warm and soft against his chest. From behind, the fabric fell away from her shoulders, leaving her skin open to the cool air of the room.
AGH.
Oliver felt it the moment it happened. Warmth and softness and the very real, very immediate reality of her pressed against him. A sharp, burning sensation shot straight down to somewhere he was absolutely not going to acknowledge right now. His jaw tightened. His hand kept moving in steady circles on her naked back, trying desperately to focus on anything else. He stared very intently at the wall above her head.
"THOSE PEOPLE ARE THE WORST! I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE THEM REGRET IT!" His voice came out full of hatred, anger flaring hot in his chest,. "WITH THE INFORMATION WE HAVE NOW, WE WILL FIND SOMETHING FOR SURE!!!!.....THEN WE WILL REMOVE THAT MAN FROM EVERYTHING HE STANDS ON, AND THEN I WILL MAKE THOSE BASTARDS PAY!!!!..... I AM SORRY I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING I AM SORRY I WAS USELESS. I..."
"NO! NO, YOUNG MASTER!" Gracie shook her head against his chest, sniffling loudly. Her voice was calming now, the storm of emotion slowly settling. "You've done your best. We all did our best. Everything is okay, it really is, it's just... it's just..." She hiccupped softly. "It just looks like I can't get married to a handsome rich man anymore. Since they all saw me like that. And now every handsome rich man will know about this beautiful lady. Hehehehehe."
The sweet sad laughter rang out of her mouth. It landed in the middle of all the heaviness like a single ray of light breaking through dark clouds.
Oliver blinked.
Then, despite everything, the corner of his mouth pulled upward.
"Don't be ridiculous," he said, his voice quiet and warm like honey. "There's for sure a handsome rich man out there for you somewhere."
Gracie let out another soft, tear-damp laugh and buried her face a little deeper against him. Her breathing was a lot calmer now, the shivering of her body fading to something gentler. Her body had gone loose and warm, leaning into him properly.
Her thigh shifted.
THUP.
Oliver went completely still.
The contact was unmistakable. Her thigh pressing firmly against him, right where his body had been very inconveniently, involuntarily, enthusiastically responding to the last several minutes of softness of Gracie body.
Gracie's breath caught in sudden realization.
She pulled her face back just enough to look down. Her tear-reddened eyes blinked once, then blinked twice, her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"SORRY! SORRY! I DID NOT MEAN TO! YOU JUST WENT THROUGH SOMETHING AND I ALSO... IT'S JUST A REACTION, I'M NOT THINKING ANYTHING, I SWEAR!"
Oliver was already moving to get up, his face doing something complicated. Embarrassment and guilt fighting each other for dominance across his features.
Gracie's arms tightened around him.
"Young Master." Her voice had gone soft. The crying was done now. She looked up at him with wet eyelashes and a sweet small smile on her lips. "You don't look good when you keep apologizing. I understand why you are like this. So don't run away. If you leave now, I'll feel more bad than I already do."
She pulled him back in and tucked her thigh closer, letting it touch his bulged crotch. The contact was fully intentional.
AGH.
"Okay! Okay! Just... a little distance would be..."
He tried to straighten his knees to create some dignified separation between them, and Gracie gave him just enough space to move. But then she pulled tight again, and Oliver, mid-motion, completely off-balance, tipped backward due to his leg cramping up with all the kneeling.
THUMP.
His back hit the floor. Gracie came with him, still holding on to him, landing above him with her head on his chest and the blanket now thoroughly, catastrophically surrendered to gravity. It pooled around her legs and left the rest of her very bare and very warm body pressed on top of him.
AGH.
Oliver's hand found her waist. The soft sensation beneath his palm moved through him like something electric, sending sparks racing up his arm.
AAAHHHHHH!
"Young Master." Gracie's voice after moaning a little put her head down not having courage to look at her Young master, her cheek resting over his heartbeat which was was pounding so hard she could probably feel every beat. "Hold me like this for a little while. I'd rather feel your hands than those men's. I'd rather remember this, than their vile touches" She pressed closer, her warmth seeping into him. "Please. Just do me this one favor."
Oliver stared at the ceiling.
His guilt sat on one shoulder. His awareness of her warmth sat on every other part of him, overwhelming every sensible thought he tried to form.
After a long, quiet moment, his arms came around her properly. His hands settled against her bare back, holding her with careful, deliberate gentleness.
"AAA..."
The small sound escaped her involuntarily as she melted fully, completely, into him. Her whole body went soft in his embrace, her body finally.... finally understood it was safe to let go of her tense feelings.
They stayed like that for a while.
Then suddenly Gracie not knowing where she got the courage from asked " Young master can you touch me a little lower?"
Oliver hesitated at first but slowly he did move his one hand lower.
AAAHHH!!!
Gracie moaned as she felt his hand moving along her spine, with every movement on her back, her hip thrust inwards, her crotch covered in her undress maid outfit touched his bulge, making both of them moaned
"Young master I don't like other man touching me, I only want you Young Master, Just treat me as a woman not as a friend not as maid , just a woman and please just once touch me there, Please I could still ...AAHHHH!!!! AAHHH UUMMM AAA AA HUFF HUFFF AA AAA AAA UUMMM AAA AAA OOOOAAA OOHHHH OOHHH AAA HUFF HUFF
Oliver completely lost in pleasure herd her plea and don't know whether he was angry or he was jealous, but he grabbed her ass tightly and started fondling it gently but with swift movement of his palm, constantly squeezing it high frequency.
Hearing her fast moan, Oliver even brought his other hand and removed the undressed maid outfit from her waist and directly touched her bare ass, his fingers tightly squeezing her soft small ass covered in pantie's.
AAAH AAAA AAA YOUNG AAA MASTER! AAA MORE ! MORE!! MORE!! AAA OOOHH AA AAA AAA AAA AGH UMMM MMMMHH MHHHH MMMMMMMMMMHHH MHHHH MHHHH !
Gracie in pleasure started moving her hips in fast motion grinding her wet pussy to his tight crotch feeling his dick from his clothes on to her vagina lines. Oliver closed his eyes tightly and lost in the softness of her ass and the soft grind of their private parts.
Oliver while breathing hard asked " WHERE HUFF HUUFFF HUFFF ELSE ?"
Gracie bite her lips while moaning spoke up " UMMMM AAAHHH MYYYY AAA AAA A CLEVAGEEE!! AAAA AAA OOOOOMMM MMMMFFF "
KKYAAAA!!
Oliver suddenly turned her around , placing her back on the floor as he came above her , his one hand was still grabbing her ass, and his other hand started touching her naked shoulder , his palm sometimes cupping her cheeks as he in trance without looking at her naked body put his soft lips on her cleavage , his lips tasting the sweat of her cleavage.
AAAAHAHHHHHH !! YES!! YYOUNNNG AAAAHHH UUMM MMMMFFF MASSTTERRR!! AAAA AAAAA UUMMMM
Gracie moaned as her hands held Oliver head, her fingers grabbing his hair tightly as she felt hot all over her body.
Oliver want to lick deeper but her bra was stopping his movement, as if in telepathy Gracie stretched her right hand sideways as Oliver swiftly grabbed her bra strap and pulled it sideways, Gracie still moaning was about to move her arm out of the strap when....
TAK TAK.
A knock at the door, made everything stop in mid motion.
Oliver moved fast but his body was trembling as if he CUMMED in his pants. He was upright in an instant, he lifted Gracie carefully in his arms, then setting her gently on the bed and drawing the blanket up around her as the second knock fall.
TAAK TAAKK..
He stepped back, straightened his collar, pushed a hand through his hair, and blew out a long, quiet breath.
He looked at Gracie for a moment, both of their eyes tightly locked at each other, no one said anything because they were not in any condition to speak, their heart beat was still very fast, their body was trembling as if telling each other to finish what they have started before.
"YOUNG MASTER.." Gracie opened her little mouth and spoke up
Oliver couldn't stay here anymore as he forcefully turn around and walked fast nearly running toward the door.
HUFF HUFFF HUFFF
PHHEEEEWWWWWW.....
Oliver took a deep breath in and out and calmed down
TAAK TAAAK.
After hearing another knock.
Oliver got fully composed, he soaked the sweat from his forehead and smiled warmly, and opened the door with the composed, dignified expression of someone who had absolutely been doing nothing whatsoever.
A maid stood in the hallway, holding a neatly folded set of clothes.
"Help her change," he said calmly, stepping aside. "Then make sure she gets home safely. She's done more than enough today."
He held the door as the maid slipped past him, then he stepped out into the corridor and pulled it closed behind him.
CREAAK THUP!
Phew.
He leaned back against the wall. Let his head fall back. Stared up at the ceiling with the expression of a man engaged in a very serious internal argument with himself.
"What were we doing," he muttered under his breath, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. "Seriously. Control yourself. Don't become an actual womanizer Oliver. Sighhhhh."
He shook his head slowly, pushed off the wall, and walked to the nearest window. He pushed it open. Cool air moved across his face, carrying the distant sounds of the mansion below. Voices, footsteps, the ordinary noise of a world that had no idea what had just happened in a small room down a quiet corridor.
He looked at the beautiful wide blue sky. Seeing the clouds pass by slowly made his heart beat slower and slower.
"The sky really is the best," he said quietly, and laughed a little.
His hand found the windowsill. His knuckles whitened slowly as his smile faded, the humor draining from his expression.
He stared at the empty corridor stretching away in both directions.
Just you wait....
His eyes went cold with anger, fixed on nothing and everything at once. A promise made in silence....
Just....You..... Wait...FUCKING BASTARDS!!!
.
Inside the room, Gracie heard the door close and let herself breathe properly for the first time after the deed.
The maid moved quietly around her, helping her into clean, proper clothes. And Gracie cooperated automatically, lifting her arms when asked, turning when needed, her body doing what was required while her mind stayed somewhere else entirely.
When she was dressed, she sat for a moment on the edge of the bed and looked at the door from where Young Master had just walked through.
Then she hugged herself. Arms wrapping around her own waist. And she felt the ghost of a different warmth still lingering there, marking her with his scent and touch. Now all she feel is her Young Master touch and nothing else.
"Hehe."
The smile that crossed her face was of peace, relief and full of love.
Young Master really is the most handsome man.
She held the thought gently, like something small and warm cupped between her palms, and smiled all the way out the door.
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AUTHOR BLABBERING
Drink plenty of water, everyone! 💧 If you have water, then drink it. If you don't—well, I hope you've attended survival lessons from Bear Grylls, because you'll need them.
And while you're enjoying that refreshing sip, take a moment to think about the most beautiful or handsome person of your dreams. Hopefully, they're not a top hero or heroine, because honestly… don't they all weirdly similar ? I've heard they do something with their faces—like move a nose here, lift a cheek there—but does that really work? 🤔
Anyway, be honest—your first crush was probably the most beautiful one, right? Riiight? Don't worry, your current girlfriend or boyfriend won't see this. You can tell the truth. 😉
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