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Cyril had just finished drinking a glass of brandy. He placed it on the end table on his side then rose and prepared to get in bed. Suddenly, he heard a soft knock. He looked at the door, unsure if someone was actually knocking at that ungodly hour or if it was just his imagination. Just when he was about to dismiss the thought, he heard it again. So, he let out an irritated sigh and walked over to the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Faye of all people standing there. “Faye, what are you doing here this late?” he asked, rubbing his eye.

“I came to see you,” she replied.

“…I didn’t send for you.”

“I-I know, but…it’s important. May I please come in?”

Cyril was tired and the last thing he wanted to do was entertain company. But, he couldn’t just turn her away without knowing what she wanted. Besides, it was Faye. Although their relationship was rather complicated, he still thought enough of her to be there when she needed him. So, he stepped aside and gestured for her to come inside. And she did.

Once she was inside, Cyril closed the door behind her. Then when he turned, Faye grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. Cyril was completely thrown off guard by this. Although he didn’t oppose what was going on, he needed an explanation before he got carried away by his own lust. So, he broke the kiss, held Faye at arm’s length away from him, and demanded, “Faye, what’s the meaning of this?”

“Master,” she breathed, “I want you.”

Cyril stared at her blankly. He blinked a few times as he tried to process what was happening. Is that really all she came for? he thought. “I-Is that all you wanted from me?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

“…At this hour?” She nodded. “Y-You’ve never come to me like this before. Why now?” Faye looked away and started to fidget. “Did something happen?” Cyril asked in a soft concerned voice.

She shook her head.

“Then, why now?”

“…I dreamt of you,” she lied. “Then I woke up and realized you weren’t by my side.” Then she blushed. “I tried to do it myself…but it’s not the same!” she cried as she grabbed at Cyril’s chest and pressed her body against his. “Please, Master, take me! It’s been so long since the last time we made love. No one can touch me like you do. No one can love me like you do. Please…I want it.”

She continued to beg as Cyril looked down at her, wondering how a dream could have brought all this…emotion on. Is it really possible? he thought. Judging by the way Faye was acting, she wasn’t just looking for fun. She was desperate for him; wanting him; needing him to maintain her sanity. He considered how long it had actually been since the last time he took her to bed and he couldn’t even remember. A wave of guilt rushed over him as he thought back on his behavior toward her over the past few weeks.

He actually regretted toying with her heart and mind. He was sorry for neglecting her, but also for neglecting himself of something he so desperately needed – love. Real love; a love he didn’t have to ask for, but was freely given as it was received. He grabbed Faye’s chin and stopped her begging with a kiss, which she immediately relaxed into. He ran his tongue over her lips, asking for permission to gain more access, which Faye gave. Thus, allowing Cyril’s tongue to dance with hers in a battle for dominance.

Faye wasn’t putting up much of a fight, but she wasn’t giving in, either. Cyril, being the man he was, was not about to give up so easily. He was the master, so he would have his dominance. He picked Faye up and pinned her against the door. Faye was surprised, but not fazed by Cyril’s course of action. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to kiss in an almost needy fashion. Thus, prompting Cyril to take things further. He managed to lift her skirt and tease her through her panties, eliciting a deep moan from Faye as she ground her hips into his touch.

Cyril smiled to himself as he savored Faye’s every utterance and gesture. With every gasp, mewl, moan, and thrust of her hips, she was telling him she wanted him. And she wanted him in the worst way.

Faye let him toy with her for as long as she could handle. Then when she got bored, she whined, “Cyril, stop your teasing…I want more.” He looked at her expectantly. “...Please?” she whispered. Then he stopped teasing her, winning a sigh of relief from Faye. Suddenly, he pulled her panties to the side and prepared to enter her when Faye cried, “No! No!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Cyril asked, thinking he was hurting the poor girl.

“People will hear if we do it against the door,” she said quietly.

“Faye,” Cyril said as lovingly as he could despite his annoyance, “there’s no one awake at this hour.”

“B-But what if-,”

“Fine,” he sighed, setting her down on the ground. “Where would you like to be loved? There’s the bed, the window, the rug in front of the fireplace, and even the shower if you’d like.”

Faye was overwhelmed by how many options there were. She scanned the room as she assessed them all. The bed was too typical and the window was too exhibitionistic. She stole a glance at Cyril and his impatience was growing every moment that passed without her choosing. “You choose!” she squeaked.


“I don’t know where I want you to take me; I-I don’t care! I just want you, Cyril,” she said, clinging to him.

“Well, then,” he said as an amused smirk came to his face. He scooped Faye up in his arms, causing her to gasp, and carried her over to the fireplace. He laid her down on the rug then lit the fireplace as Faye watched curiously. Once the fire was lit, Cyril just sat and watched it without saying a single word to Faye. She was about to call him when he extended his arm and said, “Come here, Faye.”

She swallowed nervously then crawled over to him. Then he sat her in his lap and just held her as he rested his chin on the top of her head. He didn’t say another word. All he did was hold her, his embrace becoming slightly tighter almost every two minutes or so.

Why hasn’t he said anything? thought Faye. Why isn’t he saying anything? Is he going to take me or not? She wanted to ask him what he was doing and why he was taking his time so badly, but she decided against it. She didn’t want to spoil the moment even though she didn’t really understand the depth of it. However, she had to admit that it felt nice just to be held by Cyril despite the tightness of his hold. She felt safe and secure; almost untouchable. This man was so powerful, but he was also so gentle; and he was choosing to be gentle with her of all people.

Cyril sighed, his breath tickling the top of Faye’s head. “You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this,” he finally said after what felt like an eternity.

“…Yes,” Faye admitted.

“It’s because I’m just so happy and grateful to have you, Faye. The thought of losing you or your love – It scares me. That’s why I’m holding you so tightly…Because if I let go,” his voice began to tremble. “I’m afraid – I’m afraid that I’ll lose you for good.”

Faye couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The Cyril she knew was fierce, tenacious, and fearless. This was a side of Cyril she had never seen before; the sensitive, vulnerable side of Cyril. Despite the fact that she knew he loved her, she was honored by the fact that he would share this side of himself with her. She was able to turn around so she could look at him. “Cyril,” she said as she gently caressed his face.

“…I’m sorry,” he sniffled.

“What for?”

“For the way I’ve been treating you lately. I’ve taken advantage of you on countless occasions and I am deeply sorry, Faye. I’ve played with your emotions too much, causing you much unnecessary stress and heartache. I-,”

“Sh…” Faye hushed, placing a finger to his lips. “I forgive you, Cyril…I forgive you.”

Cyril’s eyes met hers in an intense stare that seemed to convey his thanks. Suddenly, Cyril snatched Faye’s hand away from his lips and kissed her deeply and passionately. As his stare, this kiss served as a representative of his gratitude for Faye’s acceptance of his apology. Then when oxygen became an issue, he pulled away and breathed, “I love you.”

Faye’s eyes welled up with tears as a smile came to her face upon hearing him say those three little words. She closed her eyes and let the words sink in.

“I love you,” he whispered again, planting a kiss on her neck, slowly working his way downward.

Faye could feel him undoing the buttons on her nightgown one by one as he continued his trail of kisses down the path of newly revealed skin. She rested her hands on his knees and trembled in delight as she arched into his delicate kisses.

Cyril slid the garment off her shoulders then laid her down on the rug before removing her panties and casting them aside, eliciting a gasp from Faye. He continued his path, but lingered at her navel, leaving soft kisses around her bellybutton. Faye let out a strangled whine as she mentally screamed for Cyril to go lower, but he never did. When she looked down at him, her eyes immediately met his. He could see the longing in her eyes, but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted until she gave him what he wanted.

He pulled back and blew on her delicate flower, causing Faye to flinch with a gasp; his eyes never leaving hers. “I love you,” he said with all sincerity.

Faye couldn’t fight it. She saw no need in trying. She was hopelessly in love with this man even though she thought it was Alfred she loved. But, no…Cyril was the man she loved. No one could love her like he could. No one made her feel the things she did or think the thoughts she thought as he did. She’d told him she loved him many times before, but this time she wanted him to know that she meant it. “…I…I love you, too,” she whispered.

“What was that?” Cyril asked even though he heard her say it. He just wanted to hear her say it again.

“I love you, Cyril…more than life itself. So, please…make love to me like you’ve never made love to me before.”

“That’s quite a request…but I’ll do my best,” Cyril replied, flashing a smile that met his eyes.

Faye closed her eyes and prepared herself, not knowing what to expect. Then she felt something wet, soft, and thick enter her. Faye looked down and saw Cyril going down on her and was it a sight to behold. She couldn’t help but stare as she watched him work. It was a long time and he hadn’t come up for air yet. Faye bit her lip as she tried to stifle her moans, but it was no use. She was enjoying this special treatment way too much to remain silent. She threw her head back and voiced her pleasure as she grabbed Cyril’s head and thrust her hips upward, forcing his tongue deeper inside of her.

Cyril didn’t stop her. Instead, he got on his knees, taking Faye with him. Faye gasped at this sudden change. She was now being held upside down and looking up at Cyril. He then planted a kiss on her sex, making Faye shiver at the sensation. She spread her legs so she could get a better look at Cyril and their eyes met. He gave her a seductive look before he began to lick her ever so slowly all while holding her gaze.

Faye’s mouth hung agape as she watched this man undo her. In that moment, he was exceeding her expectations. With every kiss of his lips, stroke of his tongue, and gust of air from his nostrils, he was bringing her closer and closer to her climax. She wasn’t sure if it was Cyril’s skill, all the blood rushing to her head, or a combination of the two; but Faye couldn’t contain herself despite her efforts. The pressure was building fast. “Cyril,” she moaned. “You’re gonna make me-,”

He shoved his index and middle finger into her mouth and she began to suck greedily. When he thought they were wet enough, he retrieved them and began to tease her, rousing more delicious moans from Faye. “A-Ah~! Cyril!” she screamed as she reached her climax, convulsing with pleasure-induced spasms. Cyril licked her clean before resting her on her back and allowing her to catch her breath before he went any further.

When Faye’s breathing evened out, she looked at Cyril, who was once again, staring at the fire. She sat up and stared at him, not saying a word. Cyril felt her eyes on him and turned to look at her. Although her face was blank, he saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “What is it?” he asked.

Faye looked at the fire that danced in the fireplace. She took in the smell of the wood burning and the sight of the orange-red glow. The flames were beautiful…but also dangerous and unpredictable. She likened Cyril to a flame. He was beautiful and majestic, but he was even more so unpredictable. But, that just added to his grandeur; not knowing what to expect from him was exhilarating and it kept Faye coming back for more each time. Although the man beside her had burned her many a times, her love remained the same. “…I want more,” she replied in a soft voice, her eyes never leaving the flames.

“Then, more you will get.” He moved to position himself over her, but she placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just-,” She looked away, embarrassed by what almost came out of her mouth. Cyril made her look at him again and looked at her with eyes that said that she could trust him. “I-I want to do it,” she stammered.

“Alright, then.” Cyril grabbed a pillow, placed it behind his head, and laid down, waiting for Faye to make her move. He was more than ready for her. Even though she wanted Cyril badly, Faye was awful nervous. She didn’t know why because she’d done it before. She had even slept with Alfred who was even bigger than Cyril. So, she took a deep breath, straddled Cyril’s hips, and slowly began to ease down on his member.

Faye heard Cyril hiss and opened her eyes to see him biting his lip. This was the first time she’d ever seen him do that…and she liked it. One can even say she felt proud that she was the one to make him do such a thing.

When she finally had him inside of her, she sat still, trying to adjust to this familiar yet strange position. She felt Cyril begin to rub her thighs and hips. It felt soothing to her; as if he were encouraging her not to rush herself. She confirmed this when she looked at him and he smiled saying, “Take your time.”

And that’s just what she did. She started by grinding her hips against him as she gave Cyril a massage of her own, using her inner walls, eliciting a low groan from him as he grabbed her hips and thrust upward. She kept this up for a minute or two before she began to ride him. She placed her hands flat on his chest and began to bounce up and down. Cyril began to thrust in time with her and had Faye moaning and mewling like the kitten she was.

He was hitting the spot which drove every woman mad with pleasure with every thrust. It was so good that Faye couldn’t even move. So, Cyril picked up the slack and started thrusting like a mad man. For the next few minutes, nothing but Faye’s screams, Cyril’s grunts, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh could be heard.

Cyril wanted to make things interesting, so he continued to thrust, but he added his thumb to the mix. He already had his hands on Faye’s hips, so he took his right thumb and began to tease Faye’s love button, driving her over the edge. She arched her back as she reached both her second and third climax. After that, Cyril thought she was done, but she begged for more.

He gladly obliged. He took her from the front, the back, the side, on the coffee table, on the sofa, and even in a living chair. The girl’s appetite seemed to be insatiable. The sun had begun to rise by the time Faye called it quits. Faye had climaxed a whopping ten times while Cyril only came thrice. They lay in the afterglow of their final climaxes as they watched the flames in the fireplace slowly begin to die.

Cyril kissed the back of Faye’s neck as he pulled her closer to him. He still wasn’t sure why she had come to him at such an ungodly hour, but whatever her reason, it was worth it. Faye was just glad to be by Cyril’s side and in his arms again.

“I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” Cyril asked.

“No,” Faye replied. “You were perfect.”

“…T-Thank you,” he stammered as he blushed. Why am I blushing? he thought. Faye didn’t see him blush, but it still bothered him. It’s just a compliment, man! Pull yourself together! He cleared his throat and asked, “Faye?”


“Why did you come?”

Faye froze. She couldn’t believe he was doing this. This couldn’t wait ‘til morning? she thought. She turned so she was facing him and said, “I came because I needed to prove something to myself.”

Cyril looked at her, confused by what she had just said. “…What did you need to prove to yourself?”

“That I still love you.”

“…W-Wait. I thought you already established that you loved me.”

“I did, but I kept…second-guessing myself. I needed to prove it in this way because if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t have subjected myself to everything we just did.”

Cyril stared at her in silence. This girl was hopeless…She was in love with him; so in love that she had to keep reminding herself that her feelings were real. He kissed her forehead and then placed his forehead to hers before saying, “You don’t have to do that anymore. My love for you is real and from this moment on, I’m committing to you and only you.”


“…Really,” Cyril said with a smile that met his eyes. He kissed her on the forehead again. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

“O-Okay.” She rested her head against his chest and pondered what Cyril had just said.  He had committed himself to her and only her. Wow, she thought. He…He’s mine. He’s finally mine. She looked at Cyril as he slept so peacefully and wondered what the future held for them. She subconsciously rubbed her stomach and wondered what it would be like to carry this man’s child. As wonderful as that would be, she shook the thought from her mind. Impossible! There’s no way fate would allow such a thing.

She soon drifted to sleep, dreaming of her man, lover, and friend.

Later that afternoon, Cyril awoke and stretched. When he opened his eyes, they came to rest on Faye’s sleeping face. She looked like she was having a pleasant dream. Cyril smiled at the sight of her. But when he looked down at her neck, shoulders, and the small of her chest that showed, she was covered in bruises. Did I do all that? he thought. A rhetorical question. He didn’t know what to expect when she woke up and saw his handiwork.

For now, he had business to take care of. He left a gentle kiss on Faye’s forehead, got up without waking her, took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed to his office. Once inside the familiar space, he sat behind his desk and made a phone call.

“Hello?” came a voice as light and melodious as a flute. Cyril recognized the voice as that of the lady of the house.

“Hello, Mrs. Newton. It’s Cyril Van Tassel. I was wondering if-,”

“Oh, Mr. Van Tassel!” Mrs. Newton gushed. “I didn’t think that I’d get the privilege of speaking to you again. However, I must say thank you for blessing us with our little angel, Daliah. She is just a dream!”

Cyril couldn’t bring himself to say that she was welcome. So, he cut to the chase. “I would like to speak to Lars, please.”

“Uh…Right away, sir.” She placed her hand over the speaker and sent a servant to fetch her husband. “It’s Mr. Van Tassel,” she explained, handing him the phone.

Lars took the phone from her and said, “Why, hello, Cyril, old boy. How are you on this glorious afternoon?”

“I’m fine, thank you, Lars. Lis-,”

“How is Sabina?” His wife gave him the coldest of looks at the mention of Sabina’s name, but he ignored her.

“That’s actually what I’d like to talk to you about, Lars.” Silence came over the other line. “Hello?”

“…What is it?” Lars asked in a concerned voice. “Is she all right?”

“…No. The poor thing is inconsolable. She’s been crying nonstop and she’s barely been eating. It was just yesterday that she finally agreed to see me.”

“Oh, my. All this over her daughter?”

Cyril looked at his phone in disbelief. “W-What do you mean, Lars? I sold her pride and joy! How could you not expect her to react the way she is?”

“Well, if it would help, I could arrange a visit. Your place or mine?”

“That’s not why I called, Lars,” Cyril said, his voice changing to a more businesslike tone.

“Oh? Then, why did you call, Cyril, old boy?”

Here goes nothing, Cyril thought as he took a deep breath. You’ve got this, Cyril…Do it for Sabina. The worst he can say is no, which he probably will. But you’ve got to try! “I called because I want to buy Hope back.”

“…Who?” Lars asked.

“Hope, Sabina’s daughter.”

“Oh, you mean, Daliah?”

“Her name is Hope, Lars.”

“Not while I have her.”

Cyril sighed in frustration. “I’d like to buy Daliah back,” he said through gritted teeth.

“And why is that?” Lars asked despite the fact that he already knew.

“…Because Sabina is suffering and the only way to bring her solace is for her to have her daughter back in her arms again.” Silence held the line. “I’ll pay you well…Lars?”

Although Cyril was speaking loudly and clearly, Lars did not hear him. The middle-aged man sat back in his chair and pondered Cyril’s words. He observed a servant bring little Daliah into the room and hand her to his wife who looked down at her with joy. Then she looked up at him and smiled. He was well aware of how much pain Sabina was experiencing after being torn from her daughter and he was leaning toward returning the little one free of charge. Then he looked at how happy his wife was. She had always wanted a baby girl, but fate caused them to have four strapping boys. Now she had her little angel, as she called her. Then he thought back to when he had Sabina. He loved the excitement she brought to his life, but he hated her lack of obedience even more, so he considered punishing her.

“Lars, are you still there?” asked Cyril.

“Yes, Cyril. I’m here,” Lars replied.

“Well?” He waited on the edge of his seat for an answer, praying to God that Lars would say yes.

Then came a single word: “No.”


Lars did not mind repeating himself. And he did not stutter when he said, “No.”

Cyril couldn’t believe this. He had played his cards right and still came out with nothing. “I-I don’t understand. What-,”

“It’s fairly simple, Cyril. I’m not going to sell her back to you.”

“I-I’ll pay you double the amount you paid for her.”

“No deal.”


“I’m sorry, but no.”

“I’ll give you…my collection of fine wine.”

“No deal.”

“My estate in the mountains. It’s a beautiful escape from everything.”

“Not interested.”

“Lars, I’ll give you half of my estate!” Cyril cried as the desperation was building and his options were slowly running out.

“No thank you.”

“I’ll give you Sabina! At least she’d be with her daughter!”

Lars smirked. “Tempting…but I don’t believe my wife would be too happy with that. I believe this conversation has gone on longer than it should.”

“Wait, Lars.”

“I’ll be talking to you, Cyril, old boy.”


“Goodbye, my friend.”

“Wai-,” Click. Lars was gone.

Cyril sat at his desk holding the phone to his ear as he was still trying to process what had just happened. He had failed to persuade Lars to sell, if not give Hope back to him. He placed the phone on the receiver and ran his hands through his hair with a defeated sigh. What am I going to tell Sabina? he thought. But more importantly, when?
Broken: Chapter 30
And........Faye's back to being needy while Cyril continues to struggle. He's already broken so many promises. Will he be able to keep this one? Tell me what you think.

Until next time, my darlings! :heart:

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An entire week had passed since Sabina had put Lionel’s training on hold. During that time, she hadn’t brought it up once. Whenever Lionel mentioned it, she would tell him that she would let him know when they would resume his training. Only, she never did.

One night, Lionel was lying wide-awake while Sabina slept peacefully beside him with her back to him. He was thinking about all the events between his last lesson with Sabina and this very moment.

The poor soul was feeling rather deprived and had reached his limit. So, he turned on his side and slid close to her without waking her. Then he proceeded to wrap his arm around her waist and she didn’t stir. He licked his lips in anticipation and slowly leaned in to kiss the nape of her neck. When his lips met her skin, Sabina wriggled at the sensation. He continued and she giggled. It must be my stubble, Lionel thought. But, he continued slowly regardless.

He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to wake her or let her sleep. In his fit of terrible desire, he didn’t really care. All he wanted was satisfaction and he was willing to get that satisfaction by any means necessary. So he grabbed Sabina’s breast and began to massage it ever so gently.

Sabina’s breath hitched and a moan soon followed. Lionel continued to caress her as he kissed her neck. As the seconds and minutes passed, Sabina’s responses grew more and more intense as Lionel’s touch went from gentle to rough. Lionel couldn’t help but marvel at how she could still be asleep at a moment like this, but he continued nonetheless. Although he couldn’t see Sabina in the dark, he could feel that she wanted more even in her subconscious state.

It was then that he lowered his hand to her stomach and began to caress it in delicate circles. This seemed to calm Sabina a little, but she was still hot and bothered. He continued to rub small circles as he lowered his hand even more. It came to rest just above her womanhood. He teased her; tickling and tugging as he heard her panting. Then she thrust her hips back against him and he had to bite back a moan because it felt so very good, but he had to wait just a little longer.

Lionel continued to tease her and that elicited a desperate whine from Sabina. As much as he loved to tease her, he hated to see her suffer even more. So, he granted her tacit wish.

His hand had barely brushed against her womanhood when he felt a firm grip around his wrist. He froze, but kept a level head.

“L-Lionel?” came Sabina’s quivering voice.

“…Yes?” he replied.

“What’re you doing?” she asked as her hand that held Lionel’s wrist began to tremble.

“Oh, Sabina,” he said with a sigh as he sat up and retrieved his hand. He felt her sit up and turn to look at him in the dark. “I-I wanted-,”

“I told you that I’d let you know!” she hissed.

“I know, but I’ve reached my limit!” Silence floated between the two for a moment. Then Lionel continued saying, “I’ve waited patiently like you asked. I haven’t pleasured myself, let alone tried! Y-You gave me a taste of what it’s like to please you and I want more.”

Sabina stared in shock. She couldn’t believe her ears. Was this what her deprivation was driving her beloved to think and causing him to do what he did? “…W-What are you trying to say, Lionel?” she asked.

“I love you, Sabina,” he said, cupping her face in his hands after some fumbling. “Pleasing you pleases me.”

“…Y-You love me that much?” she stammered.


“And you want to please me?”

“…I live to please you.”

Sabina swallowed the lump in her throat. She could feel the passion in Lionel’s gaze even though she couldn’t see his face. She sighed then said in a voice no louder than a whisper, “Then, please me you will…Please, continue where you left off.”

Lionel obliged and began to kiss her, but he quickly pulled away and began to fumble for something in the dark.

“W-What’s wrong?” Sabina asked.

“Nothing, love. I just-,” He found what he was looking for and tugged. Then the light from the bedside lamp came on. “There we go.”

Sabina covered her eyes at the bright light that now filled the room. “Why’d you turn on the light?” she whined.

“Because I want to see your face as I make you become undone.”

Sabina’s eyes grew large upon hearing him say something so…forward. The Lionel she knew was gentle and subtle; never brash or forward. But, she seemed to like the way he carried himself. She wanted to respond to him, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. So, she laid back on the pillows, closed her eyes, and waited for Lionel to make his first move.

However, Lionel never moved to touch her. Sabina opened her eyes and caught him staring at her. “What?” she asked.

Lionel smiled and said, “You’re just so beautiful and—I can’t help but smile every time that I see you like this.”

“…L-Like what?” Sabina asked as she shifted nervously with a voice to match her unease.


“Lionel, please,” Sabina breathed. “…D-Don’t say anymore.” If he were to say anymore than he already did, she would surely climax from his words alone. “P-Please…Just-,”

He leaned forward and said, “I’m way ahead of you.” Then he silenced her with a kiss; soft and sensual. He then trailed his kisses down her neck and to the small of her chest. He would’ve done more, but the material of her nightgown was in the way. Lionel looked at Sabina for permission, which she gave and he hiked up her nightgown and slipped it over her head. Then he was able to continue his ministrations, which Sabina relished as she arched into his touch and rubbed his head encouragingly.

Lionel hadn’t planned any of this out. His intent was to play things by ear. From where he stood – or lay, he was doing a good job pleasing his lady, but he wanted to go further. If he was going to please Sabina, he wanted to do it well. He wanted to test her boundaries as well as his own.

He continued his trail of kisses down Sabina’s stomach and stopped at the hem of her panties. He looked up at her with a devilish look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. Sabina looked at him, anticipating his next move. Then Lionel did the unthinkable. He grabbed the hem with his teeth and began to tug, causing Sabina to gasp since she wasn’t expecting him to do such a thing. When he got the panties off her, he tossed them aside carelessly. When he went to position himself between Sabina’s legs, she closed them tightly.

Lionel wasn’t sure if this was because she was being feisty or if it was because she was really shy. That didn’t stop him from looking up at her as if to say, “Really?” She opened her legs for him then he nestled himself between them. He stared for a moment before looking Sabina in the eyes and blowing some cool air on her delicate flower. Sabina flinched like he thought she would. Then he took his finger and traced the outline of her flower, which was in full bloom.

Sabina was panting in anticipation. What’s he doing? she thought. Why is he toying with me? He knows I hate being teased!

Lionel wanted a rise out of her and she seemed willing enough to give him one. He just needed to add more pressure. So, he stuck two fingers inside of her, eliciting a combination of a gasp and moan. “L-Lionel!” Sabina gasped.

“You like this?” he asked as he began to pump his digits in and out.

“I-It feels so good,” she whimpered.

He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Sabina was more sensitive now than she’d ever been before. He shrugged it off thinking she must’ve been just as desperate for him as he was for her. Well, he thought, you’re gonna like this even more.

Without a warning, he placed his lips on her love button and began to suck. Sabina’s jaw dropped upon seeing this unfold before her eyes. She also let out a strangled moan as she thrust her hips forward, trying to get even more of a rise from Lionel’s surprisingly skilled mouth. Lionel took this as encouragement to get even bolder. A few moments later, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue and was taking Sabina for all she was worth.

Sabina was enraptured in this newfound level of pleasure she’d never experienced before. Never did she think that Lionel would do something like this. She was writhing, moaning, and clawing at the sheets as she tried to contain herself, but she just couldn’t do so. It felt too good. She entangled her fingers in Lionel’s brown hair and began to grind against his face. Lionel, trying to keep control of the situation, took Sabina’s wrists and pinned them down at her sides.

Sabina struggled against him, but it was no use. Lionel was going to decide her fate this time. “Lionel, please,” she begged. He simply looked up at her and continued to lick, suck, and occasionally nibble as he held her glassy gaze.

All Sabina could do was stare back at her husband as he devoured her, sending surges of pleasure through her body. She felt the pressure building and began to convulse and moan. Lionel smiled against her. “Come for me, Sabina,” he said.

“N~No!” she moaned. “Not yet!”

“Come on, love. I want you to.”


If she wouldn’t come willingly, Lionel figured he’d have to make her. He then stuck his fingers back inside of her and curled them upwards while he sucked her as a babe sucked from his mother’s breast. Sabina involuntarily arched her back as she fought the urge to climax to try and stay high on the passion just a little while longer. But Lionel was relentless. Each flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers was driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Sabina’s strength was failing and she couldn’t take anymore much longer. She tried to hold on for just a little bit more, but she finally caved. “L-Lionel!” she squealed as she closed her eyes and reached her climax. She felt light; as if she were floating on a cloud. She didn’t know how long it would last, but she wanted to stay like this forever.

She had barely come down from her high when she gasped upon feeling something enter her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lionel on top of her. She looked at him knowingly and said, “You just couldn’t wait, could you?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he replied through gritted teeth. He’d been deprived for so long, so could she really blame him? Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

The heat of his breath sent shivers down Sabina’s spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Then she whispered, in a low sultry voice, “Start slow…then do what comes naturally.”

Lionel pulled away just enough to look into her eyes and asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Would I have let you come this far if I didn’t?”

Lionel had a million responses he could have used at that moment, but he saw no point in delaying his beloved’s pleasure, so he did as she asked. He made slow, delicate thrusts as Sabina began to grind against him. If she kept moving like that, she’d send him over the edge, so he started to pick up the pace because he wanted to maintain some level of control in this situation.

He then unhooked her legs from around his waist and turned her on her side, draping her leg over his shoulder. Sabina moaned as she gripped at the sheets thus, encouraging Lionel to do even more. When he grew tired of their current position, he took her leg off his shoulder and pulled her into the sitting position as he cradled her in his arms, causing Sabina to squeal at this new position. However, it didn’t take long for her to adjust because, she was grinding and moaning like mad as she dug her nails into Lionel’s shoulders and raked them down his arms.

Lionel hissed in response to this pain, but this pain went well with the pleasure he was experiencing. He began to suck on Sabina’s neck; hard enough to leave a bruise. Then without a warning, Sabina arched her back and reached her second climax as her inner walls clenched around Lionel, coaxing him to come as well. He resisted because he hadn’t had his fill just yet. So he pulled out of Sabina, laid her down, and flipped her so her back was to him. Then he plunged deep inside her with a grunt. He stilled in an attempt to keep his composure because Sabina was so tight.

When he’d caught his second wind, he had to start slowly; eliciting a few soft moans from Sabina. Then he eventually picked up the pace and got rougher. It seemed the rougher her got, the louder Sabina’s voice became. He slapped her on the buttocks to try and put some space between her moans, causing Sabina to yelp. She’d never seen this side of Lionel before, but she liked it; loved it. He smacked her again and she let out a whine as she raised her rear.

“Lionel,” she moaned as she looked over her shoulder and bucked her hips back against him. “Hit me again…I like it.”

Lionel held her lustful gaze for a moment before he obliged, causing Sabina to moan even louder than before. She grabbed a pillow and sunk her teeth in it as she was fast approaching yet another climax.

Suddenly, Lionel got the urge to pull something. So, he reached for Sabina’s hair and tugged. He got a low growl in response. Then he tugged hard enough to make Sabina get on all fours. “Ah!” she grunted, releasing the pillow from her mouth. “Lionel~!”

He continued to thrust deep and hard until he felt his own climax coming on. So, he pulled Sabina up so she was on her knees with her back flush against his chest, still keeping a firm grip on her hair. He then began to tease her love button, making her mewl with pleasure. Then he said in a rough voice, “Now will I be your one and only?”

“Yes,” Sabina moaned.

“Are you sure?” he asked, softly biting her neck.

“Yes, Lionel…I-I’m sure,” she said between shaky breaths.

Lionel still wasn’t convinced, so he pulled her hair and said in a gruff voice, “Positive?”

“Yes!” Sabina cried. “Yes, I’m sure!”

Lionel smiled at this. Part of him liked hearing Sabina beg. “…Alright. Now, come for me, Sabina…”

“B-But, Lionel~,”

“Come for me.” He began to rub her and thrust faster and faster until she couldn’t take anymore. She threw her head back on Lionel’s shoulder and came with a loud moan as a series of electric shocks coursed through her body. Lionel soon followed as he grabbed her hips, thrust deep inside, and grunted triumphantly. They stayed that way until they caught their breath a few moments later.

“So…did I pass?” Lionel asked between pants.

Sabina chuckled before she collapsed into the tousled mess of sheets, pillows, and comforter before her.

Lionel crawled on top of her and pressed, “Well? Did I pass or not?”

She opened one eye and smiled playfully before she flipped onto her back and caressed Lionel’s face. “You were splendid, my love,” she said, looking at him with loving eyes. “And I meant it when I said you are my one and only.”

Lionel couldn’t help but smile at this. He had finally surpassed Cyril at the art of pleasing Sabina. As far as he was concerned, he’d won the greatest prize in the world: the adoration of his wife, lover, and confidante. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Suddenly, Sabina gasped. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.

She looked down at Lionel’s member that was pressing against her leg and said, “Looks like someone can’t seem to get enough.” Lionel looked away with a blush. Then Sabina pushed him so that he was lying on his back. He began to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss before saying, “I’ll take care of it.”


On another evening, Alfred lay in Rose’s bed waiting for Faye. The black and crimson room became their established meeting place. He hummed a random tune as he waited to pass the time.

It wasn’t long before he heard two raps on the door. Alfred got up, went to the door, and rapped twice in response to be met by three more raps. Then he opened the door with a smile and a giggling Faye jumped into his arms. “Hello to you, too, Faye,” he said, closing and locking the door behind her. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed where they nestled close together. “You’re full of energy tonight. Why is that?”

“Nothing special. I was just excited to see you!” Faye replied.

The two shared a laugh before a moment of silence passed between them. Alfred subconsciously stroked Faye’s arm with his finger as he thought about something he’d been wrestling with after their third meeting. Then he said, “Faye?”

“Yes, Alfred?”

He paused, contemplating whether or not to continue. “This has been bothering me for quite some time, now…”

Faye looked at him curiously as she wondered what was going on in his head. What could he possibly want to know? she thought. I hope he’s not…proposing! “What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up to look down at him.

Alfred sighed. “…How do you feel about me?”

“P-Pardon?” Faye stammered, surprised by this question.

“How do you feel about me?”

“…I—I don’t know,” she said, looking away from him.

Alfred was not amused. So, she wants to play this game? he thought. Alright, then. Let’s play. “I don’t believe you,” he said without hesitation.

“Alfred!” Faye cried as she looked at him in shock.

“I don’t believe that you don’t know how you feel about me, Faye.”

“But, I don’t,” she insisted, donning the best innocent look she could muster.

“Then, that seems to be the same as telling me you don’t love me.”

“Alfred, that’s-,”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t love me.”

“I-I ca-,”

“Come on, Faye. Look at me and tell me you don’t love me.”

“Alright!” She took a deep breath and looked Alfred in the eyes. “I love you, Alfred.”

Alfred wore a blank face. All he did was nod his head and say, “I knew it.”

“You knew?! B-But, how-?”

“May I say something first?” he asked. Faye nodded. “I love you, too, Faye. I loved you from the moment I first saw you.”

“Then…why didn’t you ask Cyril-,”

“Because he’d bought you and I wasn’t sure what his intent with you was…” Faye rolled her eyes and looked away from him with a shake of her head. Alfred gently turned her face toward him. “I needed to be sure, Faye. When I found out you were his love interest, I saw no point in pursuing you…Then you sought me out. That’s when you got my attention.”

Faye pondered everything Alfred was telling her. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She knew Cyril was unpredictable, so she was able to understand why Alfred never pursued her. “Oh, Alfred,” she said, hugging him tightly. “It’s so good to know that you feel the same!”

“Likewise,” he replied once she released him from her embrace as he looked at her adoringly. “…But, one thing still troubles me.”

“And what’s that, love?” she asked, caressing his face.

“What about Cyril?”

The question floated between the two for what seemed like forever. “…I-I’m not really sure,” Faye finally said. “You see, Cyril’s been acting strange as of late.”

“Oh?” Alfred said, raising a perplexed eyebrow.

“Yes. He seems…depressed, but I’m not sure. Some days he’s all over me and can’t get enough of me, then other days, he doesn’t want anything to do with me. He doesn’t want me anywhere near him. Then he goes back to wanting me again.”

“He’s never hurt you, has he?” Alfred asked, grabbing Faye’s arm tightly. Yes, Cyril was his master, but he would kill the man if he ever hurt the woman he loved. “He hasn’t struck you or forced himself on you, has he?”

“No,” Faye replied with a shake of her head. She dismissed telling Alfred about the things Cyril did before they became lovers because it was irrelevant. “He’s just rough with his words.”

“Alright.” He released her arm, but still kept that protective gleam in his eye. “What do you think is the cause of his…moodiness?”

“It’s probably Sabina,” she scoffed. “It always has gone back to Sabina.”

Alfred picked up something from the tone of Faye’s voice. “Am I sensing…some jealousy here?”

“What? No, no, no.”

“Are you sure? Because that’s what it sounds like to me.”

“No, Alfred, no,” Faye assured him as she placed her hands on his chest. “It’s nothing. Sure, I may have been jealous in the past, but not anymore now that I have you.”

“…Why were you jealous of Sabina?”

“Uh…” This man sure asks a lot of questions…Eh, no harm in answering him, though. “I had developed feelings for Cyril back then…Strong feelings.”

“How strong?” Alfred asked as he sat up.

“…I thought I was in love with him,” she admitted.


“Anyway, he had claimed to love me, but he still pursued Sabina. He even told me that she was always his first choice in an argument. I was always the runner up. Then he said that I was his first choice from the moment he saw me at Bernard’s…and I believed him.”

“So, now?”

“Now, ever since I gave him an ultimatum and he fell out of Sabina’s good graces, I guess he’s been feeling rather lovesick. He’s been going all out trying to win her back, but nothing’s worked. He tries to seek solace in me, but…I’m not Sabina therefore I can’t give him what he wants – or needs.”

“Do you have any feelings for him now?”

“No,” she said without hesitation despite the lump that was trying to form in her throat. “I only have pity for him. But, I do love you.”

“That’s wonderful to know,” Alfred said as he began to nuzzle her neck.

“Ah,” she sighed, tilting her head to give Alfred more access. “Perhaps, I’ll convince him to sell her and her baby as well,” she said to herself.

Alfred stopped his nuzzling, pulled away from her neck, and stared at Faye blankly. “Wh-What?”

“Huh? Oh, I must’ve been thinking out loud.”

“Yes, but what did you say?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about getting Cyril to sell Sabina and her little boy as well,” she said as she played with his sideburns.

“W-W-Wait. What do you mean by ‘as well’?” Alfred was really confused.

“Oh, well, I convinced Cyril to sell Hope not too long ago.” She noticed Alfred’s eyes grow large. “What? You didn’t know?” she asked as she caressed his face.

“Th-That was you?” Alfred stammered, horrified by this terrible news. The woman he was falling in love with day by day was as cruel as a serpent and as cold as the winds of a violent blizzard. He pulled away from her and came to sit on the edge of the bed. “H-How could you?!” he said in disbelief as he squeezed the mattress.

Faye didn’t understand why he was getting so upset. “Alfred, what’s wrong?” she asked, laying a hand on his back.

He spun around and demanded, “What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’? You hurt Sabina – Someone near and dear to my heart…and still you expect me to love you?!”

She laughed nervously. “Alfred,” she said, “it’s me, Faye…I’m still the girl you fell for.”

“No,” he said in a dark tone of voice as he rose from the bed and pointed an accusing finger at her. “…You’re the evil witch I almost fell for. I’m done with you.”

Faye’s jaw dropped upon hearing him say that. He turned to leave, but before he could take the sixth step away from her, she said, “Stop.”

Alfred looked over his shoulder and said, “What?”

She was breathing as evenly as she could to try and contain her rage. “Don’t you dare walk out on me,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

Alfred turned around wearing an amused smirk on his face. “…Or what?”

“I’ll tell Cyril that you raped me!”

He crossed his arms as he looked her up and down. Then he scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’m sure you will.”

“I-I’ll do it! I swear I will!” she exclaimed, jumping from the bed.

Alfred gave her a sympathetic look. He’d had so much love for her it was unreal, but now it was all for naught. “Keep telling yourself that, Faye,” he said softly as he turned on his heel and gave a lazy wave.

“Alfred, I swear if you w-,”

He turned when he reached the door and said, “You and I both know that you love me way too much to rat me out, kitten…Or was it my nice, big cock that you love so much?” Once again, her jaw dropped. “Ta-ta.”

Then he was gone, leaving Faye alone with her thoughts. She dropped to her knees and began to weep, letting all of the events leading up to that very moment sink in. She was lamenting her loss of a chance at potential true love. But, didn’t she already have that with Cyril? No – Things were too complicated or were they? She was so confused. How could I have been so stupid?! she thought as she banged her fist against the floor. Why couldn’t I have just kept my mouth shut?

The poor thing was sobbing. She needed comfort. She needed to be wrapped in someone’s – anyone’s arms. She stopped her weeping instantly as a certain someone came to mind…Cyril. He could comfort her; and comfort her well, indeed. That’s who she wanted to see; the one she absolutely needed to see. He was her drug of choice. It didn’t matter how many times he took advantage of her, abused her, or rejected her. As a dog returns to its vomit, she kept going back to him. A true glutton for punishment, she was. So, she picked herself up and prepared to go see Cyril.


Alfred was running down the halls, heading for Sabina’s room. He needed to tell her about Faye before he made his exit. When he reached the door, he began to knock like mad.

Inside the room, Lionel and Sabina awoke with a start, wondering who would disturb them at that ungodly hour. Lionel approached the door with caution and placed his ear to it. “Sabina, please open up! It’s Alfred!” he heard the poor man say. He immediately opened the door, pulled Alfred inside, flung the door shut, and locked it.

Alfred was completely thrown off guard by this unusual greeting, but was even more thrown off by the familiar stranger who stood before him. “Wh-Who are you and where is Sabina?”

“Alfred, it’s me…Lionel.” Alfred’s eyes grew large. “You don’t recognize me?”

“…I knew I recognized you!” He pulled Lionel into a tight embrace then released him to hold him at arm’s length and look him over. “You’re alive? But, how-?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, you’re going to have to-,”

“I hate to interrupt this beautiful reunion,” Sabina interrupted, “but would you mind telling me why the hell you came banging on our door at this ungodly hour?!”

“M-My apologies, Sabina,” Alfred said with a nervous chuckle. “I-I came to inform you about some news before I quit.”

“Wait, you’re going to quit?” said Lionel. “Why?”

“I’ll explain in a moment…Sabina, brace yourself.”

“I’m sure I can handle it,” she replied flatly.

I pray so, thought Alfred. “Lionel, hold your wife.”


“Just do it.” Lionel obeyed and went to the bed to hold Sabina in his arms. “Now, it was just brought to my attention who was responsible for selling Hope.”

“Well, of course we know who was responsible,” Sabina spat. “It was that bastard, Cyril!”

“Yes and no, my dear. Although Cyril may have been the one to physically sell her, he was not the mastermind behind the situation.”

Sabina stopped furrowing her brow. “W-What do you mean? Cyril was a pawn?”



“Lionel.” Lionel held Sabina even tighter.

“Who was it, dammit?!” she growled.

“…It was Faye.”

Silence filled the air. It got so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the tick of the clock on the nightstand. Sabina’s eyes grew wide and she felt as if her heart had stopped. Lionel was just as shocked as she was, but he had to keep his composure. “W-What?” she stammered.

“I’m sorry, Sabina…but, Faye was the one to coerce Cyril into selling Hope.”

“H-How could she coerce him?” Sabina asked, wondering how a fourteen year old could possibly force a thirty-three year old man to do anything.

“She gave him an ultimatum…”

“Between what?”

Alfred swallowed hard. “You and her…”

“Oh, God,” Sabina choked, burying her face in Lionel’s shoulder.

“If he wanted her, he had to sell Hope.”

“…H-How did you find this out?” Lionel asked.

“She told me,” Alfred replied.

A beat of silence.

“Where is she now?” asked Sabina.

“I-I left her in Rose’s room.”

“Take me to her!” Sabina growled as she fought to break free from Lionel’s grasp. “I’ll kill her!”

“No, Sabina. She’s not worth it!” Alfred tried to reason.

“What do you mean she’s not worth it?!” Sabina screamed. “She made that bastard choose between his daughter and her! And he chose that wretched whore over his daughter!” She began to sob as she stopped fighting Lionel. “He chose a whore…over his own daughter,” she bawled. “A whore! A dirty, wretched whore over his daughter.”

Lionel comforted her the best he could while Alfred looked on helplessly. She continued to weep until she fell asleep in her husband’s arms. He laid her down gently and kissed her temple, whispering, “I’ll take care of her for you.”

Then Alfred let out a sigh and said, “I should be going.”

“Wait,” said Lionel as he rose from the bed and approached his friend. “You said that you were going to quit…Why?”

“Faye has some scandalous information about me and I want to get out of dodge before she even has the chance to share it with Cyril. I’m going to submit my previously written letter of resignation and skip town.”

“She needs to pay for what she’s done.”

“And she will.”


“…That I don’t know, but she will pay for what she has done.”

Lionel paused for a moment. Before Alfred could turn to leave, he said, “Alfred, what if I told you that we could use your help?”

“…I’m listening.”

“Sabina and I need to escape. However, we’re both bent on revenge for the injustice on both of our ends, but more so on Sabina’s end in that she’s suffered the most. My plan was to kill Cyril, but considering what Faye’s done, I’ve extended that plan to her.”

“…What do you need me to do?” Alfred asked, unsure of what role he would play.

“You, my friend,” Lionel began as he wrapped an arm around Alfred’s shoulders, “are going to continue to play the role of the faithful butler as you keep watch for my golden opportunity.”

“Which is…?”

“I plan to catch the two before they get into a compromising position. That way, I get Cyril alone and eliminate him. Then Faye will discover the body and Sabina could have her fun if she so chooses.”

“Hm…very clever plan. Although, I don’t have anything personal against Cyril…” He saw the disappointment on Lionel’s face. “I will help you in your plan.”

“Thank you, Alfred!” Lionel exclaimed as he gave the man a bear hug. “You won’t regret it.”

“…I pray not,” he said to himself when Lionel released him.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I…I dared Faye to tell Cyril, not thinking that she actually would.”

“Do you trust your own judgment?”

“…Yes and no,” the man said as he began to pace.

“Why is that?”

“I was bluffing! I-I don’t know if she took me seriously or something else!”

Lionel laid a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder and assured him saying, “Don’t worry, Alfred. I’m sure she won’t tell him anything.”

“How can you be so sure? You weren’t-,”

“I know, I know…but I tend to have good judgment when it comes to things like this.”

“Alright,” Alfred said with a sigh of relief. “Okay…I take your word for it, Lionel.”

“Just act as you normally would.”

“…Will do.” Alfred then headed for the door where he let himself out. “Good night,” he said before leaving.

“Good night, my friend,” said Lionel.

Then Alfred was gone.

Lionel walked over to the door and locked it. Then he turned and leaned against it as he stared at his wife, who lay asleep in their bed. He sighed and said a silent prayer of comfort for her, strength for him, her, and Alfred, and for baby Hope who was absent from them. Then he went and climbed into bed beside her, turned out the light, and took her in his arms, joining her in slumber only moments after closing his eyes.
Broken: Chapter 29
You know the saying...If you catch a man a fish, he eats for a day. If you teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime. In the case of Lionel and Sabina, a lifetime of pleasure awaits.

Can you see the wheels turning, darlings?



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Alfred lay on his back panting. He had just reached his third climax and he was spent. He had never felt so alive. It was amazing how much pleasure one woman could bring him. As much as he wanted to remain on this new high, he couldn’t because he was exhausted. He was so tired that he could barely move.

That didn’t stop Faye from climbing back on top of him. Because unlike him, her appetite was insatiable; her lust and desire was without measure. Once she had you in her grasp, it was hard for her to let go. She leaned down and gently kissed Alfred on the lips then whispered, “Are you ready to go another round?”

“Really?” Alfred asked in a weary voice. “Faye, I can’t do anymore. I’m exhausted!”

“Did you not enjoy it?”

“Of course I enjoyed it and I want more, but I just can’t…I’m tired. I can’t take anymore.”

“But, you didn’t bring me to climax,” she pouted.

“I’m sorry…Honest,” he said with an apologetic smile. “But, I am physically unable to continue. I can barely move.”

“Fine,” she huffed as she got off him, picked up her nightgown, slid it over her head, and started to walk toward the door.

“W-Wait. Where are you going?” Alfred asked, sitting up with a start.

“Back to my room, of course.”

“B-But, why?”

Faye looked at the man sitting in the bed before her. He looked like a lost puppy to say the least; with his sad eyes, tense demeanor, and desperation in his voice. Faye thought it was adorable, but she was feeling rather cynical since she didn’t get what she wanted from Alfred. So, she asked ever so sarcastically, “What? …You wanna cuddle?”

Alfred looked down and fiddled with the sheet. “Yes,” he said quietly as he looked up at her with the most adorable puppy eyes Faye had ever seen. Yes, he was a grown man, but he pulled the look off so well with his baby face.

There was no way she could bring herself to resist those eyes, let alone deny Alfred, her new-found plaything. So, she walked back over to the bed, climbed in beside Alfred, and let him snuggle up to her. “Thank you,” he whispered before planting a gentle kiss on her lips and looking her dead in the eyes when he broke the kiss. “Good night.”

“G-Good night,” Faye stammered in response. Once again, this servant had spellbound her. She didn’t know how, but he somehow made her feel the way Cyril used to and to some degree still did. Was it his baby face? His beautiful dark brown eyes coupled with his dark brown hair? No…It was his kindness, gentleness, and his all too adorable innocence. She looked at his sleeping face and thought, Yes. He’s everything I want…But Cyril-,

She couldn’t think about all that then. She needed sleep. So, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the potential love between her and Alfred.


Over the next few weeks, Alfred and Faye continued to meet. Not every day, but they only met when Faye sent for Alfred or if she was desperate enough, she sought him out. Alfred often found himself looking forward to his meetings with Faye. They added some spark to his rather boring redundant schedule.

He once went three days without hearing from her or seeing her and it nearly drove him mad. He tried pleasuring himself when he was able to get alone, but it wasn’t enough to appease him. So, he went to find her. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to find her, which left him feeling greatly deprived. So, he inwardly sulked the rest of the day.

Faye made it up to him by sneaking into his quarters that same evening and going down on him. In the process, Alfred woke up and demanded that she explain herself. She did and he accepted her apology for neglecting him those three days. That was only one instance of the many sexcapades they had. The two did have feelings for each other, but neither wanted to be the first to admit it. Although sex was a major part of their relationship, it wasn’t the most important thing. They enjoyed one another’s company and the bond between them was growing stronger every time they met. It was only a matter of time before one of them would let it slip that they were in love.


While Faye and Alfred’s love affair persisted, Cyril was furiously trying to see Sabina. He’d given her some space, but he couldn’t stay away any longer. He needed to see her…badly. Unfortunately for him, Sabina was not so cooperative. Whenever he went to see her, she refused to see him. He sent Mariam and Alfred to try and fetch her for him, but she still refused. Then he tried to buy her back with gifts; flowers, dresses, jewelry…anything he could think of that would possibly make her change her mind. But none of his gifts worked.

One day while Cyril was in his office sifting through some paperwork, there came a knock on his door. He bid the individual to enter and Alfred appeared. Upon seeing him, Cyril jumped to his feet and asked, “Well, what did she say? Has she changed her mind?” He had sent Sabina a beautiful sapphire necklace with matching earrings a few days previous and had anxiously been awaiting a response.

Alfred sighed, pulling the jewelry box that contained the sapphire necklace set from his coat pocket and placing it on Cyril’s desk. “Her answer is the same, sir…She doesn’t wish to see you and she doesn’t want anymore gifts.”

Cyril stared at Alfred in disbelief as he sunk back into his seat. He looked down at the jewelry box as he processed what Alfred had just said. She…doesn’t want to see me? he thought. H-How is that possible? I’ve given her time and space and – she won’t see me?! The rage was quickly building inside him. He slammed a fist on the desk as his breath hitched.

Alfred quickly moved to try and calm Cyril down by saying, “Sir…just give her some time. She’ll come around. I'm sure of it!”

“I’ve given her plenty of time, Alfred! And I’m tired of waiting! Tired of being rejected! I’m going to see her one way or another.” He headed for the door, but Alfred blocked his path.

“No, you’re not!” This was the first time he’d ever stood up to Cyril, so he figured that he ought to make it count. He puffed out his chest and said, “If you lay one finger on her, I’ll-,”

Cyril shoved Alfred out of the way and the poor man landed on the floor. “I’ll deal with you later,” he said cruelly before leaving the room, slamming the door.

He stormed down the halls, seeing nothing but red. Sabina had denied him for the last time. When he reached her bedroom door, he tried turning the knob, but it was locked. Despite his rage, he found the courtesy to knock – Or bang on the door.

Sabina and Lionel’s heads snapped up upon hearing the loud banging on the door. Then they heard Cyril’s voice. They looked at each other in shock. The banging and yelling continued. “You need to hide,” Sabina whispered to Lionel.

“No. You said you wanted to be present for my plan, here’s your chance.”

“…Now’s not the time!” she hissed. “Now, hide! Please.”

Lionel shook his head disapprovingly. He wanted to get his plan underway, but he reluctantly obeyed with a huff and disappeared into the armoire.

“Sabina!” Cyril shouted.

“Go away, Cyril!” Sabina yelled back.

“You open this door right now!”

“I will do no such thing!”

“We could do this the easy way or the hard way, love. I just want to talk.”

“How many times do I have to say it?” she all but whined. “I don’t want to see you! And I don’t want any more of your damn gifts!”

Cyril sighed and ceased pounding on the door. “Alright,” he said. “Looks like we’re going to do it the hard way.” He reared back then kicked the door open.

His eyes locked on Sabina, who sat frozen on the bed. Despite her air of courage, he could see the fear in her eyes. He could smell it. He then began to walk towards her.

“Get out,” Sabina said, but he kept walking. So, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Leave.” Cyril knocked it out of the air. She threw another and he deflected that one, too. “Get out!” she screamed as she threw yet another pillow, but he wasn’t fazed. She continued to throw pillows at him and yelling for him to leave, but he wouldn’t. When he reached the foot of the bed, she bolted for the bathroom, but Cyril was quicker.

He grabbed her by the arms, cast her onto the bed, and pinned her down. “Why have you refused to see me?!” he demanded. “I’ve given you plenty of time and plenty of space to grieve our daughter. What more do you want from me?”

Tears were streaming from Sabina’s eyes due to the feelings of fear and anger that tangoed inside her. But, she got it together and said in a shaky voice, “Do you really think…that I could simply get over the fact that you sold my daughter? If so, then you’re a fool!”

“How dare you call me a fool when you’re the one who can’t simply agree to see someone who has been trying to see you for days – weeks! All I want is to talk, Sabina…and you’re making it very difficult.”

“You’re not worth listening to after you’ve barged into my room, knowing that I didn’t want to see you! Let me go!”

“Not until you hear me out!” Cyril shouted, bringing his face close enough to Sabina’s so they were nose-to-nose.

Sabina panted as she tried to calm down. Being angry wasn’t going to get her anywhere in this situation. So, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “I’m listening.”

Cyril slowly loosened his grip until Sabina was completely free. She sat up and gave Cyril her undivided attention despite the fact that she was screaming on the inside; praying that Lionel wouldn’t come bursting out of the closet and ruin things. This wasn’t the time to execute his plan. She could feel that.

Cyril took a deep breath and began saying, “All I wanted was to ask for your forgiveness…I’m terribly sorry for what I’ve done. I-I can’t sleep at night…I’m barely maintaining my appetite, and…all I can do is either bury myself in my work or drink until I pass out. I don’t like either, but it’s all I can manage right now."

He reached for Sabina and she flinched. Then he caressed her cheek ever so gently. It surprised him that she actually allowed him to do so. “Please, Sabina. Forgive me for what I’ve done to you and to Hope.”

Sabina’s blank stare slowly changed into a glare. How dare he beg her forgiveness after what he had done. “…I’m sorry, Cyril. But, nothing you say can undo what you’ve done! You sold my-,”

Our,” Cyril corrected.

“No. You sold my daughter and how dare you claim to be her father. You’re no father. Why? Because a real father would never sell his daughter! Not even if he was down to his last penny…How can you live with yourself after what you’ve done?”

“I…I don’t know. I suppose it’s the need for your forgiveness that keeps me going.” He paused to consider his next words. “I can’t forgive myself unless you forgive me first.”

“…How could you expect me to simply forgive you?”

“I need you to.”


Cyril looked at her with longing look in his eyes. “Because your approval means the world to me.”

Sabina didn’t move. Neither did she speak. All she did was look at him and study him; wondering why he was going through so much trouble to gain her forgiveness. Did he have some ulterior motive for coming to her or was he being sincere? “What about Faye?” she asked.


“Did she leave you? Is that why you came crawling back to me all of a sudden?”

“No, Sabina. I-,”

“Then, why did you come?” she asked, getting off the bed and standing to her feet.

“Because I love you!”

A moment of silence passed between the two. Sabina couldn’t believe her ears. All she could do was stare at Cyril blankly. Then she shook her head, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “Not this ag-,”

“No, Sabina. You don’t understand,” Cyril said as he grabbed her hand.

“What don’t I understand, Cyril?” Sabina snapped as she snatched her hand out of his.

“I. Love. You…Not Faye. I want to make things right with you.”

“For what purpose?”

“For your sake…I’ve seen what this has done to you. I know you haven’t been eating like you should.” Sabina looked away from him, but he gently made her look back at him. “And I know you’ve been crying nonstop…I’m the one who did this to you and I’m terribly sorry. So, I’m obligated to make it stop.” He looked at her as if he were asking for her permission to do something. She didn’t blink or look away from him, so he proceeded to caress her cheek again. She didn’t flinch, but she subconsciously leaned into his touch. He then brought her face closer to his and leaned in for a kiss.

His lips had barely touched hers when she pulled away with a gasp. He needs to leave, she thought as she looked up at him, shocked by what she almost allowed to happen. Now. She shook the romantic daydreams from her mind and leaned in very close and whispered in his ear, “Bring her back to me…Then we can talk about forgiveness.”

He leaned back and let his eyes meet hers. “Will do,” he replied. He was tempted to try and kiss her again, but he decided against it. Instead, he caressed her face again and left without another word, closing the door on his way out.

Sabina stared after him; part of her wanting to feel his touch again and the other part wanting him to rot in hell. Seeing Lionel emerge from the armoire brought her back to reality. He embraced her and asked, “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” Sabina whispered as she clung to him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She’d gotten too close back there. In those small moments of vulnerability, she almost gave in to temptation, but she was able to come back to her senses before things got out of hand. She pulled herself away from Lionel and looked up at him apologetically.

“What?” he asked, puzzled by this rare look that graced her face.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

Sabina bit her lip as she hesitated to answer. “I…I almost gave in to Cyril.” She felt Lionel tense. “H-He didn’t try anything, I swear!” She stammered as she grabbed the collar of his shirt. “He was just so kind and gentle and I got weak.”

“I should’ve killed him when I had the chance,” Lionel hissed through gritted teeth as he pulled away from her.


“Am I not enough for you?!” he shouted.

Sabina looked at him in shock. “W-What are you saying? …Are you saying that I’m a—A whore?”

Lionel’s eyes grew wide after realizing what he’d just said. “N-No. That’s not what I meant at all.”

“Then, what were you saying?” she asked through gritted teeth as she was blinking away the tears that were brimming at the corners of her eyes.

“All I’m saying is…” He sighed. “I’ve done my best to try and please you and…it feels like all of my efforts are in vain. Especially after moments like the one you just had with Cyril. I mean – If he still mesmerizes you the way he does…” he said with his voice weakening, “what use do you have for me?”

Now Sabina was the one to look at him in shock. Did moments like the one she had with Cyril really affect Lionel in the way he had said? This saddened her because it had never been her intention to hurt Lionel by betraying his trust. However, the damage was already done. She lovingly cupped his face in her hands and looked up at him with sympathetic eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lionel. I didn’t know that you felt this way. Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugged.”Well, I’m glad you did. But, I must tell you that I don’t have any feelings for Cyril whatsoever.”

“Then, why is it that you have so many moments where you come so close to the point where you almost beg him to take you?” he said bitterly.

Sabina let her hands fall to her sides. Was he really doing this? She went on to say, “I thought you understood back when I called myself a whore and you oh so nobly, dissuaded me from that notion and insisted that my reactions to Cyril were beyond my control.” Lionel looked down sheepishly as he ate the very words he spoke as Sabina fed them to him. “Or maybe I was wrong...”

Lionel’s head snapped up at this and he cried, “No. No, you weren’t.” Sabina raised a questionable eyebrow. “I understand completely. I meant everything I said back then and I still mean it now…I’ll always mean it,” he said as he lovingly brushed her cheek as he gazed into her eyes with a matching look. “I just – I just want to be the only one to please you.”

“But, you have been the only one to please me.”

“When Cyril hasn’t forced himself on you,” he mumbled; hate dripping from every word.

Sabina pursed her lips, still feeling just a pang of guilt. Then she placed her hands on Lionel’s chest and asked, “So, you want to be the only man to please me?”

“Yes. More than anything.”

Sabina studied her husband. She could hear the sincerity in his voice; see the passion and intent in his eyes; feel the longing to be her one and only in his body as the muscles contracted beneath his skin. “Then you will learn.”


“…I will teach you.”

“W-When?” he stammered as he felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. He felt out of place; as if he were in a foreign country where the people spoke a language he could neither speak, nor understand.

Sabina looked at him knowingly and said, “We could start now if you’d like.”

Lionel looked into her eyes and was overcome by the need to acquiesce to Sabina’s every whim. The poor thing began to break out in a sweat. “M-M-May I c-close the door?” he stammered.

“It’s already closed, but you can lock it,” she replied flirtatiously.

Lionel quickly ran and did as he was told. When he returned to his spot in front of Sabina, he asked, “W-What now?”

“We’ll start with the basics. Of the five senses, only three are powerful when it comes to pleasing one’s partner. Those are sight, touch, and hearing. Today, we’ll focus on sight. We may continue depending on how well you do.” Lionel swallowed hard and nodded. Sabina could tell he was nervous, so she caressed his cheek and said, “It’s all right, love. No need to be nervous. You’ll do fine.”

Lionel smiled back at her and leaned into her touch. “Okay.”



“Then let’s begin. Look into my eyes.” He did and she held his gaze. “Don’t look away. Just keep looking at me…That’s it. What do you see?”

He shrugged. “…I see that you have very beautiful eyes.”

“Thank you,” Sabina said with a smile. “But, really. What is it that you see?”

“…My reflection?”

“Look harder, love.”

He squinted and pondered what she meant. Then it clicked and he said, “I see…focus.”

“Good. What else?”


“What else?” she asked in a way that showed she was looking for a particular answer.


“More,” she hinted.



“…Desire?” Lionel said in a not-so-sure type of voice.

“Yes!” Sabina exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “You see desire. Remember, your eyes are key when it comes to pleasing your partner. Especially when you’re looking into my eyes.” She placed a hand on the back of his head and brought his forehead to hers as she continued to look into his eyes.

“The eyes are the window to the soul.”

“Exactly. That being said, they can convey one’s deepest thoughts and desires in a single glance alone.”

“So, what do I do when I can’t see your eyes?” he asked innocently.

“You study the body. We’ll get to that later, though,” she said with a pat on his chest. “Now, I want you to kiss me.”

He looked at her quizzically. I’ve kissed you a thousand times, he thought. How will this be any different? Oh, well. Here goes. Then he leaned in and prepared to kiss her, but before their lips could touch, he pulled away saying, “Wait…How would you like to be kissed?”

“Good,” Sabina said with a smile. “You’re learning.” She bit her lip and studied him for a moment, not saying a word. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular. All she was doing was thinking about how she’d answer him. “…Start softly. I’ll let you know if I need something more.” Lionel nodded. “When you’re ready.”

She waited, but he didn’t move. She figured he was just nervous, so she gave him some more time. A minute passed and he hadn’t moved to kiss her yet. “What’s wrong?” Sabina asked.

Lionel looked away, blushing and whispered, “I-I can’t do it with you watching.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” He shrugged. “Okay, then I’ll just close my eyes.”

“Thank you,” he breathed. He took a deep breath, licked his lips, and slowly leaned in. Then he kissed her softly. Her lips were as soft as rose petals. Sabina kissed back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lionel then began to suck on her bottom lip, causing Sabina to moan into the kiss. She ran her hands down his shoulders and they came to rest on his chest. He took it as his cue to go further. So, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. When he felt more comfortable, he ran his hands up and down her sides, squeezing and feeling her every curve.

Sabina broke the kiss and turned her head, panting as the passion began to build inside of her. That didn’t stop Lionel. He continued by kissing the side of her face all the way down her neck where he began to nibble and suck the tender flesh. Sabina moaned at this. Another cue. So, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Once she was secure in his embrace, he carried her to the bed, laid her down as gently as possible, and continued to nibble and suck on her neck.

He had barely begun to tug at her panties before Sabina patted his chest and said, “Stop, stop, stop.” He pretended that he didn’t hear her and continued, hoping she would change her mind. “Lionel, stop,” she said more firmly. He looked at her and by the look in her eyes, she meant business.

As much as he didn’t want to, he respected her and stopped. She paused to catch her breath as she looked up at him; her eyes full of desire. “You…exceeded my expectations,” she breathed. “You’re more than ready. You have a good handle on reading bodily responses and listening to a certain extent. However, I still need to teach you what I like. So, your hearing will be tested further.”

“When?” Lionel asked eagerly because the poor thing was already hot, bothered, and dying for release.

Sabina tapped his nose with a playful smile on her face and said, “Later.”

“How much later?” he whined.

“…We’ll see.”

“Sabina, please!” He begged as he began kissing her neck desperately. “I want you and I want you now!”

She gently pushed him away with a sigh and caressed his face. “Yes, and I want you, too. But, you must learn self-control, darling…Don’t good things come to those who wait?” He nodded despite how much he hated how cliché the timing for that phrase was. “I’ll tell you when. Don’t worry,” she said reassuringly.

Seeing that he failed to sway Sabina, Lionel sat up dejectedly and pouted as Sabina unhooked her legs from around his waist. “Please don’t make me wait long,” he begged.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll let you know.” Then she sat up, pecked him on the lips, and then went to freshen up before she went to tend to baby Lionel.

Lionel stared after her and shook his head in wonder. The things I do for love, he thought.
Broken: Chapter 28
Hello, my darlings! Things are starting to get interesting...and we learn that Sabina can be quite the tease.

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When Faye came to, she was lying on her back. Her hands were free and she was feeling a little confused, but also blithe. Her shoulders were sore and her wrists had faint rope burns around them. She cursed Cyril silently as she assessed herself. Surprisingly, she was still dressed in her lingerie and she felt…dirty, to say the least. When she looked up, she found Cyril sitting at the foot of the bed, facing away from her.

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” he turned and said with a smile. “I thought you were out for the count…Are you all right?”

“…A little sore, but I’ll be all right,” Faye said with a wince as she sat up.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you.” He crawled up to her and kissed her until she was on her back again.

Something felt different to Faye. Cyril wasn’t being threatening, demanding, or sadistic. He was being kind and gentle; the way she was used to seeing him. “Wait, wait, wait,” Faye said as she gently pushed Cyril away so she could sit up. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Cyril asked, confused by her question.

“Why are you being so kind after you tied me up, wouldn’t let me touch or look at you, hit me, and practically pounded me into the bed?”

Cyril took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, Faye. I was…hurt, angry, and a host of other things. And I needed – I needed something to take my frustrations out on. You were the closest thing and I’m sorry for putting you through all that. That side of me only comes out during certain situations and…this just so happened to be one. Once again, I apologize and you will never see that side of me again…Unless you ask or give me a good reason to show you that side,” he added with a mischievous grin.

Faye couldn't stay mad at him when he made a face like that, but she had to let him know something. “There’s a chance I might get pregnant, you know,” she said innocently.

“I won’t sell it, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I’m not implying anything,” she said with a shrug. “I just wanted to let you know, so you wouldn't be confused if it happened.”

“You need to give me more credit, love,” he said as he crawled back on top of her. “There’s no way I would forget the conception of my own child.”

“Well, if I do get pregnant,” Faye began as she wrapped her arms around Cyril’s neck, “and I have a boy, his name will be Cyril Lathorien Van Tassel II. What do you think?”

“That sounds wonderful, Faye.” He pecked her on the lips. “Now, as I said before, I’m not done with you.”

“I’m all yours. Do with me as you please.”

“Gladly.” He started with her neck, planting gentle kisses here and there.

“Oh, Cyril,” Faye whispered, running her hands across his shoulders.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes…More, please?”

He ran a single finger down her chest, past her navel, and it came to rest on her womanhood, which he started to rub seductively slow. Faye moaned and immediately arched into his touch, begging for more. Cyril continued to torture her at his slow pace, but acquiesced and picked up the pace when she started pulling his hair. He let her get her rise, but as soon as she started mewling and clawing at his shirt, he stopped.

Faye looked up at Cyril with tearful questioning eyes and choked, “Why? Why’d you stop? It was just starting to feel-,” He silenced her with a kiss and Faye instantly started to melt. Before she could be completely whisked away, Cyril broke the kiss.

He looked down at her and said, “Because you still have to learn who’s boss.” Faye opened her mouth to retort, but Cyril cut her off saying, “And you need to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?”

Of course, I trust you! If I didn’t trust you, I never would’ve come back in the first place! Now, are you going to make love to me or not?”

Cyril looked her over in a prudish manner without saying a word. Then without a warning, he grabbed the front of Faye’s chemise and pulled, ripping it clean off her. Faye looked down at herself then up at the material in Cyril’s hand in horror. “What is wrong with you?!” she shrieked. “I loved that chemise!”

“You don’t need it for what we’re about to do anyway,” Cyril said as he tossed the rag aside and began to disrobe. It was a distraction, anyway, he thought.

“But, it was so pretty,” Faye pouted.

“I’ll buy you a prettier one.” He tossed his shirt to the floor some feet away from the bed.

“But, that was the prettiest one for miles around!” she whined.

Cyril rolled his eyes exasperatedly. “Fine. I’ll buy you a replacement along with a few others if it’ll make you feel any better. But, will you please just stop whining long enough not to kill the mood?”

“…I’ll try.”

Cyril rid himself of his pants and underwear and said, “Thank you.” Then he assumed the position, planted a gentle kiss on Faye’s lips, and continued his trail down to her neck. Faye turned her head in the opposite direction, giving him more access to her flesh. Cyril took advantage of that, sucking and biting the pale unblemished flesh.

Faye was starting to get restless. “Cyril,” she whined. “I’ve had enough. Do it, already.”

Being the devil he was, Cyril wasn’t about to give in so easily. He took one of her nipples and squeezed, eliciting a gasp from Faye. Then he followed that with a twist, making her yelp and beg for mercy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she squealed. Then Cyril let go and smiled to himself. “You’re…so…mean,” Faye said between pants.

“You love it, though.” Faye looked away and covered her face as she turned scarlet red. She didn’t want to admit it, but a part of her liked it when Cyril tortured her. Cyril chuckled and said, “I’m not judging you. I just find it…awfully cute.”

“Please just get this over with,” she mumbled.

“One does not rush love, my dear,” Cyril said, removing Faye’s hands from her face. “It is meant to be savored and memorable.”

He held Faye’s gaze for what seemed to be an eternity. He had something in his eye; something Faye had only seen when he had seen or spoken of Sabina. Was this…love? Could it have been the one thing she had been dying to have ever since she met him?

As if he had read her mind, Cyril said, “I love you, Faye…Never forget that.”

Those words were enough to make Faye cry. She reached up, wrapped her arms around Cyril, and wept with joy. She had finally achieved her goal; she had won Cyril’s heart and was overjoyed to no measure.

She released him enough to look in his eyes and said, “I love you, too…I’ve loved you for a long time, now. And I’m just so happy to know that the feeling is mutual. Now, if you would please – Please make love to me. I can’t wait anymore!”

Cyril assumed the position and looked at Faye for clearance, which she gave. Before he moved, Faye stopped him and whispered, “Don’t hold back.” He nodded then buried himself deep inside of her. He waited for Faye’s permission to continue. “Move,” she whispered and he did. He made sure to take his time and go slowly because he wanted to savor the moment, as he had said before.

“Faster,” Faye breathed when she felt she needed more from Cyril. He gladly obliged and watched amazed as Faye began to lose herself in the passion. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung agape in pure ecstasy as she allowed herself to feel and relish the feelings Cyril was causing her to feel in that moment.

“Oh, Faye,” Cyril moaned as he started to thrust deeper, causing Faye to scream as she dug her nails into his back. He hissed at the sensation, but took much pleasure in knowing that Faye was enjoying this just as much as he, if not more so.

Soon after, Faye was a moaning, babbling mess beneath Cyril. He had brought her to four climaxes and she was still begging for more. Cyril was patient and hadn’t released yet because he was more concerned about Faye’s pleasure since this was their first time actually “making love” and he wanted it to be special for her.

“Cyril,” Faye moaned, “t-take me from the side.”

“Feeling…adventurous, are we?” he asked as he turned her on her side, lifted her leg, placed it over his shoulder, and began to take her in the way she asked.

“Y~Y~Yes!” she squealed as she reached yet another climax. Cyril stopped moving upon seeing Faye go limp after this. Was she still breathing? He got his answer when he saw her stir and she looked up at him, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. Then she asked, “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I thought you…”

“I’m fine,” Faye insisted. “It’s just that the last one was…very intense.” She looked at him sideways for a moment. “You haven’t come yet…why do you hold back?”

“I-I wanted to pleasure you.”

“Oh, please,” Faye mumbled as she took her leg from over Cyril’s shoulder, turned around, and gently pushed Cyril back until he was lying down. Then she got on top of him, straddling his hips. “You shouldn’t be concerned about me…I’m the one who should be concerned...” She started to ease herself onto his throbbing member. “A-About…you.”

Cyril looked up at her in wonder as she took him in completely. By the look on Faye’s face, he could tell that she was in a good place; a very good place. “Y-You-,” he said breathlessly.

“D-Don’t worry about me,” Faye hissed as she grabbed his idle hands and placed them on her hips. “Just…love me.” Then she began to grind her hips against him. Cyril got this hint and immediately took control. He grabbed her hips and thrust upward, pulling her down to meet him.

It wasn’t long before Faye got lost in the pleasure of it all. Cyril was an animal; the most ardent she had ever seen him. He was giving it his all; his best. She could honestly say she felt that he was…enjoying this. She confirmed it when she felt one of his hands find its way up to her breast. “Ah, Cyril,” she gasped as she arched into his touch. Then he seized her nipple and squeezed, causing her to bite back a moan.

Cyril looked up at Faye. She was lost in euphoric bliss. Her cheeks were blazing red, her eyes glazed over, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth; all while he impaled her. He figured it wouldn’t be long until she came again, so he decided to change things. He flipped her so that she was once again on her back and he was on top. Then he began to thrust like a mad man; rousing many moans and mewls from Faye.

He leaned forward and started licking, biting, and sucking Faye’s neck and chest. He didn’t know how she felt about marks, but that didn’t matter to him then. All he was concerned with was fulfilling his urge to lick, suck, or bite something. Faye didn’t protest. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to voice her pleasure. Then it got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore. “Cyril,” she panted. “I-I can’t hold it anymore!”

“Wait for me, Faye.”

“I-I’ll try,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she dug her nails into Cyril’s shoulders, trying to hold it together.

Cyril thrust his hips at least ten more times, each weakening Faye’s willpower even more. On his final thrust, he let out a cry of pure satisfaction as he reached his climax and released inside of Faye who screamed his name as she reached her climax as well. Then Cyril collapsed on top of her and the two tried to catch their breath.

When they’d come down from their high, they were able to look at each other. Neither said a word; they just stared at each other fondly. Faye was tempted to ask for another go, but she decided against that since she had had her fill and she didn’t want to be too demanding. Besides, she had said that it was about Cyril’s pleasure to begin with. Instead, she just smiled at Cyril and stroked his face with the back of her hand. Cyril closed his eyes and savored her touch because it truly was a gift to him; one that he wouldn’t take for granted.

Then Cyril playfully nuzzled Faye’s neck, causing her to squeal at the tickling sensation. When he had stopped and Faye had caught her breath, she asked, “Are you satisfied or do you feel that you need to…take out your frustrations further?”

“No,” Cyril replied as he turned so he was lying beside Faye on his side. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Did I please you?” she asked as she fiddled with the sheet.

“Yes. Yes, you did.”

Faye smiled at this small victory, but she just wanted to know one more thing. “Was I better than Sabina?” Her eyes locked with Cyril’s and the loving smile he wore disappeared in seconds. “Well?”

“…You know that’s not fair,” he said in a somewhat strained tone of voice as he looked away from her. It was as if he were fighting the urge to lash out at her.

“Cyril, I just want to know,” Faye insisted.

“What difference does it make?” He turned and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“It—I…I just want to know that I can make you feel just as good as Sabina did.” She placed her hands on his shoulders. “I need to know so I can learn how to please you the way you deserve to be.”

Cyril sat, pondering what Faye had said. He didn’t speak for a long time. He wondered what possessed Faye to ask him that after they had shared such a beautiful moment. It wasn’t necessary, let alone fair for her to ask such a question; considering what had transpired not even two hours before. He still loved Sabina despite the fact that she hated him and regretted that she ever loved him. “You pleased me, Faye.”

Faye’s hands slid off his shoulders and she came to sit beside him, but he didn’t look at her. “…But?” she asked expectantly.

“But…” Cyril scoffed before he rubbed his eyes then ran his hands through his hair until his fingers came to rest at the base of his neck as he held his head down and stared at the floor. “It wasn’t fair for you to ask me that.”

“Why?” Faye asked innocently.

“Don’t play coy with me, Faye. You know exactly why you shouldn’t have asked me.”


“I l—I love Sabina and I did a terrible thing to her…to our daughter…to us. And I realize that by doing so, I have ruined any chance of ever getting back into her good graces or winning back her affections. That is why you shouldn’t have asked me whether you were better than her, my dear,” Cyril ended as he came to glare at Faye with cold eyes, causing her to shy away from him.

“…So, does that mean I wasn’t better?” Cyril didn’t reply. “W-What can I do bet-,”

Cyril sucked his teeth and hissed, “Get out.”

Faye looked at Cyril in shock. She blinked a few times as she tried to process what he had just said to her. Before she could ask him what he said, he cut her off again saying, “Get. Out. You’ve caused me enough headache and heartache in one night.”

“But, Cyril, I-,”

“I’m not going to ask you again,” he said in the lowest, most ominous voice Faye had ever heard him speak.

She glared at him as her heart filled with rage. Then her expression softened to that of one who is genuinely confused. “I…I don’t understand,” she said quietly.

“You don’t have to understand, Faye,” Cyril said with an exasperated sigh.

“I just want to know-,”

Cyril had heard enough of her whining. “Alright, you want to know my honest opinion?” he snapped. “Fine, I’ll give it to you: You are no match to Sabina. It’s possible that you could be in time, but now…not so much.”

Faye was silent for some time. She was trying to take the blow that Cyril rendered to her. So, I’m not good enough? she thought. Will I…ever be good enough? Will I ever compare to-, She couldn’t finish her thought. Just the thought of being inferior to Sabina sent her into a furious rage.

She jumped from the bed, came to stand in front of Cyril and said, “I took the liberty to pleasure you and this is the thanks I get?! How dare you! Who do you think you are?!” Her voice rose with every word as the rage continued to course through her veins.

As she continued to rant, Cyril got up, went to his dresser, grabbed a clean white shirt, walked over to Faye, put it on her, and escorted her to the door. Once she was over the threshold, he slammed the door in her face and locked it before she could utter another word. Then Cyril trudged back to his bed where he collapsed and drifted off to sleep.

Faye stood before Cyril’s bedroom door wearing a face that displayed utter sadness. She placed her hand on the dark wooden frame and her face soon followed. She closed her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry, Cyril…I didn’t mean to upset you.” She honestly didn’t think that he would get so worked up over such a simple question.

However, this so-called simple question was far from simple. She only came to uncover the underlying power of the complexity this question held. To Faye, all she was doing was seeking guidance as to how she could properly please Cyril in asking said question. To Cyril, she was reminding him of how he had failed as a lover and confidant in regards to Sabina and that made him feel even worse than he already felt. Faye partially understood why he was upset, but she couldn’t seem to comprehend the whole picture because in her mind, Cyril should have been over Sabina since he was supposed to love her hence why he returned to his room to meet her that evening.

Faye waited a little while before she left, hoping Cyril would cave and let her back in. That moment never came. So with a defeated sigh, she turned on her heel and began to wander the halls. She wandered aimlessly for what seemed to be hours until she found herself in an empty guest room. She turned on the light and the beauty of the room instantly astounded her. Faye took in the lovely combination of crimson and black against delicate splashes of gold. The floor was a beige marble unlike the typical white throughout the mansion, but it went well against the dark wood of the furniture. The sheets and drapes were a beautiful deep crimson with intricate black embroideries.

However, the most beautiful thing in the room happened to be a large golden clock, which hung on the wall opposite of the bed. Faye got closer so she could get a better look at it. She assumed that it was an antique worth a lot of money and she could understand why. Everything was practically pure gold, besides the face. She stared at it in awe. Then something else caught her attention. On a small end table near the closet, a small picture frame held a picture of a woman. Faye made her way over and picked up the picture. She saw the woman had long wavy black hair, sported a smile with her red lips closed, and her dark eyes – held an expression so intense that you felt like an unknown force was drawing you in.

Faye’s fascination was broken when she heard someone say, “Faye?” She looked up and saw Alfred standing in the doorway. “What are you doing in here? Better yet, what are you doing up this late?”

“U-Uh, Cyril kicked me out,” she stammered as she placed the picture in its original place. “So, I found myself wandering and I eventually stumbled upon this room.”

“Ah, I see…It is lovely, though, isn’t it?” Alfred asked as he entered the room and looked around.


“Why, the room, of course.”

“Ah…Yes, it is,” Faye replied as she mirrored Alfred and looked around the room.

“This used to be Rose’s room,” he said with a smile.


“Rose. Rose Santillian-Devereux.” He noticed that Faye still looked confused. He sighed, “Cyril’s very first love.”

“Oh…Is this her?” Faye asked, pointing to the picture.

Alfred came closer and picked up the picture. Then he put it back down with a smile, saying, “Yes, it is.”

“Where is she now?”

“I’m afraid she died prematurely, so you won’t have the pleasure of meeting her.”

“What happened to her?”

“No one knows,” Alfred said with a shrug. “She just…died unexpectedly.”

“…Cyril must’ve been heartbroken.”

“He was…So much so, that he locked himself away in his study and didn’t come out for forty days.”

“Oh, my goodness…” Faye shivered at the morbidity of the picture her mind painted of Cyril wallowing in sorrow. However, part of her somewhat envied Rose for her ability to entrance the man so much that he would react that way. How she longed to have such an effect on Cyril. “…She was beautiful, though,” she managed despite said envy.

“Yes, indeed she was; both inside and out.”

“How did she and Cyril meet?”

“Well, he bought her along with Jacques.”

“Oh? Then was she Jacques’ sister?”

“Oh, no darling. You’ve got it all wrong. Rose was Jacques’ wife.” Faye’s eyes grew wide at this news. “Yes, Cyril has always seemed to have an affinity toward women who are in some kind of relationship whether it be marriage, betrothal, courtship – You name it, he’s done it.”

“Then…what was so different about Rose?”

“I wish I could tell you, Faye. But, I don’t know. Yes, she was beautiful outwardly and inwardly, but I can’t tell you exactly what drew Cyril to her. Perhaps it was the same thing in her he sees in Sabina.” He chuckled, but soon stopped when he noticed Faye wasn’t laughing. “No one has been in this room for ages.”

“Is it the same from when she died?” Faye asked in a rather monotonic voice.

“Yes, it is. This was her domain, all right. The smell, the colors…everything in here is a small representation of Rose.”

“...Alfred?” Faye said rather suddenly.


“Have you ever…made love before?” Alfred’s eyes grew wide, his face went red, and his throat got dry. He began to stammer all over himself. Then Faye smiled at him and that didn’t help, either. “It’s all right if you haven’t,” she said as she began to walk toward him.

Alfred continued to stammer as he backed away from her. Then the backs of his legs hit the foot of the bed. He was trapped with nowhere to go.

“What’s the matter?” Faye asked innocently as she raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek. “You’re sweating terribly and you’re shaking like a leaf.”

“F-F-Faye, why did you a-a-ask me s-s-such a q-question?”

Faye smiled again as she continued to caress his face. “Because I’d like to make you an offer,” she replied.

Alfred was afraid to ask what this offer entailed, but he asked anyway. “Wh-What is it?”

“…I want you, Alfred.” He looked down at her in shock. “And I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me lately. I also saw back when I was younger and more…naïve, but I never addressed it since I wasn’t sure what these signs meant.”

“Faye, I’ve never-,”

“You want me…I know you do…and you know what? I want you, too. And I am willing to give myself to you just so you can do what you’ve always wanted to do.”

“B-But, Faye, I-,”

She put a finger to his lips and whispered, “Is it me that you think of when you’re alone in your quarters at night, Alfred? Is it my face that you see when you close your eyes as you pleasure yourself?” She ran her hand down his cheek, neck, and torso until it came to rest on his belt buckle. “Am I the one you wish to violate, dominate, and make into your dripping wet fantasy?”

Alfred was shaking so bad he thought he would faint. He was trying to keep his composure because all he wanted to do right then was grab Faye and derail her right there on the floor where she stood. “Y-Yes,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Faye smiled upon hearing this. “Then, by all means…do what you must,” she said as she took a step back and waited for Alfred to make his move. When he didn’t move, Faye asked, “What’s the matter?”

“W-Well, this is embarrassing,” he mumbled as he twiddled his thumbs.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I…I don’t…I don’t really know how.” He braced himself for the outburst of laughter he was expecting, but it never came.

Faye asked, “Is this really your first time?”

Alfred looked down at the floor as his cheeks began to flush again. “Yes,” he mumbled.

“Aw!” Faye squealed. “That’s adorable!”

“P-Please don’t-,”

“It’s all right, Alfred. There’s no need to be ashamed…If you’re willing, I’d be honored to be the first woman you bed.”

Alfred was able to calm down knowing that Faye was giving him a choice in the matter. Yes, he was somewhat ecstatic. He had been waiting for this moment ever since Cyril had brought her home and now that he had the chance to take her, he was ready to jump at the opportunity. Despite the fact, part of him did not want to take this opportunity for two reasons: Cyril and his knowledge of Faye’s relationship with Cyril. Although he was grateful for the opportunity to choose, he couldn’t help but feel that Faye would still convince him even if he did decline. Plus, she also had the power to speak against him to Cyril. In that moment, he was between a rock and hard place.

Faye slightly tilted her head as she wondered why Alfred hadn’t said anything. “Well?” she asked.

Alfred looked down at the floor and swallowed hard. Then he looked at her and asked, “What about Cyril?”

“…Cyril won’t ever know,” Faye replied with a smile.

Alfred looked at her skeptically. He wasn’t sure about her. How could he know if she was being truthful when he didn’t know her all that well to begin with. “How do I know I can trust you?” he asked, squinting at her.

Faye moved so she sat beside him on the bed. “You could start by closing the door,” she said softly.

Alfred looked at the door and saw that it was wide open. It seemed almost ironic; like the door of a small birdcage left open. It was the perfect opportunity to escape, but did he want to escape the thing he’d been hoping for all this time? He slowly rose from the bed and began to approach the door.

As he walked, he could feel Faye’s eyes boring into his back like daggers. Everything in his being was telling him to leave; no explanation necessary. He was then standing at the door; his hand on the doorknob and unsure what his next move would be. Would he save himself from the risk of being found out and having to face the wrath of Cyril? Or would he take the risk for what it was worth and allow himself to get lost in whatever pleasure Faye had to give him?

He sighed then turned to look at Faye and said in the most dignified voice he could muster saying, “I’m sorry, Faye…The offer you made is very, very tempting, but I can’t bring myself to do this. It’s wrong and I won’t allow myself to betray my master. He’s been too kind to me as it is.”

Faye did not speak. Neither did she move to try to touch him. All she did was stare at him blankly, which slightly unnerved Alfred. She held his gaze for a long time; her stare was so intense that it literally kept Alfred in place. He felt paralyzed; like one of the unfortunate souls in Greek mythology who looked into the eyes of Medusa.

He was about to bid her good night when she asked, “Why do you think that sleeping with me will be betraying Cyril?”

“W-What do you mean?” Alfred asked, confused as to how Faye could not understand his explanation as to why he refused to sleep with her.

“How can you betray someone if they don’t know about the supposed betrayal?”

“They may not know, but I will know and I don’t want the burden of knowing I betrayed my master on my conscience. I could never bring myself to look him in the eye after…taking something of his.”

“Aw, how noble of you,” Faye said with feign admiration for Alfred’s devotion to Cyril. Then she crossed the floor and pushed the door shut before leaning against it. “But, I’m not taking no for an answer,” she said with a wicked smile.

Alfred looked at her as if he were looking at the devil himself. “Faye, I am going to ask you once and only once to step aside.”

“Or what? You’ll run and tell Cyril I tried to seduce you?” She chuckled upon seeing him scowl in frustration. “Do you not know who you’re talking to? I have the power to make or break you. All I have to do is tell Cyril that you raped me and he will not hesitate to end you.”

“Master Van Tassel knows me well enough to know that I would never do such a thing!” Alfred spat. He was outraged that a sweet girl like Faye would threaten to do something like that. It turns out that she wasn’t as sweet as he thought. “I have served him for seventeen years and not once have I ever offended him.”

“Do you really think that seventeen years will compare to his love for me?”

Alfred opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. He knew that Cyril had a hot head, which often led him to act without thinking and that was the very thing he feared the most. Despite how much he wanted to believe that Cyril would consider his knowledge of Alfred’s character were Faye to falsely accuse him, he feared that the man would not even bother to listen to him in his fit of rage and have him punished to the highest degree. “Yes,” he replied despite his doubt. “...Yes, I do. Now, if you would please step aside, I must be getting to bed.”

Faye did not move. Instead, she looked up at Alfred with a quizzical look on her face. He could see the gears turning in her head, but he wasn’t sure what her next move would be. He was about to ask her to move a third time when she said, “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Believe what?”

“That your seventeen years of impeccable service will outweigh Cyril’s love for me.” Alfred looked down at the floor. “I knew it…” She walked past him and sat at the foot of the bed. “You asked how you knew you could trust me before…So, let me prove it to you.”

“How?” Alfred asked with a tilt of his head.

Faye smiled seductively and whispered, “Come here.” Alfred took one step toward her. “Closer.” Two steps. Faye was getting annoyed, so she just said, “Let me be frank. I’ll prove myself by offering myself to you to use however you please, but there’s a catch.”

“I’m listening,” Alfred said as he came even closer.

“You must agree to come pleasure me whenever I call…and in exchange, I promise to never tell Cyril anything about you violating me. Do we have a deal?”

“So, if I agree to sleep with you whenever you ask from this point on,” Alfred began as he sat beside her on the bed, “you promise not to falsely accuse me?” Faye nodded.

Alfred assessed the situation. He knew he was running a great risk because who was to say whether Faye was telling the truth then? She could always go to Cyril after their affair on that evening. Then again, he had always wanted to do things to Faye or have her do things to him. He wasn’t sure which role he preferred at the moment, but nonetheless it was a rather thorny situation.

“Well?” Faye asked.

Alfred sighed and said, “I agree.” Faye began to cheer, but Alfred cut her off saying, “If you shake on it.” He extended his hand.

Faye looked at his hand then at him. Then she slid closer to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “How about a kiss instead?”

“Deal.” Then suddenly, Alfred pulled her in for a kiss. As soon as their lips crashed, he began to lick and suck with such skill he seemed to be more profound than Cyril. Faye savored the feeling for as long as she could until the need for oxygen became an issue.

She pushed Alfred away, gasping for air before she came to stare at him. When she’d caught her breath, she asked with astonishment, “Where…did you learn to kiss like that?”

Alfred looked away as his face began to flush. “If you really must know,” he mumbled. “M-Master Van Tassel taught me.” Then he looked back at her.

Faye’s eyes grew wide in shock. Did she want to know the method of Cyril’s teaching? She wasn’t even sure herself.

Upon seeing her expression, Alfred explained, “Well, he along with a maid…” Faye was still silent. “Wait…Did you think-? Did you think that Master Van Tassel and I…?” She nodded. “No, no, no. I have never kissed a man before in my life and I’m sure Master Van Tassel could say the same!”

“I’m sorry,” Faye giggled. “I guess I was just trying to say that you’re a good kisser. A very good kisser.”

“Thank you,” he replied, bowing his head.

“Since it’s your first time,” Faye began as she climbed on top of Alfred and straddled his hips, “I suppose I ought to make it special.”

She lifted her hands and bent backwards until her hands met the marble floor and back flipped, landing into a perfect split. Then she rose and began to twist and turn to a rhythm all her own as her hair swung in time. Alfred was entranced by her movements as he watched her execute them with such precision that the finest of dancers would envy her.

Although Faye had never danced like this before – not even for Cyril – she made sure that every move was intentional. Every step she took, every turn she made, every sway of her hips, and every glance at Alfred was deliberate. She wanted to make his first time memorable for him and by the look on his face, she could tell that it was something he would not soon forget. She then opened Cyril’s oversized shirt and let it drape over her shoulders. She saw Alfred’s eyes grow large, so she sought to play a little game. She covered her shoulders again then draped it off again and watched the poor man react in the most adorable ways.

When she figured that Alfred had had enough of her teasing, she ended her dance with a turn leaving her with her back toward him. Then she let the shirt fall off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She heard Alfred gasp upon seeing her naked form save for her white lace panties. She looked over her shoulder and winked at him before she turned and made her way over to him. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, straddling his hips again as she caressed his face.

“W-Why, y-y-yes, I did,” he stammered as he struggled to keep looking her in the eyes. It was his first time ever being this close to a woman. Let alone, a naked woman at that.

Faye smiled down at him and said, “Good.” Then she took his idle hands in hers and placed them on her hips. “Now, since this is your first time, I’d like it to be both a wonderful experience as well as a learning experience.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, Alfred,” she said affectionately, causing shivers to run down Alfred’s spine. “I want you to explore and enjoy the pleasures that the female body has to offer as well as see if you can please me as well.”

“H-How will I know that I’m doing a good job?”

“Oh, you’ll have a decent idea…Shall we begin?”

“…O-Oh, yes. Of course.”

Faye simply prepared herself for whatever Alfred had to give. He started to explore her invisible curves, running his hands up and down her sides. Then he slid his hands down to squeeze her buttocks, causing her to jump. “Easy, tiger,” she said playfully.

Then to her surprise, he slid his hands upwards and began to pay close attention to her breasts, tracing small delicate circles around them before he began to pluck her nipples. Suddenly, he got bold and started to suck on them, eliciting a shudder from her. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling away much to Faye’s disappointment.

“N-Nothing,” Faye breathed. “I just like it when you do that.”

“Oh,” he said. I’ll remember that for next time, he thought. He then began to caress her belly. All he got was a sigh from Faye, so he started to move his hand lower. He heard her breath hitch and that’s when he knew he was well on his way to giving and receiving pleasure. So, he lifted Faye and laid her down on the bed. He internally begged Rose’s forgiveness for soiling her most sacred earthly possession with the fruit of his lust, but he was so close to possessing something he believed he’d always wanted. He looked up at Faye for permission, which she granted, then he removed her panties and tossed them aside.

When he saw her flower, he couldn’t help but stare. He had never seen anything like it. “M-May I?” he asked.

“Please,” Faye replied, spreading her legs even wider, giving him all the room to explore. It started with some clumsy touching and poking. Then he began to rub and pinch. When finally he got the urge to taste, Faye bit back a moan as his tongue made contact with the most sensitive spot on the female body. “Alfred, please,” she begged. “Take me now. I can’t wait anymore.”

“B-But, I-,”

Please!” Her eyes said it all. She wanted him; needed him. And he didn’t want to disappoint her. So, he disrobed immediately and assumed the position he’d seen Cyril take with Sabina that one time. “So, you aren’t completely a virgin if you know what to do,” Faye said mischievously. “Where did you learn this?”

“…I’d rather not share.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“A-Are you ready?” he asked gently.

“The question is: are you ready?”

Alfred looked at her as he considered all the events leading up to this moment. He wouldn’t have taken the time to study and explore her body if he wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen. “Yes, I believe I am.”

“Just…be gentle,” she said as innocently as she could.

“I’ll try,” he replied. He took a deep breath, aligned himself then began to enter her.
The smug look Faye had slowly began to contort into a look of pure shock as she felt herself almost being torn in two. “Ouch,” she hissed.

“Am I hurting you?” Alfred asked, stopping himself from going any further. Faye shook her head no, but Alfred knew she was lying. “Faye, if it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“No, I want it!” she exclaimed, as she looked at him with desperate eyes.

“…Okay.” Then Alfred reluctantly continued. It seemed to take forever, but he was getting there. By that time, Faye had covered her mouth to muffle any pained sounds she was making that would stop Alfred from going through with their agreement. “A-Almost there,” Alfred grunted. She’s so tight, he thought as he fought to keep his composure. Despite the pain he was causing her which she denied, this felt a thousand times better than when he was alone. “Oh, Faye.”

“Alfred,” Faye squealed as she clawed at the sheets, seeking some kind of remedy for this feeling of being stretched beyond her capacity. “I feel like I’m being torn in half!” she cried.

With a satisfied groan, Alfred was finally in. He looked down at Faye and saw tears streaming from her eyes. Then he began to panic. “W-What’s wrong, Faye? Speak to me.”

“You’re…so…big,” she replied.

“A-Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I just…” She looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I’ve never felt so…so full.”

“Am I bigger than-,”

“Yes…Yes, you are. Now, let’s see if you’re any better,” she said, bucking her hips against his.

Alfred smiled and said, “With pleasure.”


The next morning, frantic knocking filled Sabina’s bedroom. Lionel was already awake, so he walked toward the door without saying a word as not to reveal himself. “Sabina, please open up! It’s me, Ms. Mariam! It’s urgent!” cried a desperate Ms. Mariam.

Lionel unlocked and opened the door placing his finger to his lips so Mariam would know to keep quiet. The poor old woman looked distraught. He had an idea what she was there about, but he didn’t let her know that. When she was quiet, he stepped aside and let her in, closing the door behind her. “Now, what’s the matter, Ms. Mariam?” he asked in a whisper.

“Hope is missing!” she managed to whisper in a hoarse voice despite her alarm. “When I went to feed her and her brother, her crib was empty,” she sobbed.

“I know, Ms. Mariam,” Lionel said flatly.

Mariam stopped weeping then looked at Lionel in shock. “You know? But, how?”

Lionel looked at Sabina who was remarkably still asleep. Then he took a step closer to Mariam, leaned in, and whispered, “Cyril sold her to Sabina’s former master last night.”

Mariam pulled away and gasped. “No!” Lionel shrugged. “That bastard!” she wept. “How dare he do such a thing! What did precious little Hope do to deserve that? And I should’ve known! He had the children moved to a different room! Why didn’t I see it then?!”

“It’s all right, Ms. Mariam,” Lionel managed, wrapping an arm around the poor woman he’d grown to love as a grandmother.

“Oh, and my dear Sabina! What-How is she?”

Lionel rolled his eyes. “How do you think?” he said rather bluntly.

“I-I’m sorry. She must be…Oh, poor thing. I’ll be praying for the both of you.”

“Thank you. It’s much appreciated. But in the midst of all this, please act as naturally as possible. The last thing we need is hysterics; especially Sabina.”

“I-I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you.” Lionel opened the door for her and closed it behind her, not forgetting to lock it.

He leaned back against the door and looked at the ceiling with a sigh. He’d been up half the night comforting Sabina, listening to her cry and moan. He even shed a few tears himself because he had lost a daughter too. At least that is how he saw Hope. As much time as he spent with her, she ought to have been his. Then he spent the other half of the night thinking and plotting his revenge. This was only the second time he had ever been so angered and saddened that he honestly had no idea what to do. Cyril had struck one too many nerves with Lionel. He had hoped the man would change, but sadly, that was not the case. That man was too dangerous for words and he needed to be stopped.

Lionel was brought back to reality when he heard his name being called faintly. He listened then heard it again. It was Sabina. She was finally awake. He rushed to her bedside and kissed her forehead lovingly. “I’m here, love. I’m here.”

“I thought you left me,” she choked.

“No,” he said shaking his head. “Never. Not at a time like this…not ever.”

Sabina looked broken. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, her hair was unkempt, and her spirit – oh, her spirit. The seemingly resilient flame that had once been there had been reduced to a heap of lukewarm coals. “Was that Mariam?” she asked.

“Yes, it was.”

“What did she want?”

Lionel hesitated. He couldn’t tell her that Mariam had come to tell her that Hope was gone. She’d gone through enough already, having witnesses the exchange herself. The last thing she needed was to be reminded upon waking up.

“What is it?” Sabina asked as she started to get self-conscious after watching Lionel stare at her for so long without uttering a word. She knew she had to look terrible, but somehow she felt there was more to his silence. “Let me guess…she wanted to tell me-,”

“Yes,” Lionel said as he looked away from Sabina. “She wanted to tell you about Hope,” he finished, trying not to sound so dejected. He heard Sabina’s breathe hitch. When he looked back at her, her eyes were squeezed shut as she was biting her lower lip and shaking as she silently choked on her sobs. He immediately pulled her close and hugged her tightly, kissing her temple apologetically.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sabina choked as she tried to get herself together.

“No, I’m sorry,” Lionel said as he pulled away just enough so he could look into her teary eyes. “I didn’t mean for you to-,”

“It was bound to happen anyway,” she said with a shrug. “I guess I’m not quite ready to accept the fact that she’s gone.”

“She’s not gone.”

“What’re you talking about?” Sabina said with a roll of her eyes.

“You speak as if she’s hundreds of miles out of reach.”

“Well, she is.”

“That may be so, but that doesn’t mean we’re not able to get her back.”

Sabina could feel the confidence pulsing from Lionel, but she couldn’t help but doubt. “Oh? How are we going to do that?”

“We’re going to take her back.”

Sabina sighed as she wiped away her tears. “You obviously don’t know Lars,” she sniffled.

“Who’s Lars?”

“He’s my former master…and he runs a much tighter ship than Cyril, here.”

“Does he have guards?”


“So, I guess we’re not just going to march up in there and demand to have Hope, huh?”

“We could try…but that would run the risk of us getting recaptured, forced into servitude, and possibly separated.”

“Then, what do you suggest we do?”

Sabina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She loved Lionel to death, but she hated his naivete sometimes. It was obvious what he needed to do, but he wasn’t fit to figure it out on his own. So, Sabina said, “Lionel, before you kill Cyril, you must have him sign a document that ensures us our freedom and have him seal it with his signet ring.”

“And what will that do?”

“It will keep Lars from enslaving us.”

Lionel caressed Sabina’s face with his hand as a smile came to his face. “I knew I married you for a reason. Beauty and brains!”

“Promise me you’ll do so.”

“Trust me, my love. I will.”

Sabina smiled lovingly at her beloved husband. He had grown so much over the course of their short marriage even though it seemed like they had been married for centuries. She considered all he had done up until that very moment and was sure that he wouldn’t let her down and see his plan through. “When will you execute your plan?” she asked.

Lionel hesitated as he looked at her sheepishly. “Honestly…I don’t even know.”

“You don’t know?”

“No…” he said with a shake of his head.

Sabina was disappointed in Lionel, but she couldn’t be completely upset with him because she understood that these things took time and planning. Yes, she wanted vengeance, but he could only do but so much at this point in time. “Don’t worry, love,” she said as she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “…Something will fall through.”

“Hopefully,” he said, hanging his head.

“It will,” Sabina insisted as she lifted his head so she could look him in his eyes. “You just need the right opportunity, right?” He nodded. “What will that look like?”

“…I’ll know it when I feel it.”

Sabina sensed the surety in his voice and she couldn’t argue with that. “Well, be sure to let me know when you plan to execute your plan; because I’d like to be present at such a momentous occasion and witness justice being served cold.”

Lionel looked at Sabina in shock. Never had he imagined that he would see her desire – crave – to see someone suffer. “Darling, I mean no offense, but I think that I’d work better alone on this.”

Sabina’s demeanor changed from one of optimism and hope to one of dark, quiet rage. “Are you saying that I shouldn’t be present at his execution?”

Lionel chuckled, but there was no humor present. “No, love. That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“Then what, pray tell, are you saying?”

He took her hand in his and said in a calm, gentle voice as if to soothe the savage beast saying, “All I’m trying to say is that you don’t have be present for something like this. Just let me take care of it and-,”

“So, you’re basically saying that I don’t have a right to be there,” Sabina said softly.


“Yes,” she snapped, turning to look at him quickly, “you are.” She snatched her hand out of his and stood to her feet. “Lionel, I have every right to be present at Cyril’s execution. Do you know how much damage this man has done to me – To us? He has used and abused me more times than I can count and I’m tired. I want – No – I need to see him suffer.

“I need to see him pay for what he has done,” she choked. “For that is the only way that I’ll be able to be free from all the pain, all the trauma, heartache, and headache he’s caused me. It is my right to be there. Don’t deny me my peace of mind...Please. I implore you.”

Lionel studied her and pondered her words. She was right. She had every right to be present at Cyril’s execution because she needed release from the prison known as Lord Cyril Van Tassel. “Alright,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll let you know.”

Sabina hugged him tightly. “Oh, thank you, Lionel. Thank you!”

Lionel hugged her back and whispered, “You’re welcome, love.”

Even though he had said that he’d let her know when he would execute his plan, Lionel didn’t mean it. He had no intention of letting Sabina anywhere near Cyril when he caught him. He understood that she wanted closure, but he needed it even more. He had been subjected to the horror of being forced to watch his wife get raped while he couldn’t do anything about it. Yes, Sabina had suffered from being raped countless times and was more than entitled to see this monster’s end. He understood how personal this was to her as a woman, since she had been violated, but it was even more personal to him as a man in that something of his was taken and he couldn’t even fight to protect it.

One way or another, Lionel was going to have his revenge…This he swore.
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Sabina awoke with a start. She looked around the bedroom and took in the scenery. It was dark, the curtains were drawn, and it was quiet besides Lionel’s snores. How long was I asleep? she thought. She went to sit up, but couldn’t do so since Lionel had his arms tight around her waist. She didn’t know why, but she had a strange sense of longing. She felt like she needed to talk to Cyril. It didn’t make any sense. She had just rejected his proposal for the second time and now she needed to talk to him? She shook her head at this and was able to disentangle herself from Lionel’s grip and the sheets, and get up without waking him. Then after putting on her robe, she left the room to look for Cyril.

Luckily, she caught a glimpse of him walking down the adjacent hallway. She ran to catch up to him and once he was in her sight again, she called out to him.

Cyril froze upon hearing his name, but not just in any voice; it was Sabina’s voice. He had expected her to be asleep, but he supposed that fate would say otherwise. He sighed then plastered a smile on his face, turned, and said, “Sabina, what a surprise. What are you doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same,” she said with a chuckle. “But to be honest, I…woke up with a start and suddenly got the urge to speak to you. I don’t know why.”



“Was it about anything in particular?”

“No, not really…”

An awkward silence passed between the two. During which, Sabina took a moment to assess the man before her. He seemed…distracted. He kept fidgeting, scratching the back of his head, looking at his watch, and failing to make direct eye contact. His demeanor was different as well. Cyril was usually bold and extravagant; oozing confidence, but in this moment, he was quiet and reserved. One could even say secretive. Although he was speaking to her, it was clear that his thoughts were elsewhere.

“Are you alright?” Sabina asked.

“Huh? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You seem…distracted. Do you have to be somewhere or have something to do?”

“Why, yes. I actually have some business to attend to.”

“Oh?” Sabina said, suddenly curious. “I don’t mean to pry, but what kind of business?”

Cyril was prepared for that question. He lied through his teeth saying, “Just a small transaction along with some paper work that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh, alright then. Well, I’ll let you go take care of that.”

“Thank you for checking up on me, Sabina. I really appreciate it.”

Sabina gave him a small smile. “You’re welcome. Good night, Cyril.”

“Good night, love.”

Then Sabina turned on her heel and began to walk away, but just as she was getting ready to turn the corner to the hallway that led to her room, she stopped and looked back at Cyril who was then walking away. She suddenly got the urge to follow him. She didn’t know why she had this urge, but nonetheless, she decided to follow him; being sure to keep quiet while doing so.

She followed him down three corridors before she saw him stop at a door that looked awfully familiar. She dodged behind a large statue and watched him enter the room. He was in there for a long time. Then he emerged, carrying a small pink bundle. He was holding Hope. Then he just stood there, smiling down at her and talking to her. It surprised Sabina that she talked – or babbled – back. It was even more amazing that Cyril could be so gentle despite his violent alter ego.

Then he started walking down the hall. Sabina thought she could go back to her room, but then she looked around and took in her surroundings. It seemed eerily familiar to her…like she had been there before. The red carpet, the dark brown molding on the walls, and even the statue she hid behind moments before looked familiar. She ignored all that and followed Cyril.

Sabina soon found herself at the top of the stairs that led down to the grand foyer. She hid behind a column and watched Cyril go down the stairs and enter the sitting room where the light was already on. Something wasn’t right. Cyril said he had business to take care of not too long before, so wouldn’t he have gone to his office? And why did he have Hope? Sabina slowly descended the stairs and crossed the cold white marble floor toward the well-lit sitting room where she heard Cyril talking with someone, whose voice she did not recognize.

She stopped by the threshold and was overcome by an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. She could no longer hear the voices of Cyril and the mystery man. For all she knew, she was floating between time and space. Suddenly, she was brought back to reality when she heard Cyril say, “That will be ten thousand.”

Then Sabina peeked into the room and she froze at the sight of whom and what she saw unfolding before her. She had caught Cyril as he was about to sell their daughter, Hope, to her cruel former master, Lars. All she could say was, “Cyril.”

Then Cyril and Lars looked at her simultaneously. Cyril’s eyes grew large in horror at the sight of Sabina while a look of pure amusement came to Lars’ face. Cyril quickly retracted his extended hand that was about to receive a large bundle of money, and stammered, “S-Sabina. W-What’re you-,”

“What are you doing?” Sabina growled as she got to him in only two steps. “Why is he here? What is this?”


“Is this the ‘business transaction’ you were referring to?” Sabina demanded. Cyril couldn’t answer her. “Cyril, ans-,”

“My, my, my,” said Lars as he came to stand between the two. “It’s a surprise seeing you again, Sabina. I never would’ve dreamed that I’d see your beautiful face in a million years.” He smiled that same sick smile that he would whenever he was plotting to have his way with Sabina when he owned her.

“Give me my daughter, you pervert,” she hissed.

“I’m sorry, dear. But, I can’t do that,” Lars said as he shrunk back from Sabina and drew Hope closer to him, as if he were trying to protect her from her own mother.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve already signed the documents and I was about to pay when you walked in.”

Sabina turned to Cyril and said, “Cyril, he can’t be serious.”

“…He’s right, Sabina. I can’t deny him the product after we’ve already signed off on it.”

“I can’t believe you,” Sabina said in disbelief. “How—How dare you speak of our daughter like she’s…chattel. How can you just up and sell her like this after you promised me you wouldn’t?!” Her voice was rising with every other word and tears were stinging the back of her eyes. “Do you even have a heart?”

“Sabina,” Cyril managed as he reached for her.

“No!” she screamed as she recoiled from him. “How dare you speak of denying a customer when I, this child’s mother, am standing here begging you not to deny me my daughter!”

“It’s busi-,”

“Damn you!”

Lars seized his opportunity and spoke up saying, “I hate to interrupt this lover’s quarrel, but I would really like to make my purchase so I could take this precious little one home to my lovely wife.”

Cyril then stepped toward Lars so he could complete the transaction. Before Cyril could take the money from Lars, Sabina jumped between the two and said, “Wait.”

Cyril was about to rebuke her when Lars raised his hand and silenced him. “Let her speak, Cyril. What is it, Sabina, dear?” he said.

Sabina swallowed hard as she prepared to say what she needed to say. “T-Take me…Leave Hope and take me instead.” That was the easy part. The next thing she had to say had to be the hardest, most sickening thing she would ever say, but she had to try for Hope’s sake. “If you take me, I’ll…let you do whatever you wish with me with absolutely no resistance…” She shuddered before she finished with, “or complaints.”

Silence filled the room. Sabina let her eyes fall to the ground as she waited for some kind of response. Whether it came from Cyril or Lars didn’t matter; she just wanted – needed to hear something…anything.

Lars looked her up and down. Then he looked at Cyril who was clearly seething. Being the sly bastard he was, Lars wanted to rile his good friend up even more. “You know what, Cyril?”

“What?” Cyril said through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know if Sabina told you this or not, but I was actually her former master before she came to stay with you. And believe me, don’t I envy you.” Lars shook his head as he thought about what his and Sabina’s children could have looked like.

“Oh, really?” Cyril asked, starting to loosen up in the least way possible.

“Yes. She was one hell of a fighter, though. Whatever did you do to get her to submit to you?”

“Cyril was kind, unlike you!” Sabina spat, surprising the two men. She’d grown tired of waiting to hear a decision on whether Lars would take her or not. “Now, please take me instead.”

Lars sighed. “As tempting as your offer is, Sabina, I cannot accept it.”

“But, why-,”

“You are Cyril’s property and I can’t make an offer unless he is willing to part with his property, which he obviously is not.”

Sabina turned to Cyril and choked, “Cyril, please. She’s my daughter…You can’t let him take her.” She grabbed his shirt desperately as she begged. “I’ll do anything – Anything you want.”

As much as it pained him to look into her teary eyes, he couldn’t give her what she wanted. “I’m sorry, Sabina…It’s already done.”

He went to take the money from Lars, but Sabina slapped the money out of Lars’ hand and screamed, “No! You’re not taking her!”

“Who are you to say what I won’t do?!” exclaimed Lars.

Sabina glared at him and said, “I am her mother, you bastard!”

“You are property, therefore your precious daughter is property as well!”

“I am a human being, you disgusting lecher!”

Lars was shocked at the fact that Sabina was arguing with him and Cyril had not intervened. He would have raised his hand to Sabina, but she was no longer his to discipline. So, he said, “Cyril, are you really going to let her talk to me like that?” Cyril was silent. “I can’t believe it. I never thought that I’d see the day the great Master Van Tassel allowed a slave to disrespect a guest. You’ve gotten soft, my friend.”

“Give me my daughter, Lars!”

Cyril bent down and picked the bills off the ground, stuck them in his pocket once he stood up, and said, “She’s all yours.”

Sabina turned to him and looked at him in disbelief.

“Thank you, Cyril,” said Lars. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.” He smiled, pleased with the deal he just made. Then he turned to leave.

“No!” Sabina screamed as she lunged at Lars, but Cyril grabbed her before she could reach him and restrained her. Sabina fought back, head butting him with the back of her head, which caused him to fall backwards onto the floor.

He recovered quickly and grabbed her foot as she tried to run to catch up to Lars and she fell. Cyril was able to climb up her body, pull her into a sitting position, entangle his legs with hers, and wrap one arm around her waist, and the other across her chest to the opposite shoulder. “Cyril, stop him!” she screamed as she watched Lars leave the room. “Stop him! STOP HIM!” Cyril made no move to do so.

They both could hear Hope crying. She was crying as if she knew she would never see her mother again and that made Sabina fight even harder, but she couldn’t shake Cyril off her no matter how hard she tried. She thrashed, bucked, and scratched; all to no avail.

Sabina didn’t know how long she was there on the ground entangled with Cyril, but all she knew was that she wanted to kill Lars and get her baby back. When she came out of her trance, she disentangled herself and ran to the foyer then out of the main doors, ignoring Cyril as he called after her.

Once outside, she looked around frantically as she searched for Lars. But, she soon realized that Lars and Hope were long gone. She was too late and there was nothing she could do. Then with a bowed head and slumped shoulders, she went back inside the mansion.

She closed the double doors and slowly began to make her way back to her room. Cyril called her, but she didn’t even hear him. That was the depth of her plight. So, he reached for her and she recoiled from him screaming, “No! Don’t touch me!”


“Don’t even speak to me!” She glared at him with tearful eyes as her voice echoed through the halls. “Don’t you dare speak to me after what you’ve done.”

“Sabina, I’m sorry.”

“Liar,” she hissed.

“I’m n-,”

“Stop lying, Cyril! Stop lying to me, stop lying to yourself! You’re not sorry, so don’t shape your lips to say so. You sold your own daughter after you promised me you wouldn’t.”


“You promised me, Cyril.”


“You promised me, Cyril!” she exclaimed, stressing the word, ‘promised.’ So, the saying was true: A man is as good as his word. Cyril’s word apparently meant nothing since he broke a promise Sabina had believed he would keep, so she could easily say the same of him. Everything this man touches…breaks.

Cyril wasn’t satisfied, so he tried again and took a step toward her saying, “Sabina, I’m really sorry…I didn’t think-,”

“What?” Sabina snapped. “That I’d find out about your little business transaction? Let alone, act the way I am right now?” She laughed despite the tears that she fought to hold back. “You…are a monster and I can’t believe I actually loved you at one time.”

Cyril tensed upon hearing that. “You don’t mean that.” He could only lay one finger on her and Sabina scratched him under his left eye, drawing blood.

“Don’t touch me!” she growled, clearly annoyed by his countless attempts to touch her.

Then without a warning, Cyril grabbed her and backed her up against the wall, pinning her hands on either side of her head without saying a single word.

“Let go!” Sabina hissed as she struggled.

“You don’t mean any of that,” Cyril said with his voice trembling. “Tell me you don’t mean that. Tell me that you love me.”

Sabina stilled. Then she squared her jaw and looked Cyril directly in the eye and said, “I don’t love you, you heartless bastard…and I regret the day that I told you I did.”

Cyril flinched after hearing her say that she regretted ever telling him that she loved him. He bowed his head, released his hold on her, and took a few steps back.

“You have robbed me of one of the most precious things I’ve ever had for the second time…I was able to forgive you the first time — I even convinced myself to believe that I loved you then. But, this time,” She shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do so.” She started to walk away, then she turned back and added, “I hope that every time you see me, you see Hope. And when you see her, I hope that it stirs up a guilt so terrible inside you that it slowly eats you alive.” She could have gone on, but she chose to contain herself. Then she left without another word; leaving Cyril alone with his thoughts and recollections.

Once out of Cyril’s sight, Sabina ran back to her bedroom, fighting the tears as they threatened to fall despite her wishes to wait until she got to her sanctuary. Once at the door, she flung it open, slammed it shut, locked it, and leaned against it. Then she slowly sank to the floor, buried her face in her hands, and wept silently.

It was then that Lionel awoke. He heard someone crying, but couldn’t see who it was or where they were. So, he turned on the lamp on the nightstand. He squinted at the light then looked around the room and his eyes fell on a defeated looking figure that sat on the floor in front of the bedroom door. He disentangled himself from the sheets and all but ran to Sabina, wrapped her in his arms and began to comfort her.

Once Sabina felt Lionel’s arms around her, she began to weep even harder, knowing that she’d have to explain what happened, reliving the whole ordeal in her mind.

When she had finally calmed down, Lionel lifted Sabina’s head so he could look at her, wiped the tears from her eyes, and said in the gentlest voice, “You scared me, love. I’ve never seen you cry like this before. What happened?”

“I-It’s Hope…” she sniffled.

“Hope? What about her?”

Sabina bit back a sob. “C-Cyril sold her,” she choked.

Lionel wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly. He thought he heard her say that Hope was sick or something, but he had to be sure. So he asked, “What?”

Sabina couldn’t hold back anymore. “Cyril sold her!” she sobbed, burying her face in Lionel’s chest; her body wracking from the force of her cries.

“What? No…” Lionel couldn’t believe it. Cyril wasn’t that heartless…was he?

“It’s true, Lionel. He sold her to my former master who was even sicker than Cyril.”

Lionel drew her head to his chest and comforted Sabina the best he knew how. He couldn’t find any words to say that would help the situation. He longed to act on the rage that coursed through his veins, but he couldn’t just yet. Sabina needed him then more than ever. So, he simply stroked Sabina’s hair and rocked her until she fell asleep in his arms. Then he scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, laid her down gently, climbed in beside her, and held her from behind. “Don’t worry, Sabina,” he whispered as he kissed the back of her head. “I’ll fix this. I promise.”


Cyril sat on the floor in the sitting room, watching the fire burn in the fireplace. He had been there for a while…contemplating everything that occurred up until that moment. He had proven his love for Faye; the transaction was complete and she was most likely waiting for him in his bedroom, but he didn’t want what she had to offer him. He felt empty – As if a part of him had died. More like two, he thought. He had lost the love and allegiance of his first love and he gave away his pride and joy. That was no reason to celebrate.

Nonetheless, he wanted to sleep in his own bed that night. He extinguished the fire then began to make his way back to his room. His thoughts couldn’t help but wander to Hope and Sabina. Poor Sabina, he thought. She must be heartbroken…and it’s all my fault. This was one of the very few moments where Cyril had ever been impacted by his own reckless behavior and selfish ambition. He thought about calling Lars and buying Hope back, but he knew that the man would never return what he had just purchased. So once again, his hands were tied.

Cyril now stood before his bedroom door. He knew that Faye was waiting for him on the other side, hoping to reward him with some desperately needed loving. He contemplated sleeping in a guest room, but decided against it. If he wanted to, he could just tell Faye to leave and she would. So, he decided to enter the room.

Once inside, he locked the door behind him, closed his eyes, and leaned back against it. His moment of silence was interrupted when Faye said, “There you are! I was wondering when you’d get back.” She was all smiles, wearing a sheer two-tone baby blue chemise.

She looked almost angelic with the aura she exuded, but considering what she had just done, she was a demon. Cyril simply nodded at her then started to loosen his tie in silence. Then when he started walking toward the bed, Faye giggled as she laid back, expecting Cyril to crawl on top of her and claim his reward. She was sadly mistaken. He totally ignored her as he went to his side of the bed, kicked off his shoes, pulled back the covers, and hopped in bed with his back to her.

Faye lie there trying to process what had just happened. She was the epitome of seduction with her curly blonde hair, blazing blue bedroom eyes, and sheer lingerie. Why was Cyril not ravaging her that moment? She looked over at Cyril’s still frame and thought, What was that? He never ignores me...Especially when I’m dressed like this.

She crawled over to him and said, “Cyril, what’s the matter? You’ve never ignored me like that before.”

Cyril sighed. Then he rolled over and looked at Faye. Yes, she was a beauty and he would’ve loved to make love to her under normal circumstances, but now just wasn’t the time. “I’m sorry, Faye…I’m just not in the mood.”

“But, Cyril,” Faye whined as she forced him onto his back and crawled on top of him. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I did my hair and I went and bought this outfit just for you! I-I want to make you feel – good…and I want you to make me feel good, too.” She was making those sad puppy eyes, but as many times they worked before, they weren’t going to work then.

“I’m tired…I just sold my daughter and Sabina hates me. What makes you think that I would possibly want to have sex right now?” Faye was silent. “Now, if you would please let me sleep.” He pushed her off him. Then he rolled over, pulling the covers closer around him and closed his eyes.

Faye was shocked that he would turn her down that easily. She had waited patiently for him all day, then for him to reject her so blatantly infuriated her. She refused to give up until she got what she wanted. So, she crawled over to him and began to nuzzle his neck.

“Stop, Faye,” Cyril mumbled, shooing her away with his hand.

She stopped for a moment, making Cyril think she was finished toying with him. Then when she was sure his guard was down, she started to lick the shell of his earlobe. She could hear his sharp intake of breath and she took it that he was enjoying this. So, she began to nibble and was able to elicit a groan from Cyril. This was her version of delicious torture. And you were making such a fuss about not being in the mood, she thought as she smiled to herself.

Then Faye got bolder. She slipped a hand beneath the sheets and started touching on Cyril’s chest, massaging in small circles. She was disappointed that he was still clothed, but that would change quickly if things continued the way they were. She gradually inched her hand lower and lower until it reached her target. She rubbed his member through the material of his pants and his body responded almost instantly.

Cyril was in ecstasy as he thrust into Faye’s hand. He was losing himself in the pleasure quickly. Suddenly, he stopped upon realizing what she was trying to do. As hard as it was to tear himself away from the amazing feeling of having a woman cater to him, he had to. “Stop, Faye!” he shouted as he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from him.

“C-Cyril,” Faye managed as she winced in pain.

“I tried to be reasonable with you,” he growled as he glared at her. “But, you obviously don’t know when enough is enough.”

“Cyril-,” she choked.

“You want it that bad? Fine.” He roughly shoved her on her back and straddled her hips.
Faye’s eyes grew wide in fear. She didn’t like where this was going. “C-Cyril, no. I don’t-,”

“What’s the matter?” he asked mockingly. “You don’t like it? You don’t like how I crush you under my weight?” He leaned down and pinned both of her hands above her head with one. He brought his lips close to her ear and continued, saying, “You don’t like it when I mark your skin with my teeth and lips? Does it not please you when I suffocate you with a kiss? Or how about when I violate you with my fingers?” Then he sat up just enough to see her face. He seemed to cast a spell on her with his gaze that kept her from looking away from him.

Then he placed a finger from his free hand on her lips and ran it down her chin, between her breasts, down her navel, and stopped when he reached the lace hem of her panties. Faye gasped as she felt him toy with the hem. His eyes never left hers as he did all this. Then he slipped his hand into her panties and stuck his middle finger inside her without a warning or preparation for that matter, making Faye scream in pain and struggle to get out from under him. It was too late for that, though. He proceeded to torture her until he saw she was about to cry. Then he stopped despite the sadistic desire to continue said torture.

“Cyril, please,” Faye choked. “I don’t like this…Please let me go.”

“No,” he said coldly. “We’ve only gotten started.” He retrieved his finger, brought it to his mouth, and licked Faye’s  sweet nectar from it. Faye followed Cyril’s hand as he reached over into the drawer to get something. She started to hyperventilate, expecting the worst-case scenario: him killing her. Then Cyril pulled out a rope. She was somewhat relieved, but also a bit confused.

“W-What’re you gonna do with that?” Faye asked innocently.

“What do you think?” Faye saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and she froze in fear. She’d never been tied up before and although it frightened her, it also intrigued her. Suddenly, Cyril flipped her over onto her stomach. Faye thought she’d have a better chance at getting away, so she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Cyril, but he dodged it easily. He was able to seize both of her arms, place them behind her, and then bind her wrists.

“Cyril, stop! Please, it’s too tight! It hurts!” Faye cried as she tried to fight him, but he ignored her. Once he’d tied the knot, he sat back and admired his handiwork. It had been a while since he had last tied someone up, but he concluded that he’d done a decent job. When he’d had his fill, he got up, dragging Faye with him.

“What’re you doing?!” Faye demanded. “Where are you taking me?” Cyril didn’t answer. It wasn’t far, though. Cyril just sat on the edge of the bed and forced Faye onto her knees in front of him. She was the perfect height for the task he had for her. “What’s the meaning of this?” she asked, glaring up at him.

Cyril undid his belt and cast it aside, unzipped his pants, and freed himself from his confines. Faye’s eyes grew wide as she saw one major aspect of Cyril’s glory. Cyril smiled upon seeing her expression. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, stroking his length.
Faye didn’t answer…all she could do was stare. This was only the second time she was able to behold him. Cyril was…massive. How on earth did this fit the last time? she thought. Then she realized her position. She was on her knees before Cyril and his huge member. Oh, god, no.

Cyril’s eyes met hers and he knew that Faye knew what he expected. “Do you still want me, Faye?” he asked.

“I-I—I d-d-don’t know, Master,” she stammered, bowing her head.

“Look at me.” She did so. “You were making such a big deal about wanting it earlier…why the sudden change in attitude?”

“Th-This is different…I didn’t want it this way.”

“Then, how did you want it?” Cyril asked, playing coy.

Faye looked away from him. Really? she thought. Is he really going to play this game? I can’t tell him that…It’s too embarrassing.

“Come now, Faye. Don’t be shy. Tell me. How did you want it?”

“…Inside,” she mumbled.

“What? Can you speak up, darling? I didn’t hear you.”

“I want it inside,” she said loud enough for him to hear.

“Inside where?”

“Please, don’t make me say it…” Faye whispered as she started trembling from the humiliation of having to beg for what she wanted the most. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Is it, now?”

“I’m sorry, Cyril. I didn’t mean-,”

“Oh, no. You knew exactly what you are doing. Now that the beast has awoken, you want to tuck your tail between your legs and run. I think not.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her closer to his crotch. Then with his other hand, he positioned his member at her lips. “Lick it,” he commanded.

“I-I don’t know how,” she whispered as she looked away from him.

“Oh, please, Faye. Yes, you do. Samuel taught you how, didn’t he?” Faye’s head snapped up as she looked at Cyril in shock.

“How did you-,”

“I had a little chat with your father while he was in the dungeon. He told me what Samuel said you did to get him to bring you back here to me.” Cyril chuckled. “You should know not to underestimate me, Faye. I often know more than most people think. Now, lick me.”

Faye’s eyes left Cyril’s and rested on his swollen member. She licked her lips then licked him from base to tip. Cyril sharply inhaled at this. This is gonna be good, he thought. He felt a sudden cool and looked down to see that Faye had stopped. “Don’t stop. Keep going!” he commanded.

She obeyed and did the same, but this time she kissed the tip then swirled her tongue around it, sending shivers up Cyril’s spine. She had barely licked him and he was already losing it. This girl was clearly skilled. He fought the urge to force himself into her mouth and thrust like a mad man; he just let her take her time and please him the best way she knew how.

Despite her hesitation before, Faye was actually enjoying this. The mere sight of Cyril’s reactions to her oral ministrations was enough to arouse her. She could feel herself getting wet. She had been teasing him for a while now. It was time for her to escalate things. So, she took him completely in her mouth. Cyril threw back his head and let out a strangled moan as he grabbed Faye’s head and thrust to the back of her throat and came violently.

The poor thing started coughing and sputtering around him then Cyril pulled out. Faye was able to catch her breath before she realized this session was far from over. Cyril snatched her to her feet then threw her onto the bed where she landed face down. Next thing she knew, her panties were ripped off and Cyril was behind her, preparing to penetrate her. “Is this how you wanted it?” he asked.

“Y-Yes, but Master, could you please untie me? I want to touch you and I want to see you.”

Cyril thought about it and decided against giving Faye what she wanted. That night was going to be about him and his pleasure. No one else’s. He needed release and he was going to use Faye to his advantage. So, he grabbed her hips and aligned himself with her Then he thrust hard and deep, causing Faye to yelp in surprise. She was so tight it was ridiculous. He had to wait to adjust. When he felt like he could continue, he pulled out slightly and thrust again, eliciting another yelp from Faye. Then he slowly began to build his pace until nothing but the sound of flesh meeting flesh could be heard.

Despite the fact that she was rather uncomfortable, Faye was enjoying herself. Every other thrust, she would moan, grunt, or yell some word of affirmation. Then, she felt she was being deprived. She wanted to see Cyril…She wanted to touch Cyril; grab his muscular arms, rake her nails down his back, bite his lips, and pull his gorgeous blonde hair. “Master,” she moaned. “Please untie me and let me touch you.” Cyril ignored her and continued to use her to pleasure himself.

Faye refused to be ignored. “Cyril, please,” she begged. “Can you at least let me look at you? PLEASE?!” She continued to beg until Cyril couldn’t take it anymore and smacked her on the buttocks, leaving a harsh red hand-print.

Faye screamed in pain. She’d never been smacked like that before. The slap she received from Sabina paled in comparison to that. Out of fear of being slapped again, she decided to suffer silently.

“Ah, Faye, I’m close,” Cyril grunted after a few minutes.

Faye looked over her shoulder with fear in her eyes. She didn’t want to get pregnant; at least not yet. “D-Don’t come inside!” she cried.

“I-I’m coming.”

“P-Pull it out! Pull it out!” she screamed, trying to wriggle out from under him to no avail.

“C-C-Coming!” Cyril cried as he gripped Faye’s hips tighter.

“Don’t come in-,” Cyril thrust deep inside her and Faye felt him fill her to the brim. “Side.” Then everything went black.



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50ftBuddha Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Thank you so very much for the faves my dear.
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Hey! :wave: I just wanted to stop by and say thank you for adding 2 of my LOZ works to your favorites. :D I'm glad to see you liked them and I appreciate the favs. :heart: Thanks again!
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