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?”
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?”
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.
“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!”
“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?”
“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.”
“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.
“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.