FILLED By The Lusty Lords (Historical Smut With A Side Of Story) (2 page)

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“I’ll deal with
her, if you like,” the steward that had held her hair and leered up her skirts
offered.

“I would not like,”
the master attendant said.

Rose said, “If you
let me go, the lord will never know that you failed to keep me out of his hall.
I’ll be gone and he’ll think you provided the perfect evening instead.”

The men looked at
one another. She believed that she had convinced them.

The master
attendant smiled and shook his head. “You do not know your station, do you
now?”

The steward said,
“She is the smith’s daughter.”

“Lord Ramsey’s
smith?”

“The same.”

Rose swallowed.
“Please, let me go. Don’t tell. I’ll do anything.”

The men exchanged
looks again. The master attendant said, “She is Ramsey’s servant. He will
decide what is to be done with her.”

“No, please,” Rose
begged from the floor.

“Be still and
silent,” the steward ordered.

The master
attendant hung the lantern on a stand high on the wall keeping the parlor with
its shelves, upholstered furniture, and wooden desk dimly lit. “Keep her here
until I return. Do not touch her. She is Ramsey’s to deal with. Understood,
steward?”

The steward nodded.
“Understood.”

The attendant
closed the door leaving her alone with the steward inside.

“Please, don’t hurt
me or my father. Let me go. I’m begging you.”

“Stay where you are
or I will push you back into place myself,” he growled. “When Lord Ramsey gets
here, you will wish I had been the one to take you.”

Rose swallowed, but
stayed seated and silent. She did not know what he meant by what he said, but
she did not like it.

The door opened and
Lord Ramsey entered in bright silk clothes and cape. “Leave us. Tell my
attendant to wait outside until needed. See that my guests are well washed free
of their thirst in my absence, steward.”

The steward bowed
low. “Yes, my lord.”

He left and closed
the door.

“Stand up, wench,”
Ramsey ordered.

Rose stood pulling
at her dress with her shoe. The material pulled down askew, but she was too
afraid to straighten it again. He looked her up and down.

“I’m told you are
my smith’s daughter that has snuck into my formal reception honoring my dear
friend and liaison to my new king. Do you wish to disrupt the grandness of my
honoring of my friend Count Hellor on this occasion? Is that your purpose here,
smith’s daughter?”

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“No, my lord, I beg
your mercies.”

“I was not aware I
was in the place of granting mercies this night,” Ramsey shouted. “All my
charity and goodwill were focused upward toward the king through his nobles not
downward to disobedient daughter’s of servants.”

“Yes, lord, I’m
sorry.”

“Not sorry enough,”
he said. “Your name?”

She said, “Rose.
The other servants call me Rosie or Rosa.”

“Am I another of
your little servant friends?”

“No, lord.”

“But you forgot
that tonight, didn’t you?”

“No, lord.”

He advanced on her
and she bowed her head. He grabbed her chin and pulled her head up to face him.
“You say the words ‘lord’ and ‘no’ together far more than is natural. You do
not say no to your lord so often. Do you understand, you impetuous, little
girl?”

She choked out.
“Yes, lord, yes.”

“I could have you
killed for this and your father with you for this offense on this occasion.”

“No, lord.”

“What did you say
to me?”

“I … please, lord.
Mercy, my lord. Anything you ask, my lord.”

“I have to ask, do
I?”

“Anything you wish.
Anything you command.”

He let go of her
neck. “You have been very bad tonight.”

“Yes, lord.”

“You deserve
punishment for your sins against me and the nature of things.”

“Yes, lord.”

“Turn around away
from me with your hands upon the top of my desk.”

She did as she was
told and watch their shadows dance at an angle along the wall between the
shelves beyond the desk.”

“Bend over …
further.”

She did as she was
told and felt the stressed material of her dress fall open in front over her
bosoms. She did not dare to lift her hands to fix it.

“Lift your skirts.”

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She took her hands
off the desk and shook as she fought to remain bent with her hands supporting
her. “How far, my lord?”

He laughed behind
her. “Now that is a far better spirit. You will lift them all the way and show
me everything you have to offer.” His voice became breathy in a way she did not
understand. “Everything.”

Rose lifted her
skirt. She pulled up past her knees. She balled the material in her fists and
pulled higher. Her dress lifted past her thighs and she kept going. She heard
Lord Ramsey’s breath come in harsh bursts. She thought there might be something
wrong with him and she prayed that he would not die while she was alone with
him. She paused with her dress still just under the curve of her protruding
cheeks. She thought the very edge of moist lips might be showing below her
hiked skirt. His breath caught behind her. She did not want to awaken his anger
against her or her father. She pulled her dress up and over in a rush. She
brought up past her waist and wondered if he wanted it further up.

“Very good,” he
breathed.

She was glad he was
pleased and rested her hands back on his desk as she had been ordered earlier.
He walked up behind her and she waited to feel him take her like they were
hidden in the woods. She wondered if he would be upset when she cried out like
the other girls did for Thomas.

Instead of his warm
manhood against her sex, his hand came across the curve of her buttock with a
sharp, expert impact. Pain raced up her flesh with the surprise of it and she cried
out louder than she expected.

“You liked that,
did you?”

Rose did not
answer, but drew air through her nose in heavy draws. He spanked her once in a
downward motion on the other side that tossed her off balance flat on the desk.
She cried out again and raised back up on her hands as before.

Ramsey said, “I
asked you a direct question. Would you rather I rose your father from his
slumber to come see you in this state to answer for you?”

“No, lord.”

“What did you say
to me?” He drove his open hand over her bare skin over and over on both sides
with increasing speed and pressure. Her cries overlaid one another. A few times
his hand struck near the middle jiggling both cheeks over the split of her
flesh Twice a part of his hand or knuckle fairly grazed the crease of her sex
either with the lingered touch of his hand or the quick swipe as it passed. The
jolt of that touch was different than the pain of the spanking, but the waves
of it passed further and deeper through her body. Even as she prayed for the
punishment to stop, she hoped for the accidental touch a third time. He paused
and said, “You will answer me correctly. Do you enjoy the touch of my
discipline?”

She heaved. “Yes,
lord.”

“Are you thankful
for my touch?”

“Yes, lord, yes.”

He smacked her
again with half the energy he had used before. It made her want him to spank
her like before. She felt shame and excitement as she waited.

Ramsey stepped
away. “Steward?”

The door opened
behind her. She covered her face. She wanted to pull her dress back down, but
she did not dare. She heard the other man’s voice and her heart pounded in her
chest over the desk.

“Yes, lord.”

“Go retrieve the
count, please. Bring him here with haste for me.”

“Yes, lord.”

The door closed.
Ramsey stood behind her breathing hard and she remained bent over the desk.

“So, Rosie, what
will you do for me to have me spare you and your father?”

“Anything, my
lord.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, lord.”

As soon as the
words left her mouth, she felt his cool fingers on the hot flesh of her ass.
She bit her lip to hold in the gasp. His fingers trailed down and found her wet
lips. He trailed through the smooth crease of her slit down, back up, and down
again. On the third pass he traveled up the split of her backside and touched
the pucker of her ass between. She cried out like the girls in the woods. He
chuckled and brought his fingers back down. He slid inside her and she moaned.
She did not want him to stop, but she wondered if he would cease pushing in
before he reached his elbow.

He twisted his
fingers inside her and she groaned. Ramsey pulled out and she sighed, but then
he pinched her over the button where she enjoyed her own lightest touch. She
screamed out and he pinched harder in response.

The door opened and
closed behind her. Lord Ramsey’s hand fell away and he stepped aside. Rose
heard another man laughing and she felt more embarrassed than before. She
wondered how much of the dirty touch he had seen and how much of her cries he
had heard.

The new man spoke
with an accent she did not recognize. It was in her language though. “Lord
Ramsey, my, did I interrupt some discipline, sir?”

“This creature
chose to impose upon your evening,” Ramsey explained. “I’ve disciplined her
thoroughly, but as this is your night and I am both your vassal and your
friend, I thought you might want to inspect the work.”

“Very kind of you,
Ramsey,” he said.

Rose heard him walk
toward her. She felt his breath on her cheeks and her sex. She took a deep
breath and bit down on it. He must have had his face inches from her. She heard
him breathe in more than once and came to realize he was sniffing her. She
closed her eyes and shivered.

He spoke with his
face still close behind her. “Well done, but not finished.”

“Would you care to
help me?” Ramsey asked. “She has offered herself to our full mercy in anyway we
desire, my lord.”

“As any good
servant should,” he said. “Have you tasted her?”

Ramsey cleared his
throat. “Count Hellor, it had not occurred to me to try.”

Rose felt and heard
his lips connect and kiss the center of each, red cheek. She gasped. The man
Ramsey had called Count Hellor said, “With any woman or just this young girl?”

Ramsey stammered
which Rose found odd and frightening. Ramsey said, “I … ugh, some, I suppose,
but not with a peasant.”

“Ladies are fine
and elegant,” Hellor said, “but they are stuffed up tight and have the position
to say no. They all taste the same anyway.”

“Is that so?”
Ramsey asked as if they were discussing a piece of furniture or livestock.

Hellor stuck his
tongue into her sex and Rose cried out. He spoke muffled into her backside.
“Mostly.”

Ramsey laughed.
Hellor licked her up and down even up into her ass. Rose felt the pleasure rising
in her and her moans became more rhythmic.

Hellor pulled away
and smacked her on one ass cheek from behind. She jostled forward, but felt far
more pleasure than pain. “Do you want another?”

“Yes, lord.”

He spanked her
again. “More?”

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“Yes, lord.”

He smacked her
again harder. “More?”

“Yes, lord. Please,
lord.”

“Help me, Ramsey.”

They unleashed a
series of open handed blows one after the other as if they were trying to outdo
one another. When they relented, all three were breathing hard.

“What is her name?”
Hellor asked.

“She is Rose, the
smith’s daughter. Her dirty, peasant friends call her Rosie or Rosa.”

“May I call you Rosie?”
Count Hellor asked.

“Yes, lord.”

“What else may I
do?” he asked.

“Anything you like,
my lord.”

Hellor laughed.
“Why is she still wearing that dress, Lord Ramsey?”

“Remove your dress
for Count Hellor.”

Rose reached back
and pulled the dress up from her waist. As she passed the underside of her
breasts, they came forward and then fell out free bobbing from the motion. She
heard one of the men hum and she wondered if that was approval. She pulled the
dress over her head and set it out on the desk gently. She put her hands back
on the desk and stared at the dress beside her.

A hand swung
through her view and swept the dress to the floor and Rose gasped. A hand
closed in her hair and pulled her upright to look at the ceiling. She heard the
count at her ear and felt his breath. She still had not seen him. “Don’t worry,
dear. I will get you a closet full better than that one and as nice as the ones
you peeked at in the ball room.”

She breathed out.
“Yes, lord.”

He turned her
around and she saw his handsome visage. He was younger and thinner than Ramsey,
but had the same dark hair. He kissed her neck and she turned her head up. When
she moaned, he bent her back over the desk. She heard and saw Hellor’s clothes
landing on the floor around her feet like her own dress.

“Ramsey, your
assistance, please.”

His clothes fell to
the floor as well.

Before Ramsey was
stripped, Rose felt Hellor’s hands on her hips. She gasped, but then he slid
smoothly inside her wetness. He went so deep, but then kept going. She lost her
breath.

He drilled into her
over and over. As he became slick with her juices, he rammed her faster. She
bit her lip and started backing into his thrusts. As his hips smacked into her,
the spanking sound started again which excited her more.

“Are you joining in
here, Ramsey?”

“I thought we would
take turns,” Ramsey said.

Rose looked back at
Ramsey’s shaft that was curved up with its stiffness. As Hellor drove his into
her over and over Rose licked her lips.

Hellor said,
“Nonsense, we are all friends here. Find a hole and wet your weapon.”

“Any suggestions,
Count Hellor,” Ramsey asked.

Rose took a deep
breath and dared. “I can use my mouth on you, lord.”

Hellor’s rhythm
changed and then he pulled out leaving Rose feeling like she was gaping open
from his breadth. He took her by her hair a pulled her away from the desk. He
grabbed a chair by the back and pulled it over close to the desk. Hellor
dropped naked into it and pulled her head down to his manhood glistening from
her own wetness.

Hellor said, “Be my
guest, Rose, dear. See, Ramsey? Could you imagine Lady Hellen offering such a
thing?”

Ramsey walked up
behind Rose. “I do often actually.”

“Take all of it,”
Hellor ordered.

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