Part 1: Observation
How she longed for it to be her, powerless in his hands. She felt wanton and sought to be pleasured by him. She closed her grey eyes as she pushed her ear to the dressing room wall. The lath and plaster muffled their voices, so she pushed her body tighter to the wall. Her breast squashed. She loved this feeling and imagined at that moment she was being held tight in his arms. In this position she could hear them, and her mind filled with the passionate sounds of their fucking. The crescendo of moans feeding her desire. She needed to be taken by her master, to own the exquisite feeling deep inside her aching body as he impaled her sex with his noble shaft.Little rivulet of moisture began to seep from her.
She was violently torn from her imaginings by a pounding directly against her, and she knew he was now firmly taking his lover against the wall that divided them. With each of his powerful thrust the partition pushed against her body and sent vibrations of longing through her. In her mind there was no wall, no division between them. It was her he was so skilfully fucking. Her who's body would throb with ecstasy each time he plunged his wet and unyielding cock. How she longed to see him, to see the fire of lust burning in his eyes. To see her own naked body yielding to his wishes. To see his prick, so hard and swollen, gliding in and out of her. She would be his, she would give her mind and body to him, she would do for him whatever he requested or demanded.Juliana hoisted her skirt and slide a shaking hand between her legs...The cries from the next room became louder, the shaking against the partition more fierce.
She rubbed herself in time to his thrusts, imagining him holding her down, impaling her with no mercy. As the woman next door cried out at her climax, she came too, arching her back and biting her lip. Then came the familiar feeling of guilt at her own wanton desires. Her family had originally been of gentle birth, although not of any noble family, until they found themselves ruined, forced to sell her into servitude to survive. And it was the man next door, John de Vesci, who had ruined them through his scheming and paying off of witnesses. To add insult to injury it was also he who had offered to buy her from them in order to pay off their considerable debt to him.
She should hate him, especially as he had further increased her humiliation by making her serve him personally. But, as much as she tried, as much as she was cool towards him in their dealings, beneath her clothes she felt her body betray her – the wetness between her legs, the hardening of her nipples beneath her bliault. She felt that her body blazed out a message clear enough for anyone to see. But if he did notice, he never gave a sign.She sighed and turned over, her face toward the small window. As her eyes began to close she heard a door open and then close next door. Having had his fun with the maid, he had obviously dismissed her from his bed and room in order to sleep alone. And knowing that, despite everything, made her smile.The next morning she got up, fetched a basin of warm water for his morning wash and went into his room as was her duty. She gasped as an unexpected sight met her eyes. There, sat on the edge of her master’s bed was the countess of York, her dress being fastened by her lord, who was still completely naked.
They both looked at her as she entered and she dropped her eyes to the floor.He gave a low chuckle. ‘What, jealous, my countess? No, she is just my personal servant. I bought her for quite a bargain: actually I think her family were grateful that I took her off their hands.’‘No'. He smiles a deep hungry look in Juliana's direction. 'Not yet.’The countess sniffed. ‘Well I can’t blame you. Look at her blush. I’m sure she’d lie beneath you as still and cold as a lake in winter.’‘You think?’ He asked, trailing his fingers around the soft mound before finding her nipple and squeezing hard. Up to this point she had been trying to act as impassively as possible but now she couldn't stop herself from crying out and leaning back into his hard chest. But it wasn't only his chest that was hard: she could also now feel his cock pressing against her buttocks and she found herself cursing the barrier of her dress skirt between them. He continued to massage her breast, pinching and kneading while at the same time he started to kiss and gently nibble at her neck. Her breath came in gasps and she wanted to beg him to take her there and then. But that other part of her shrank back in horror that she should play so much of a harlot. No, she vowed silently, I will never beg. That’s what he likes, what he wants: he wants his women to beg for his cock. He may make me feel like this, but I won’t surrender, I won’t.
All this time there had been an icy silence from the noble lady, then she took the girl’s chin in her fingers and forced her to raise her eyes to her cold blue ones. ‘Well, my lord, it appears that you prefer your women to be base-born slatterns. In which case I shall take my leave.’Giving him a haughty look, the countess wrenched her arm free and swept out of the room.She raised herself and pushed her buttocks hard against his strong naked body rubbing the swollen head of his cock against the material of her dress. She heard him sigh and then a growl of frustration.
He paused for a moment his voice now charming and seductive. "Be in my chamber at nightfall."Her mind raced at those words. There could be only one reason why he should require he to be there at such a time. "Now leave me." he commanded.She walked slowly to the door and reached out to open it. At that moment he spoke again. This time his voice was clear and gentle, she knew he must be looking at her. "Juliana... you have beautiful breasts."She blush deeply and bowed her head. A smile drew across her face as she opened the door and slipped gracefully outside. A moment later Juliana opened it again and as brazen as a whore she spoke.Her other hand worked expertly over her aching clit, rubbing it vigorously from side to side. Occasionally she word slow her exertions and gently circle her bud, focusing her mind on the exquisite feeling this induced. At these moments she would stop fucking herself and push the pestle deep inside, gripping it tightly with her strong muscles. Such was the intensity of her desire that she reached her climax unusually quickly and great waves of contractions oscillated throughout her. She let out a deep guttural moan and collapsed to the floor in a pool of her own juice.
