One Shots

The Lords' Dirty Laundry (MxF)

“The Lord requests your services in his chambers, Miss Blythe,” a young redheaded girl said quietly beside me.

“Thank you, Poppy. Finish this up for me and I’ll be on my way.”

I took my hands from the hot soapy water and dried them off on my apron as the girl rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and began scrubbing the shirt I had just been working on.

“Why does he call for your services so much, Miss Blythe,” she asked in a low voice, “Are you having...relations...with the Lord?”

I scoffed, “No, Poppy. I’ve not even met Lord Clemonte. He will have been out of his chambers before his message was ever sent. He simply requests that I, personally, see to his linens.”

She blushed, “Sorry for assuming, ma’am. You are quite lucky to be so personal with him though you’ve never met him. I wish he asked me to do his laundry.”

I had begun walking away with all the supplies I would need so I was sure that my whispered, “You really do not,” hadn’t made its way to her ears.

***

I braced myself against his door for what I was about to walk into. I knew it would be another ‘bloodbath’ and, as always, I needed a moment before walking through the heavy wooden doors.

“Are you alright, Miss Blythe,” Edwin, the head butler, asked as he walked closer.

I nodded my head, “Yes sir, I am well. Just...taking a moment.”

He nodded in understanding. He knew what I was to walk in upon and clearly took pity, but it wasn’t all that bad being the only laundress the Lord trusted with his linens.

It meant that I got several hours to myself self and since this was several times a month occurrence, I enjoyed myself as I blacked out what I was washing from his sheets and clothes.

Edwin cleared his throat which made me look up at him from my thoughts, “Miss Blythe, Lord Clemonte requests your company in his private study after you’ve finished...”

I froze and felt the blood rush from my face, “Do you know why, Edwin?”

He shook his head, “But I am certain it is not what you’re thinking. The Lord is in a very good mood tonight so I assume it will be something pleasant.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as I wasn’t about to walk to my death after working then I was fine.

“I will go with my head held high then. Should I...” I looked down at my tattered dress and back up, “Should I dress in my best?”

He smiled, “Yes, miss Blythe, I believe you should as you’ll be having drinks with him.”

Something about that made me feel giddy...

Maxwell Clemonte was aloof, reserved, and cool as not but a few members of his staff had ever laid eyes on him.

Me being a lowly laundress, I was not one that had gotten the privilege of seeing him in person though that would change tonight.

“Better hurry,” Edwin teased as he walked back the way he came. I opened the door and grabbed the pail of supplies and the extra sheets and walked over the threshold.

I tried to still my churning stomach at the harsh scent of iron in the air that was at its worse over by the bed.

You couldn’t even really see what was on the black sheets until you put them to water and the stream ran red.

I placed the new sheets on the chair by the door and took my pail to the en-suite bathroom and set it next to the tub. Filling the bath with hot water and dumping in a concoction meant for taking blood stains out of fabric, I pulled a pair of elbow-length gloves up my arms and made the short walk back into the bedroom to take his sheets from the massive bed.

I bunched them up to my chest and brought them back to the bathroom. After dumping the heap into the tub, I watched a red hue seep into the bubbled water and decided to return to the room to clean up the rest of the blood from the bedposts and floor while the sheets soaked.

***

After placing the pale blue dress over my head and tugging it down, I watched the fabric fit to my body like a second skin and when I decided I liked what I saw, I brushed my fingers through my long black curls to work out some of the kinks after being pinned up for so long in a bun.

I made my way across the castle and it took about 15 minutes but then I was suddenly in front of his study.

My heart was racing as were my thoughts. What were we going to even be talking about? Surely, I have nothing in my brain he’d want to hear anyway...

What if he finds me hideous? I meant, it matters none as my job isn’t to look pretty, it’s washing his linens and I do a damn good job at that, but still.

I had heard from the few people who have been in Maxwell Clemontes presence that he was a very good looking man and I was...excited for what I was to see...

“Please, come in,” I heard a deep baritone voice through the door and my heart leaped!

How had he known I was here? I hadn’t knocked once yet!

I took a deep breath and turned the knob as I pushed against the heavy dark wood door.

“You wanted to see me, My Lord,” I asked as my eyes stayed fixed on the hardwood floor.

“Ah, yes. Miss Blythe Ashworth, my personal laundress, and savior. I doubt anyone can get a stain out as well as you can,” his deep but low voice joked from deep within the study.

I blushed as I shut the door behind me and stood in front of it. I kept my head down so as not to be seen as challenging and difficult.

“Please have a seat, Blythe,” his honey-coated voice asked.

I was about to drop to my knees when he chuckled, “In a chair, miss Ashworth. Preferably one across from me.”

I blushed and took tentative steps further into the room until I saw the dark brown leather chair in front of the desk. I then noticed that there was a glass of some liquid in front of the chair sitting by the edge of the desk.

I took a seat and clasped my shaking hands in my lap, “Thank you for inviting me here, Sir,” I whispered.

“Look at me, Blythe,” he commanded in a low voice.

I took a deep breath and finally raised my eyes to the deepest violet-colored eyes and gasped.

“They’re shocking to everyone who sees them for the first time. Sorry for not warning you, love.”

His calling me ‘love’ hadn’t escaped me as I huffed out a quiet breath and watched his dark pink lips move and curl as he spoke.

He was not at all what I had been expecting, no,... he was much much more.

“Indescribable,” I quoted the head maid on her description of him.

“Excuse me,” he asked with a smirk and a quirked brow.

I blinked a few times and flushed, “I’m sorry, Lord Clemonte, but you are quite indescribable.”

He chuckled, “I hope that word had a positive connotation...”

I pulled what dignity I had left inside of me and nodded, “Of course, Lord Clemonte. If I might speak frankly, Sir,... you are breathtaking and...beautiful.”

His eyes twinkled, I swear but then the most amazing words fell from his lips, “What a coincidence, Blythe, because I think you are beautiful. How long have you been working for me?”

I racked my brain for the right answer as I was still in shock that...this man in front of me thought that I was beautiful...

“I’ve been under your roof since the age of 12, but I became your personal laundress at age 16, My Lord.”

He steepled his fingers and nodded, “And you are now...”

“25, Sir,” I blushed.

“13 years of your young life you’ve given to me and what do you have to show for it,” he asked with his jaw clenched.

I frowned and suddenly felt small, “My...my life, Lord Clemonte. If I hadn’t sought employment from you I would be working as a lady of the night by now. I might’ve even died before my 18th birthday because the younger you are the fresher, Sir. I am grateful to be here and I have never once wished for anything different.”

He sighed, “You do hard work, Blythe. Would you not like to be married with children of your own by now? You most likely have no time to go out and do the things you’d like to do...”

I chuckled, “I needn’t any children, Sir and I am happy seeing you as my husband. I clean your dirty laundry, after all.”

I gasped and widened my eyes. Had I just called him my husband!? Oh, if any Gods are listening right now, please take pity and smite me now. I beg of you.

“A husband you have yet to meet until tonight...” he teased.

I scraped my jaw off the floor and sighed in relief as he rolled with my metaphor, “It’s--it's been a pleasant marriage for me so far, Sir. You won’t hear me complain.”

He chuckled, “I would like for you to take a drink now, Blythe.”

I cleared my throat and took the glass in my hand before bringing it to my nose for a smell.

I frowned as I looked up to his empty side of the desk, “Where is your drink, Sir?”

I had an inkling I knew why he didn’t have a glass in front of him, but for some reason, I needed him to tell me.

He smirked, “I suspect you know the answer to that, wife...”

I blushed and brought the glass to my lips as I took a sip of the deep purple liquid.

“You are not even allowed to sip anything else,” I asked as I savored the bittersweet wine.

“Oh, I’m allowed, it just isn’t very good. It’s like tofu to you, very bland and not good at all,” he shrugged and it baffled me that I was so okay with being this close to... well to...

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Excuse me,” I asked with my brows raised. Had I said all of that out loud?

“I can read your thoughts, Blythe, and I want you to say it. You don’t seem afraid to be here though you saw the state of my chamber from this morning... tell me what you think I am...”

I took a deep breath and tried to rid my mind of the word, I couldn’t think it and wouldn’t say it. It would only make it more real, and I didn’t want his mental image tarnished in my head. I didn’t want to see him as anything but this beautiful creature that teased and joked with me.

“I won’t, Sir. It is clear we both know that I know but I don’t care,” I crossed my arms over my chest and that effectively brought attention to my breasts which were all but spilling out of this dress.

“How many men have you been with, Blythe,” he asked as his eyes met mine again.

I widened my eyes. How fast the questions had turned s****l, but with him asking...

“Only two, Sir,” I answered truthfully. They weren’t good either, but of course, Lord Clemonte knew that too...and he did as he was smirking.

“Allow me to show you what it’s supposed to be like,” he purred from the other side of the desk.

My eyes widened, “What,” I squeaked out.

In a second he was right in front of me as he had turned my chair to the side and was now in my face, “Let’s consummate our marriage,” he purred.

My heart was racing with so many questions and emotions.

Would he kill me after? Would he appoint a new personal laundress to clean up the mess in here when he was through? Should I run? Did I want to sleep with him?

Well,...of course, but would I ever see him again? Did I want to see him again? Would I feel differently afterward? Would he turn me?

All of these thoughts occurred within about two seconds and his eyes focused in on my eyes as he processed the questions flowing through my head at rapid-fire.

“No, no, no, yes, yes, yes, only you will be able to know the answer to that, and no,” he chuckled.

I tried to replay the questions with the answers he gave me but then when he kissed me my mind went blank, but total utter whiteness.

And when he pulled away slightly he chuckled, “Well, now I know how to get those incessant thoughts to cease. Stop overthinking this. You are young and beautiful. Spend the night with me and know that no harm will come to you. I just want to personally thank you for all your hard work.”

I exhaled harshly and nodded and that’s all it took for him to wrap his arms around my waist. After a brief flash of colors and a burst of air, we were walking through his door and he was placing me down onto the new sheets I had just previously cleaned.

“I’ll try not to get them too messy,” he chuckled as he began peeling my sandals from my feet.

Too messy? What would be messy if he didn’t plan to harm me? Surely he wouldn’t lie, right?

He kissed along my ankle and pushed my dress higher up as he kissed up my calf and when he made it to my thighs he spread them and looked up at me, “I won’t be harming you, Blythe. I will drink from you, though. Right here,” he sank his teeth into my right thigh and as I watched his head descend I felt my heart leap out of my chest but then when his teeth broke skin it was like I was set ablaze and it wasn’t unpleasant...quite the opposite.

"Oh, Lord Clemonte,” I moaned, very loud.

“Max,” he said as he licked my thigh over his bite marks, “Call me Max.”

I leaned up on my elbows and watched in awe as he did the same to the left thigh and again it sent a jolt of raw pleasure right to my core that took my breath away.

I had never experienced anything like this before, but the other boys hadn’t been...

But when he ran his tongue over the two bite marks and then leaned forward and captured my lips, it was heavenly. I had wanted to press my lips to his as soon as I set eyes on him and I was taking as much as he would allow this second time around.

I wrapped an arm around his neck and tried to keep him to me, but when he pulled away and began kissing down my jaw and then my neck, I froze. Was this where it would hurt?

My breathing was heavy and my heart was erratic, but all he did was scrape his teeth over my neck and pull my dress up my body.

“Take this off,” he growled and I watched his eyes flash a crimson red and knew he was serious.

I sat up and pulled the dress over my head and then pulled the white slip as well and was left bare before him.

I worried my bottom lip between my teeth and waited for his reaction.

His eyes lightened to violet again, “Oh, love, don’t ever be self-conscious. Your body is a temple and I am grateful to worship in it,” he pressed his lips back to mine and leaned me back so that I was laying down on the bed.

“Let me worship your temple,” he breathed in my ear and then kissed down my neck and chest before sinking his teeth into the flesh of my breast.

I was acutely aware that I was the only one naked here and when the thought ran through my head he began pulling his shirt up and licked the bite marks as he pulled the shirt over his head.

“Your blood is delicious, Blythe. I knew it would be though,” he said as he kissed down my stomach, “I can smell you on these sheets and, truthfully, I make as big of a mess as I do so that you’ll have to stay longer to deep clean.”

He sank his teeth into my plush hip, earning himself a loud moan. Licking the wound after a moment he pulled back and looked into my eyes, “I want you all over this room. I want your scent in the rug, I want it in the drapes, I want it on my pillows, I want it on every inch of this mattress. And this,” he pulled my thighs apart and took a deep breath, “I want this scent ingrained into my brain.”

“Yes, My Lord,” I breathed out, “Take me on every surface in this room and then we’ll move to the bathroom.”

He growled and moved back up my body, “I can wait for no longer before sinking myself inside of you. Your body calls to me. Do you hear it, Blythe?”

And as he lined himself up at my entrance and then pushed in, stretching me further than I ever have been, I cried out, “Yes, Max!”

He immediately pulled out and forced himself back in, “Yes, Blythe. Let the whole castle know who you belong to,” he groaned into my neck and he continued to plunge himself deep into me.

It was raw and as he sped up, he also got rough and when I looked into his eyes they were crimson red again.

Clearly, the beast had taken over and I had no problem staring him straight in the eyes as I cried out his name. This was better than anything I’d ever experienced and I never wanted it to end.

But then I felt the building desire in my lower stomach and couldn’t help how high my voice rose, “I’m gonna c*m, Max!”

“Yes, Blythe. c*m for me,” he sank his teeth into my neck and sent me spiraling over the edge.

As I came down from my intense high, he licked the bite marks and then looked into my eyes, “Again?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, “Please?” I ran my fingers through his locks and pulled slightly.

“Anything for you,” he whispered as he wrapped his arm under my knee and raised my hips.

As he began pounding into me with such a force that had the posts knocking against the wall I felt the building pressure again.

“Someones going to catch us, My Lord,” I cried as I tried to clear away the fog in my brain that was Maxwell Clemonte.

He growled and, though I thought this was all he had, pounded much harder into me. I was sure to bruise, “Let them catch us in the throes of passion, my dear Blythe. This is MY castle and no one will dare say a word to us!”

I was so close to climax again but when he brought his hand down and circled my c**t at the same speed of his thrusts I was forced over the edge again as I cried his name.

I felt him bury his head in my neck and groan as his thrusts got slower until they finally stopped altogether with us still joined.

As I caught my breath and tried to slow down my heart I opened my eyes and saw him gazing down at me with a smile, “Stay the day with me, Blythe. Sleep next to me and tonight when we finally wake up you can have breakfast with me and then return to your laundress duties.”

I blushed, “Do you even sleep, Lord Clemonte?”

A half grin adorned his bruised lips, “I do not, but I can watch over you while you do. Will that be alright?”

I nodded, “I need a bath right now though.”

He pulled out and climbed off the bed, “Of course. Come, my lady. We shall bathe each other and then sleep until you finally awaken again.”

I giggled and followed him into the bathroom where we proceeded to worship each other once more and when I was too tired to walk, he carried me back to the bed and laid my head on his chest.

“I’d like to do this again sometime if that’s okay with you,” I heard him whisper as I was almost asleep. He ran his hands down my back and drew intricate designs with his fingers.

“I’d like that too, Lord Clemonte,” I slurred.

“Maybe tomorrow after your duties you can come back?”

I smiled against his chest, “Of course. Anything you’d like, Lord Clemonte.”