The Servant

Chapter Four

The day dragged on; my headache grew with each word. I knew I had plans for tonight, at least it would relieve some tension. I sat back letting my mind wander, Alana. I was intrigued by this young servant girl. She is a beauty, her long legs, perfect curves, perky breasts, and those eyes, blue as the ocean itself. I felt my d**k harden thinking about her. When five o’clock finally arrived, I almost ran out of my office. My secretary said something, but I didn’t bother to answer.

I arrived home a bit later, Mr. Evans greeted me, Alana standing beside him.

“Good evening, Sir, welcome home.”

“Good evening, Mas, I mean Sabian.” She looked down as she spoke.

“Good evening, Alana, I need to speak with you in my study.” I gestured to the staircase.

“Yes, Sabian,” she replied nervously as she started to the stairs. As she made her way to the top, I followed behind her.

“Right this way,” I opened the door to my study. It is one of my favorite rooms in the Estate, it is filled with books on every subject, and huge shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling. A ladder on tracks gives access to the highest shelves. Alana looked around intrigued. “It is a beautiful room,” I watched her expression.

“Yes, it is stunning.” She said meeting my gaze.

“Please, have a seat,” I said as I walked behind my desk. She sat across from me. “Alana, I know you will be turning eighteen next week, I am curious what your plans are will you be staying, or will you be leaving?”

“I haven’t decided. There is so much to think about.” She looked down fidgeting with her hands.

I sat back, “I would like for you to stay.”

She had a look of confusion, “Why would you want me to stay? I am a simple servant.”

I stood up, walking around behind her, I leaned down, “you are much more than that.” I whispered in her ear. I smiled when she shivered.

“Master, I, I mean, Sabian, I don’t understand, I.” she stammered.

She is so cute when she is flustered. “Alana, I would like to teach you to be my personal assistant.”

She gasped. “I don’t know what to say.” She looked up at me.

I walked in front of her, leaning against my desk, “say yes.”

Her face broke into a nervous smile, “yes, I will stay, I would like to learn to be your assistant.”

“Good, I’m glad that is settled.” I held out my hand for her to shake. When she took it, I brought her hand to my lips and gently kissed her hand. Her cheeks turned red as she pulled her hand back. I chuckled, “I will start training you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Sabian.” She stood up walking to the door.

I watched her go.

A while later, Evans arrived with my dinner, I had decided to eat in my study, I had been going over paperwork. To my dismay, Alana was not with him.

“Sir, do you think it is wise to get so close to a servant? I realize she is beautiful, but she is young and venerable. I do not want her to leave when you have finished with her.”

I was taken aback by his boldness. “I am not going to throw her away, I want her, yes but, there is something different about her.”

“Yes, Sir,” he nodded. “I hope she is the one to make you happy.”

“Thank you, Evans.”

Nine o’clock that night.

I heard the cab pulling up outside, finally, some relief. I heard Mr. Evans open the door followed by footsteps. Come in I called, I had gone into my bedroom earlier. The door opened revealing a voluptuous, scantily clad woman with too much makeup. I rolled my eyes. I needed to release some pent-up energy. I had the pills ready too for when we finished. Antibiotics and antivirals for me, antipregnancy pills for her. Part of the reason I paid extra was for the agreement the girls would take the pills to prevent pregnancy before they left my bedroom. I am an important, rich businessman; I couldn’t take any chances with my seed. I couldn’t just have bastard children running around. “Mr. Cadell,” she said in her seductive voice. It made me sick, but I took off my clothes. No need to wait, I would get every bit of time I paid for

“You know what to do,” my voice was emotionless. She stripped her clothes off, as she walked over to me, she leaned in taking my c**k in her mouth, and let the games begin.

Two Hours Later…

I had thrown a bathrobe on. The w***e was zipping up her dress. I had made her blow me, f****d her, then repeat, over and over again for the last two hours. When I was finished, she wanted to stay a bit longer, offering a free blow job. I knew this drill, they always wanted more of my attention. I wouldn’t give it to them. They were only good for one thing. I walked into the bathroom, took the pills I had set out earlier, and carried them over to the nightstand next to my bed. I heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” I called knowing it was the w***e. I had picked a different one this time; April had pissed me off by offering freebies.

I sat down in my chair, I called down to the head maid, a woman called Bess. I told her I needed my bed changed. She said she would be in with fresh bedding. I sat there waiting. When she came in, she stripped the bed before she replaced all of the bedding and pillows. I would never sleep in the same sheets I had just f****d a w***e in. I hated w****s. I knew I could have any girl I wanted for free but then I risked emotional attachment to them. I didn’t want to deal with that nonsense. Right now, I just wanted to use their bodies and then send them on their way. w****s were the likeliest choice.

The next morning was Saturday, I had given myself the weekend off. I usually worked from home on the weekends, but I was determined to stay away from my computer. As I made my way downstairs, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. I quietly went to the door to listen; Mary Ellen, Daniel, and Bess were talking.

“He had a w***e in his bed last night!” Bess was telling the others. “He had me change his sheets!”

“Now he has set his sights on Alana, how will we stop him? He has made her his personal servant and assistant. She is a pure, untouched, soul. He will use her then toss her away like trash!” Mary Ellen sounded as though she would burst into tears. “Mr. Evans said we should give Master a chance with her, maybe he would feel differently with her.”

“Yeah, like every other w***e he beds,” Christa’s voice entered the conversation.

“The man is a pig, he doesn’t deserve, Alana, I have loved her for so long. She should be mine! I am going to have her, not him!” Daniel yelled.

I couldn’t understand. How I was a danger to Alana? I walked away; I had heard enough. I sat in my chair at the head of the table, drumming my fingers on the surface, I made a decision. I would have Alana and I will make her my wife. I sat back happy with my plan, I wanted to settle down with someone and produce heirs soon. Alana will be my choice.

Alana came in with Mr. Evans, “Good morning, Sir,” Evans greeted me.

“Good morning, Sabian,” Alana said. “I am going to go check on your breakfast.”

Before I could say anything. She scampered off to the kitchen. “Evans, I have made a decision.”

“What may that be, Sir?”

“I have decided, not only will I have Alana in my bed, but I will also be making her my wife.”

He nearly dropped the silverware he was placing on the table.

“Your wife, Sir?” his face showed his shock.

“I am twenty-five, I have everything, except a loving wife and heirs. I think it is about time I had those too.”

Evans stared at me as though I had lost my mind completely.

Alana came back a few minutes later, “ Your breakfast will be ready soon.”

“What about yours? As my assistant, you will eat with me.” I smiled at the confusion. “Please, sit down,” I pointed to the chair next to me. Mary Ellen came out a minute later carrying my tray. “Mary Ellen, please bring one for my assistant, she will be eating all her meals with me.”

A door slammed as Daniel headed toward us. He stood silently, a look of jealousy and anger on his face, “please Master, please give me back my Alana. I am in love with her, I am planning to marry her.”

He had dropped to his knees begging me to send her away with him. I decided this would be a good test to see if she had feelings for him.

“Daniel, I would never stand in the way of love, Alana, is this true? Are you in love with Daniel and planning to marry him?” I looked at her face. If she said yes, she would have to marry Daniel. If she said no, she would have no excuse to reject me.

She was silent for a moment.

“Alana, I am not trying to rush you, but I am a very busy man. Are you marrying Daniel or not?” I watched her carefully, forcing her to choose her path.

Slowly she shook her head no.

“Alana, I will need you to answer, I have to hear what your answer is.” I knew she had said no but I wanted Daniel and Mary Ellen to know she was choosing me, the demon they wanted to save her from.

A single tear ran down her cheek. “I do not wish to marry Daniel. I do not love him,” she whispered.

Without a word, Daniel stood up, storming out the door, slamming it behind him. Mary Ellen watched wide-eyed.

“Well, now that it’s settled, you are all dismissed.” I smiled as the servants left, defeated.

An awkward silence filled the room, Alana kept pushing her food around her plate. “Alana, do you have something you wish to say?” I c****d an eyebrow waiting for her reply.

“You didn’t have to do that. You knew I said no,” she was holding back her anger.

“I knew you said no, but Daniel and Mary Ellen weren’t sure. I will not be blamed for keeping lovers apart.” I could see the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“I didn’t think of it that way.” She looked down again.

After breakfast, we went to my study. I had asked her to organize the books on the shelf. I knew I didn’t need it, but I wanted her near me. I knew the others wouldn’t let her go so easily. I watched her meticulously organize the shelf.

“Master, I mean, Sabian, I am not sure where this one goes.” She held up the book to me.

I got up making my way to her. “This one goes up here,” I whispered as I leaned over her, Our lips so close. I placed the book on the shelf before putting both hands on the shelf on either side of her hips. She was trapped by me, I smiled as her breathing picked up. “It goes there,” I whispered, our lips almost touching. I leaned in closer, “I want you, Alana.”

I stepped back leaving her standing against the shelf breathless.