Chronicles of a Maid

Chapter 8:

Bringing a tray of tea to Croix’s room, Lyner was startled to see him going through his wardrobe, pulling out a couple of fancy suits and throwing them onto the bed. He didn’t look remotely pleased, though, muttering something incoherent but bitter, under his breath. He looked up the moment she walked in and abruptly ordered his other helpers to leave, for whatever reason.

“Croix?” Lyner questioned as she stepped into the room, letting the door slip close behind her and placed the tray of refreshments upon a table near his bed. This was actually the first time she’s seen his room. “What are you doing?”

“There’s a ball being held tonight at the Trulyworths,” Croix explained rather tersely, running a hand through his hair.

“I see,” Lyner tried her best not to show her annoyance.

These balls were nothing more than dignified auction houses. Young ladies would flitter around with their fans, fluttering their eyelashes to any and every handsome (and more importantly) rich man. And men would leer about, looking for the best bride for them to bed and maybe wed. While respected widows or wives of prominent men would gossip about the young fillies.

She had been forced to attend a few in her life. And nothing was more boring or demeaning.

“You’re obliged to attend, huh?” Lyner asked, although the answer was obvious, as she walked over to stand in front of him.

“Yes,” Croix sighed, looking incredibly irritated. “Lord Trulyworth has a business proposition for me.”

Lyner narrowed her eyes. “Business?” What business could possibly be discussed at a ball?

“I am as dubious as you are,” Croix said, the corner of his mouth twitching into a sly grin. “His daughter is no doubt part of it.”

Lyner unintentionally made a noise of distress.

“Easy,” Croix said as he gripped her gently by the chin. “I’ll be careful. Don’t worry.”

Still, Lyner couldn’t help but worry. The daughter of Lord Trulyworth was none other than Luca. The same lady who had been hounding Croix relentlessly for years. Ever since he became an eligible husband material. This ball was nothing but a ploy, she was certain.

“She’s desperate to get her claws into you,” she said, still distressed.

“I know,” Croix immediately stated. “She won’t trick me.”

Lyner felt somewhat better hearing him say that. It was no surprise at all that he was able to see through the ‘business’ proposition so easily. Although it was an obvious ploy, Lord Trulyworth was still a powerful man, with business contacts and assets. There was a possibility that he did have a proposition in mind.

Even though a ball was an unlikely venue to talk about business.

“Good luck,” she whispered, as there was really nothing else she could do.

Unexpectedly, Croix leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Lyner was surprised. Not only by the kiss, but by how tender and sweet it was. Almost as if he was lovingly reassuring her. It felt nice, comforting in a way.

“…I’ll pop by your room when I return tonight,” Croix said as he pulled back, releasing his hold on her chin.

Lyner blushed lightly, but smiled happily nonetheless. “Ok.”

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Waiting for Croix to return from the ball being held at the Trulyworths was pure torture. Lyner knew that there was no way Croix would allow himself to be tricked into a marriage of convenience. He was smart. He knew what the ladies of society were like.

But that didn’t ease her annoyance of the fact that those so-called proper ladies were willing to use scandal to get what they want.

However, Lyner was able to take her mind off her possible scenarios for a little while. She had spent an hour or so reading to Corona in her bed before she went to sleep. The young girl didn’t like it when Croix is out at night, especially attending a social function. The mansion is big and scary to navigate alone. But what made her even more afraid was the thought that Croix may come home with a forced bride on his arm.

That truly frightened her.

But Corona admitted that she felt better with Lyner now staying with them. The other servants have never really spent time with her. They serve her to the best of their abilities, but they’ve never took the time to be within her company.

And, to Lyner, that was quite appalling.

She didn’t blame Croix, though. She knew that he had a difficult time maintaining his family’s estate and assets, while keeping them away from the selfish claws of the ladies of high society.

If he could find a way to ensure his family’s well-being was secure, he would be happy never to mingle with society ever again.

Lyner couldn’t help but smile sadly when Corona whispered, just before dropping off to sleep, that she wished that Lyner would be Croix’s wife. Flattering, but is surely wasn’t to be. As much as Croix loathed society, he could not allow scandal to touch his family. The mere mentioning of Lyner’s name in the social circles was enough to gain ire and sneers.

The whole politics of polite society was confusing. And utterly stupid in Lyner’s opinion.

And, well…Croix deserved better. Could Lyner really be ‘wife’ material?

The sound of a knock at her door pulled Lyner out of her thoughts. She had been in the process of getting ready to take a bath before retiring for the night. Wrapping a silk night gown around her naked body, she hurried over to the door and opened it to peer out, somewhat confused as who it could be. It was late evening, around nine o’clock.

Could Croix have left the ball that early?

She immediately got her answer when she opened the door fully, happy to see the man standing there. “Croix!” she said with intense relief as she ushered him inside. “Welcome back.”

As she closed the door and locking it out of habit, she noticed that Croix was shrugging off his jacket, his tie surprisingly already has been removed. She then frowned when she noticed a reddish stain on his white shirt. It almost looked like wine.

“What happened?” she asked as she approached him to get a better look at his clothing.

Croix turned to look at her, a tight but somewhat triumphant grin on his lips. “Luca threw her drink at me when I turned down her proposal.”

Lyner managed to smother a gasp, lifting her hand to her mouth. “So the ball was just hiding their true motive.”

“Apparently so,” Croix said as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Throwing one’s drink into someone’s face isn’t very refined. But at least it gave me a good excuse to leave as quickly as possible.”

Lyner was silently pleased to hear that. Obviously, Luca’s attempt to force Croix into a marriage between childhood friends failed, and out of frustrations, showed the ton how immature and petty she was. She was, however, also appalled that Luca would have the audacity to throw her drink into the face of a man she had been pursuing. After all, it wasn’t like Croix had been leading her on all this time.

He had made his intentions quite clear. Numerous times in fact. She was just too self-centred to see it.

Lyner opened her mouth, about to ask Croix whether or not he was ok when he suddenly appeared before her, his shirt open to reveal his bare chest. He pulled her into his arm, his mouth immediately claiming hers in a deep kiss. Although momentarily surprised, Lyner returned the kiss immediately, closing her eyes and leaning against him. She rested her hands against his chest, spreading out her fingers so that she could feel his bare skin under her palms.

Croix ran his hands over the curves of her body through the silky material of her dressing gown. “You’re naked under this?” he asked, his mouth still pressed against hers, as he rested his hands on her butt.

Lyner immediately blushed, but made no attempt to pull away. “Oh, I-I was just about to take a bath,” she explained as she unintentionally pressed herself closer to him, shivering when she felt a certain hard organ prod her stomach.

“I’ll join you,” he said as he began to tug at her dressing gown.

“Hm,” Lyner simply moaned against his lips.

Croix pulled her into another deep kiss, his tongue immediately invading her mouth as they somehow staggered toward the private bathroom of Lyner’s room. The bathtub had already been filled with warm water, causing the windows and mirror to steam up. Only when Lyner’s back hit the basin of the sink did they pull apart, a thin string of salvia bridging between them, breaking when Croix liked his lips.

He then concentrated on removing her clothing, Lyner allowing him to do so without a hint of protest. Slowly, the silk material of her gown slipped from her shoulders and pooled gracefully around her feet. She stood before Croix, completely naked. She felt greatly desired by the way he was eagerly casting his eyes over her.

Instead of immediately taking her into his arms, Croix began to remove his own clothing. Lyner had to grip the edge of the sink with her hands as his stepped out of his pants. He stood before her, completely naked.

And Lyner found herself staring. How could she not? After all, this is her first time seeing him free from clothes completely. And he was a very handsome man. His legs were strong and powerful, his hips narrow, his stomach taut and rippling with muscles. His skin was untarnished and smooth.

Croix promptly pinned her to the sink as he kissed her again, his naked body pressing tightly against hers. She could feel his desire for her prodding her stomach.

Somehow, amongst the heated and pleasurable kisses, Lyner managed to wrestle her mouth away from his, only so she could turn her attention to his collarbone and neck. She loved the feeling of his mouth against her throat and wanted him to feel it as well.

She wanted to bring him pleasure, after such a stressful night.

Croix seemed to understand what she was trying to do as he had reserved their positions, he now leaning against the sink.

As she sunk to her knees, she kissed down his chest and stomach before reaching his groin. She then cupped her breasts in her hands and slid Croix’s erection between them, pressing them tightly together around the thick shaft. The head rested against her collarbone, so like before, she leaned down and took it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, earning herself a low groan on pleasure from Croix in response.

Croix threaded his fingers through her hair with a groan, gently rocking his hips to thrust his erection between her breasts and into her mouth. Lyner also bobbed her head back and forth, running her tongue along the underside of his cock as she deep-throated him.

“Enough,” Croix grunted out, his hand knotting in her hair. “I want to be inside you.”

Reluctantly, Lyner slipped his cock out of her mouth and allowed him to pull her back to her feet, crushing her against his chest. She mewled as he started to bite and suck her neck, holding her tightly.

“Bathtub,” Croix said huskily against her throat.

Lyner could only nod as he led her over to the bath. He stepped in first, slipping to sit in the warm water. He then reached for Lyner, letting her step into the bath, standing on outer side of his thighs and facing him. She lowered herself into the water, placing one hand on his shoulder as the other slipped down his chest and torso to his groin. She palmed his erection for a few moment, loving the way the harden shaft felt against her hand.

She momentarily tightened her grip around his erection as she pushed herself onto her knees and shuffled slightly to position it against her pussy. She leaned forward to let her breasts brush against Croix’s face as she guided him into her, whimpering softly as she did so. She then dropped down suddenly into his lap, letting him fill her completely.

She gasped at the feeling. She felt complete when Croix was inside her like this.

“Ride me, Lyner,” Croix urged as he let his head roll back at the feel of Lyner’s intoxicating scent filling his senses once again. “Show me what you can do.”

“Haa...Croix...” she panted, her eyes slipping shut and her brow knotting in desire.

Lyner gripped the side of the bathtub with her hands as she began to lift herself up off of Croix’s lap before dropping back down. She repeated that motion, slowly at first before increasing the pace. Soon she was bouncing herself repeatedly on his cock, not caring if water was spilling over the side of the bathtub and onto the floor. Croix’s hands was gripping the sides of the tub tightly as well, letting Lyner ride him with her own power. Her breasts were bouncing with her frantic movements, beads of sweat already beginning to appear, mixing with the water droplets.

Lyner’s movements were becoming more frantic as she bounced herself up and down, her head being thrown back, her back arching her chest forward as she sobbed with pleasure. Croix groped her breasts with his large hands, purposely pinching the subtle nipples. It didn’t take her long at all to reach her orgasm and Croix gritted his teeth together in an attempt to keep her there for a bit longer.

“Oh!” Lyner whimpered loudly as she suddenly leaned forward and placed her hands on Croix’s shoulder, her bust pressing against his chest. “Croix, please,” she whispered into his ear, rolling her hips and tightening her muscles around his shaft.

The feeling of impaling herself on his dick was amazing, but it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t maintain the pace she so desired without Croix’s assistance.

Croix grabbed a hold of Lyner’s hips, lifting her off his lap before ramming her back down hard. Lyner gripped his shoulders tightly as she leaned back, throwing her head back on a whimper as waves of pleasure took hold. Her body began to shake and tremble as Croix once again lifted her off of him before forcing her to drop back down abruptly. The water of the bath rippled and splashed around them as Croix created a steady rhythm.

Lyner’s fingers grasped onto his shoulders desperately as she panted and moaned, her bust pressed up against his chest. Each time Croix moved her, her sensitive nipples would brush against his taut chest, giving her more pleasure.

Finally, Croix lifted her up and forced her down once last time as he thrusts his own hips forward, erupting his seed into her waiting body. Lyner opened her mouth on a silent scream before whimpering his name and collapsing against his chest, her body convulsing from ecstasy.

Croix wrapped his arms around Lyner’s body, a sense of smugness as he felt her tremble and shake in his arms and placed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “That was amazing,” he muttered.

“Hmm,” Lyner purred softly as she snuggled against his chest.

It was always amazing to her.