Chronicles of a Maid

Croix leaned against the stone railing of his balcony, looking down at the green and well-manicured courtyards before. He wasn’t admiring the view of his estate, however, but rather observing his sister play with his new and rather unconventional maid.

Lyner was walking through the gardens with Corona, allowing the girl to take her hand and lead her on little adventures, pointing out flowers, showing off her favourite hiding places. And Lyner happily indulged her in her quirks, hugging Corona back whenever the other randomly hugged her, letting her put flowers in her hair.

It was heartening for him to see, to be perfectly honest. Since their parents died three years ago, Croix had been lumped with the full wait of his family’s estate and title. He had to grow up quickly and learn who he could trust and who he couldn’t. And he soon realised that there were more people he couldn’t trust than there were of those he could.

The ladies of society would call him aloof, mysterious and guarded. In reality, he was just extremely cautious. Regardless, he was young and rich, so was prime husband material.

He had vowed quickly never to get married.

However, the more he watched Lyner entertain his younger sister, the more he found himself entertaining the thought of marriage. He never dealt with such meaningless thoughts before. He was surrounded by money hungry debutants and their social climbing mothers. He had to be careful. And while he was indeed a business partner of Lord Leard Barsett, they were neither friends nor enemies. It would give the old man quite a shock if Lyner was the first of his daughters to get married. He always said that she was a trouble-making tomboy.

But, to Croix, she was more woman than any of the ladies of society.

The sound of a sharp knock at his door pulled Croix from his thoughts. He found himself frowning as he turned to step back into his office, hoping that the person on the other side wasn’t Luca or a representative of hers trying to blackmail him into marriage.

While the woman with long black hair and dark eyes wasn’t Miss Luca, she wasn’t much better. She was Jacqulin, widower and countess, and was Corona’s tutor. Some of her admirers refer to her as prim and proper, a true lady. But to Croix and his sister, she was a very cold and unpleasant. She had been hired by Croix’s parents to be Corona’s tutor, and while Croix found the woman to be disagreeable, he was reluctant to fire her for that reason.

Marching straight up to his desk, Jacqulin glowered at him. “You need to get rid of her,” she said quite tersely, not even bothering with the proper greetings of her employer.

Croix raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“That maid.”

Croix felt his eyes narrow defensively and sat down at his desk, resting his elbows on the desk and resting his chin on his folded hands. “Oh? Why?”

“She’s a bad influence on Corona,” Jacqulin huffed. “That Barsett girl is far too outspoken and wild for an impressionable young lady such as Corona. She’ll start getting ideas.”

“Like standing up for herself?” Croix found himself asking before he had a chance to consider his words wisely. “Doing what’s right and not what society expects? Thinking for herself? Is that why you mean?”

Jacqulin looked momentarily startled by his retort, but that indignant and superior expression soon marred her features and she sniffed haughtily. “There is no future for her unless she becomes a respectable lady of society and gain herself a worthy husband.”

“And she will, in her own time.”

“How ridiculous,” Jacqulin sneered in a very unlady-like manner, her hands curling into fists by her sides. “Even you are under that wench’s spell.”

“She is not a wench,” Croix responded sharply, placing his hands on top of his desk and pushing himself up to stand tall. He glared at the widower before him with a controlled sense of anger. “That is no way for a lady to speak, Ms Jacqulin. If this keeps up, I may resort to finding another tutor for my sister. I wouldn’t want her picking up such vile language.”

A mixture of emotions flittered across Jacqulin’s face in a matter of seconds; shock, disbelief, anger, indignation, defiance. However, she said nothing. There was nothing for her to say. If she had acted like a proper ‘person’ and simply approached him with her concerns, then he may have listened. But she chose to throw her weight around, making demands of the man who was her employer.

There was a right way of doing things, and there was the wrong way.

If there was not a desk between them, Jacqulin would have most likely slapped him across the face for being ‘disrespectful’ to a lady. It didn’t seem to occur to her that she, in turn, was the one being disrespectful. Instead, she hitched up her long dress and stormed out of his office in a dramatic huff. She left the door open behind her as she stomped down the hall.

Croix sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt frustrated, but also a satisfied that he had reminded Ms Jacqulin of her manners. It didn’t matter to him that she was a widow or a lady, which Jacqulin would most likely claim, but that she was being rude and disrespectful.

“Greetings, Master Croix.”

Snapping his head up at the new voice, Croix blinked when he saw a man, tall and muscular, stroll into his office. He relaxed at seeing him, though, remembering that he was but a hand full of people that he could trust. “Randolf? What brings you here?”

“Just dropping by to visit an old friend,” Randolf smiled in a friendly manner. He was a competent and well-mannered gentleman, although not from the wealthiest of backgrounds, his work ethic and manners won many admirers.

“Me or Lyner?” Croix questioned as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the balcony.

“Ah, so she is here,” Randolf said as he hurried toward the balcony, Croix following at a more leisurely pace. Randolf rested a hand on the railing and looked down, his eyebrows arching toward his hairline when he noted that Lyner was wearing a maid’s uniform.

“She really is working as a maid!” Randolf chuckled, somewhat amused and surprised. “How did you manage to get her into that?”

“Corona, actually,” Croix replied smoothly as he rested against the railing, looking down as well.

“Miss Aurica told me everything,” Randolf confessed. “I must admit, I’m not all that surprised. To Miss Lyner; family comes first.”

Croix gave a small smile. “She’s not backwards about coming forwards, is she?”

“Putting it lightly,” Randolf chuckled again. “That isn’t to say that she would do anything she didn’t want to do. No one can force her into doing anything. Not her father. Most certainly not society.”

“That’s very true.”

“Hm? Oh, your sister seems to adore Miss Lyner,” Randolf commented when Corona suddenly hugged Lyner around the waist, Lyner wrapping her arms around the girl and spinning them in a circle. Corona’s laughter could easily be heard.

“Yes, she’s the first Corona had ever willingly approached,” Croix said.

Randolf nodded, still smiling. “She’ll make a good mother and wife one day.”

“Yeah…”

“Maybe you’ll have to get her pregnant so you two can get married,” Randolf said as he teasingly nudged Croix with his elbow.

Croix rolled his eyes. “Randolf…”

“I’m just kidding,” Randolf said, chuckling as he pushed away from the railing and moved to step back inside. “In any case, I better get going.”

“Miss Aurica asked you to check up on her sister, hm? Oh, by the way, when are the two of you getting married?”

Randolf made an incoherent and spluttering reply before making a quick exit. Croix rolled his eyes again. Everyone was aware of Randolf’s affection for Aurica, even though the youngest Barsett girl had no idea. Naivety must run in the family.

He then turned his attention back to Lyner and found himself watching for a good few minutes. She did wear that maid’s uniform quite well, after all.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Croix…”

Lyner couldn’t help but whimper softly as Croix pushed her to lie on her back on top of his desk and slipped between her legs. His mouth closed hungrily over hers as he kissed her deeply, lowering his hard body to press against hers. His hands immediately began to tug at her uniform as his hips rutted against hers. He pulled down her top, exposing her breasts and immediately began to fondle them, squeezing and teasing them. Lyner moaned into the kiss as she arched her back, pushing her breasts firmly against his hand.

Pulling his mouth away from hers, Croix began to suck and nibble on her of her breasts while continuing to grope the other. Lyner threaded her left hand through his hair, pressing his face against her chest as she lifted her right hand to her mouth, biting the knuckle in order to muffle her noises of pleasure.

Then, his hand slipped from her chest, down her stomach to in-between her legs. He deftly pushed aside her panties, not bothering in taking them off yet. He petted her and stroked, before a long, thick finger slid inside her pussy, moving knuckle deep immediately.

“Ah!” Lyner made a noise of surprise, but it was quickly smothered when Croix removed his mouth from her chest to kiss her deeply once more, pushing his tongue deeply into her mouth.

Croix continued to kiss her as he began to move his finger inside of her pussy, slipping in and out in a slow but pleasurable way. And Lyner could do nothing but clutch at Croix’s shoulders, whimpering into his mouth, her body shuddering when Croix added another finger. In and out, moving knuckle deep before scissoring. The pressure in Lyner’s groin continued to grow as her body quivered from Croix’s administrations.

“Croix!” Lyner whimpered, breaking the kiss harshly so she could breathe.

“Want me inside you?” Croix asked, whispering into her ear.

Lyner only whimpered at the clearly stupid question. Of course she did!

Biting her bottom lip when Croix removed his large fingers from her inner warmth, Lyner watched as he took a half step back to hastily undo his pants, pushing aside the belt and pulling down the zipper. She shivered in anticipation when she caught sight of Croix’s erection. She then lifted her legs, allowing Croix to slip his hands under her knees.

With the zipper of his pants folded back, Croix moved forward, slipping in-between her spread legs. Propping her legs around his waist, Croix nudged the head of his cock against her entrance, making her breathe in sharply in anticipation.

“Croix, please,” she whimpered again.

Finally, Croix bucked his hips forward, the thick head of his erection pushing into her pussy, entering Lyner fully. He pushed all the way in, to the hilt. Lyner’s back arched off the desk, her mouth opening on a silent scream. Her body was so in-tune with his touches that she reacted so passionately when Croix joined their bodies together. The feel of Croix’s cock filling her to the brim was utterly amazing.

Croix stilled inside her, panting silently at the heat of Lyner’s body around his shaft, swallowing him whole. Slowly, he pulled out so only the tip of his shaft was inside of Lyner. Then, without warning, his hips bucked forward again, pushing deep inside of Lyner’s body. And as he did so, Lyner reacted erotically, her back arching off the desk, a sudden cry ripping from her throat, which was thankfully muffled by her hand. Croix had found her sweet spot effortlessly.

Quickly, he began to move again. Sliding out of Lyner’s body before slamming back in as powerfully as he could, moving as deeply as Lyner’s body allowed him to. A rhythm was soon formed and Croix was bucking wildly into her, each thrust seemingly more pleasurable than the last.

Covering her mouth with one hand, Lyner gripped at Croix’s shoulder with the other. Her head was tilted back, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned, whimpered and mewled in absolute pleasure. Croix leaned over her, his hands planted firmly on either side of her body as he rocked into her, Lyner trembling in time with his movements, her breasts bouncing and jiggling.

Although lost in a haze of ecstasy, Lyner couldn’t help but feel that there was something more intimate about their encounter today. She couldn’t quite figure out what that was, but something just felt more intense. Of course, she wasn’t complaining. Croix just seemed to need her more than he usually did.

A few well aimed and pleasurable thrusts later, Lyner reached her peak and cried out her orgasm, tears seeping from her eyes from the intensity. Not long after, Croix stilled and groaned lowly as he came inside her, collapsing on top of her.

Lyner immediately wrapped her arms around him, feeling heated and satisfied, even if her back did hurt a little from the stiffness of the desk underneath her. She uttered a gasp when Croix unexpected planted a chaste kiss to her lips before sighing when he removed himself from her body, pulling away from her.

Taking a moment to gather her wits, Lyner winced slightly as she slid off the desk, both from the twinge of pain from her lower back and from the feeling of bodily fluids slipping down her legs. Thank goodness it was late in the afternoon so she could slip back into her room and get cleaned up before putting Corona to bed.

“Are you alright?” Croix suddenly asked her.

“I’m fine,” Lyner automatically replied. “My back is just a little sore. Corona kept wanting me to pick her up and swing her around today.”

“Yeah,” Croix said as the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. “I know.”

Lyner tilted her head to the side in puzzlement. Oh? How did he know?