CHAPTER SEVEN THE BUTLER’S BLACKMA
CHAPTER SEVEN THE BUTLER’S BLACKMAIL
Sunshine peeked through the heavy curtains, waking Tatiana from a deep sleep. She stretched, immediately remembering what happened with Dante the night before. It still made her nervous. Stretching again, she noticed a silver plate on the nightstand. Something smelled delicious.
“Good morning, Miss Tatiana,” a voice said. Dubois, the proper butler, was standing by the bed.
“Good morning, Dubois,” Tatiana answered with a smile. She was surprised. “Breakfast in bed? What’s the special event?”
Dubois, dressed neatly in his stiff uniform, his face impossible to read, put the plate on her lap. “Lady Antonia ordered it.”
Tatiana dug into the croissant and fresh fruit. With Dubois watching her closely, she felt nervous to eat. “Roman must be in a good mood,” she said, trying to lighten the heavy air.
“Perhaps,” Dubois replied shortly. “Tell me, Miss Tatiana, did you have a nice evening yesterday?”
The question sounded casual but made Tatiana’s skin prickle. “It was lovely; thank you,” she said, missing the hidden meaning in his words.
Dubois leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “I wouldn’t say lovely, Miss Tatiana. Not when you were wrapped around Lord Dante like ivy on a garden wall, ignoring what’s proper.”
Tatiana choked on her coffee, the croissant forgotten. “What…what do you mean?”
Dubois‘ lips curled in a smug smile. “Don’t pretend, Miss Tatiana. I saw you the way you were with Lord Dante, like…like he was your last hope.”
Hot anger washed over Tatiana. “So what if I did? It’s none of your business!”
His smile widened, but no warmth touched his eyes. “Oh, but it is, Miss Tatiana. If your behavior shakes the delicate balance Lord Roman has built, everyone must take note.
Panic gnawed at Tatianatike a hungry rat. “What are you trying to say?”
“Just that Mr. Roman won’t be happy to learn about your misstep,” Dubois purred. “Especially considering his plans for you.”
Tatiana felt a cold fear seep into her bones. She remembered what she went through when Roman was dissatisfied with her. The thought of being trapped in that room again made her shiver.
“You can’t tell him,” she begged, hearing the desperation in her voice.
Dubois chuckled without humor. “Oh, I will. Unless…” He let his words hang like a spider waiting to
catch a fly.
Tatiana understood. “Money?” she said angrily.
“A small token of thanks,” Dubois replied lightly. “Enough to keep your secret.”
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“What do you want, Dubois?” she demanded.
The butler scoffed, Since you have chosen to play the whore rather than abide by your husband, Lord d Roman, I believe you will be able to do this one little thing for me.
“Just spit it out and get it over with, butler!”
The butler’s smile did not fade at her livid tone. “Go lock the door, my lady.”
Tatiana huffed, dragged herself out of bed, lazily walked to the door, and locked it with a sense of
reluctance.
In horror, she turned around to see the butler with his cock pecking out of his trousers. “Come down here, my lady, and help a poor old butler.”
Frowning at the thought, Tatiana knew that if she didn’t concede to his demands, she would face even worse consequences from Lord Roman. She kneeled before him and began to stroke his cock. Her lips touched the head of his cock and parted almost imperceptibly. The very tip of her tongue reached out and brushed the tip of his dick. She pushed her head down, and her lips began to wrap around him. Then she slowly but purposefully sucked the head of his cock into her waiting mouth.
The butler sucked in a huge lungful of air as Tatiana sucked as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. His length slowly slid back out of her silken lips until she reached the head, back into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue lapped against the underside of his dick while her cheeks sucked him in and out at an almost agonizingly, but deliciously slow, pace. Drool, mixed with probably a lot of cum, trailed down his ball sack.
In one hand, Tatiana gently held his testicles-“balls,, they’re such tiny balls,” she thought–while she leisurely ran the fingers of her other hand through his soft pubic hair. Pausing for a moment, she deeply inhaled his clean and slightly musky aroma.
His dick popped out of her mouth, and for a moment, nothing happened. Then she wrapped her fingers around him and started to slowly jack him off. Almost as slow as her sucking had been.
Tatiana was breathing heavily. She started licking all around the head of his dick. He immediately let out a deep moan, and he leaned back against the wall. She was pumping his cock with one hand, fondling his balls with the other, and licking, kissing, and sucking the tip with her mouth. He had never felt anything this good before.
She let go of his dick for a moment to push some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear, then resumed pumping him, never taking her mouth off his head. He pushed her hair away from her face and grabbed a bunch of her hair from the back of her head with his other hand.
The feeling of her hair being pulled by his strong hand while he gently pushed her head further down on his dick was really turning her on. She started sucking harder than before and making little grunting noises like an animal.
The butler closed his eyes and let himself drift away on this new level of sexual excitement. Time seemed too slow for him, as all his attention was on her mouth and tongue manipulating his cock.
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Suddenly, his legs were shaking as he reached his climax. His breathing had become rapid and shallow, almost frantic. She knew that she needed to time it just right. She stopped rolling the head of his dick with her tongue and started to suck the end while pumping him even harder with her hand.
He gave a soft grunt and hunched his hips a bit, pushing himself into her mouth just a little further. Her hand stopped pumping, but her mouth kept working the head of his dick. There were the tiniest of pauses, and then his dick started pulsing in her hand, and her mouth was filled with his sperm
his cum.
She started sucking and swallowing while he groaned deep in his chest. Spurt after spurt shot into her mouth. In a weird way, she didn’t want any to spill out. Somehow, she thought that letting that happen would, somehow, seem rude.
She almost laughed while picturing the scene. Here she was, her mouth stuffed with the butler’s cock and cum, giving him what she hoped was the biggest sexual thrill of his life so far, and she felt that letting a little of his cum drip out could be seen as rude. But she did feel that way. And he just kept cumming!
Right as she was about to panic, it slowed and then stopped. She allowed herself an internal sigh of relief and felt a little bit of pride that she had managed to swallow it all.
The butler quickly pushed her away, zipping up his trousers. “Well, my lady, I can see why Lord Roman chose such a whore like you for a wife.”
“Leave me to my breakfast, Dubois. You’ve already ruined half my appetite,” Tatiana declared with a sharp edge to her voice, her frown deepening.
The butler, ever the picture of courteous composure, swiftly responded, “Of course, my lady. Do have a lovely morning.” With a graceful bow, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Tatiana alone with a mix of frustration and a sense of vulnerability lingering in the air.
