Yes Sir
Title: Yes Sir
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: AU. Victorian England. Matthew is the son of a lord, Dominic is a young and innocent servant: "The moment Matthew laid eyes on the boy, he knew he had to have him."
Feedback: Makes me do the dance of joy.
Disclaimer: Fake as fake could be.
Notes: I was thinking about where I want to take my office workers story next (yes, I'm doing another one) and was maybe going to include a bit where our dynamic duo discuss roleplaying and, more specifically, some kind of master/servant seduction game. But then that particular scenario took on a life of its own and turned into a story in its own right. And here it is.
Dominic scurries through the upper halls of the Bellamy house. He should not be here: he works below stairs and is not allowed in the upper levels of the house. But Lord Bellamy has taken his family out for the day, Dominic has finished his own work and his curious nature has gotten the better of him. He wants to see how the gentry live. Opening a door at random, he finds himself in a large bedroom. But he is not alone: a young, dark-haired man is looking at him. This must be the younger son, master Matthew. Dominic can feel himself blushing.
"Forgive me, sir. I did not know you were here."
"No need to apologise." Matthew sits on the edge of the bed and pats the spot next to him. "Come and sit with me."
Of course Dominic obeys, what choice does he have? If he is lucky, the young master will not report him for trespassing. He sits next to Matthew.
"Have I seen you before?"
"No, sir. I work below stairs." Dominic racks his brains, trying to come up with an explanation for his intrusion, but Matthew does not pursue the matter.
"What is your name?"
"Dominic, sir."
Matthew does not respond to this, he just sits and stares. Dominic clears his throat awkwardly.
"I have heard the other servants talking about you, sir."
"Have you, now? What do they say?"
"They say you have been educated abroad and are recently returned to England. You must have seen some wonderful things on your travels, sir."
"Indeed I have. I have had quite a few interesting experiences and have learned a great deal, especially about pleasure."
Dominic almost jumps out of his skin when he feels the young master's hand on his thigh.
"Pleasure, sir?"
"Yes, Dominic, pleasure. How to take it and how to give it."
Dominic begins to sweat as Matthew's hand glides up and down his thigh.
"How old are you, Dominic?"
"Fifteen, sir."
Matthew smiles. "All grown up, then?"
"If you say so, sir."
"Do you have a friend, Dominic? A special friend?"
"What do you mean, sir?"
"A lady friend, perhaps?"
"Oh. No, sir."
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"No, sir."
"A boy?"
"No, sir"
"What a pity. Such a waste of a pretty little mouth like yours."
Dominic's reply is cut off when Matthew leans forward and presses their lips together, kissing him softly. Dominic freezes, unsure of how to proceed. He cannot push Matthew away, that much is clear. Matthew is a master and Dominic is a servant. The young master has the power, the servant none. And ... this is not unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Matthew is still kissing him and rubbing his thigh gently and Dominic can feel his body responding to the young master's touch. Fear and uncertainty give way to desire and he relaxes, surrendering himself to Matthew. His reaction does not go unnoticed: Matthew's kisses become more passionate and his tongue slips between Dominic's lips, ravishing the boy's mouth.
The young master puts his hand on Dominic's shoulder and pushes him down. Dominic falls back onto the bed and Matthew covers the boy's body with his own. And still they kiss, tongues sliding wetly together as the hand on Dominic's thigh moves higher, caressing him through his trousers, making him moan deep in his throat. Matthew breaks the kiss, ignoring the boy's whines of protest as he undoes the fastenings on Dominic's trousers. The boy is bare beneath the cloth and his stiff prick rises to greet Matthew. The young master wraps his long fingers around Dominic's length and begins to stroke him. Dominic's eyes roll back in his head as Matthew touches him. He has pleasured himself before, but it has never been like this.
"Do you like this, Dominic? Does it feel good?"
"Yes, sir. It feels so, so good."
"Ah, but did you know it can feel even better?"
Matthew lowers his head and takes Dominic in his mouth. Dominic's hands clutch the bed clothes, all coherent thought leaving his mind. The rest of the world falls away, the only thing he is aware of is the head between his legs, the mouth sucking his prick. Matthew suddenly releases him and stands. Dominic looks up at the young master, confused.
"Undress for me, Dominic. Now."
Dominic hurries to obey, pulling his clothes off and Matthew smiles at the boy's eagerness. Naked, Dominic lies on the bed, waiting for Matthew's next order. Matthew begins to remove his own clothes.
"Look at you, such a beautiful boy. I want to run my hands all over your body. I want to lick you everywhere."
Dominic blushes and Matthew smiles again as he continues undressing, pleased with the boy's reaction. He meant what he said: Dominic truly is a beautiful sight, lying on the bed, naked and ready for Matthew. The moment Matthew laid eyes on the boy, he knew he had to have him. Some men would scoff at Matthew's seduction, calling it a waste of time. They would simply take the boy. But Matthew does not care to be acquainted with such boors and has nothing but contempt for their methods. Using brute strength or his superior social standing to get the things he wants - where is the challenge in that? Now, to seduce someone, to overcome their resistance and see them submit of their own free will, that is the real challenge.
Matthew, naked now, covers Dominic again, both of them moaning when their erect members brush against each other. The young master kisses Dominic again as his finger traces small circles on the boy's stomach. Then he moves down Dominic's body, kissing and licking the bare skin, the boy's moans and cries sweet music to his ears. Matthew grabs Dominic's thighs and pulls him to the edge of the bed. Kneeling between Dominic's legs, Matthew spreads his arsecheeks and flicks his tongue over the boy's entrance.
Dominic's body rises from the bed and Matthew grips his thighs and holds him down as he licks his arsehole. Dominic cries out steadily as Matthew tastes him. Then he feels Matthew's tongue sliding inside him and he loses the ability to think. His hands grip the edge of the bed and he tries to shove himself down on Matthew's tongue, wanting more of that wet and delicious muscle.
Matthew slides his tongue in and out of Dominic, preparing him. He pulls his tongue out completely and sucks his fingers, making sure they are nice and wet. Matthew slips one finger into Dominic's arse and the boy squirms; the sensation is not painful, it just feels strange, new. Matthew moves his finger, searching for that special spot deep inside. He knows he has hit it when Dominic screams. Adding a second finger, he stretches Dominic's hole, making him ready.
The young master removes his fingers, spits in his hand and spreads the fluid over his prick, making it wet. Then he lays atop Dominic once more and enters him, pushing inside him slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt the boy anymore than he has to. Dominic bites his lip to stop himself screaming. The pain is too much, he feels like he is being split in two. Matthew strokes the boy's hair, trying to soothe him.
"I know it hurts. The first time is always painful. But it will pass, I promise."
Dominic nods and tries to relax. Matthew begins to move in and out of him with long, slow thrusts. As Dominic's body grows accustomed to this new sensation the pain begins to fade, as Matthew said it would. His moans of pain become moans of pleasure. Matthew thrusts harder, loving the way Dominic feels: so hot and tight, he is perfect. Then the head of Matthew's prick hits Dominic's prostate and his mind splinters into a thousand pieces. He never thought anything could feel as good as this does.
"Do you like this, Dominic?" Matthew's voice is rough with desire. "Do you like it when I fuck you?"
Dominic gasps at the crudeness of the word. He has heard it before, of course. But Dominic's mother would wash his mouth out with soap if she heard him say it and he never expected to hear it from the lips of a gentleman like Matthew.
"Yes, sir."
"Then say it."
"I love it when you fuck me, sir."
"Dirty little boy, I knew you would. Touch yourself. Touch yourself while I fuck you."
Dominic does as he is told, sliding a hand between their bodies and frigging himself as Matthew fucks him. With his free hand Dominic grabs Matthew by the neck and slams their mouths together. This unexpected boldness delights Matthew and his thrusts become rougher as he feels his climax approaching. Tearing his mouth away from Dominic's, Matthew bites down on the flesh of his neck, marking the boy as his. The mix of pain and pleasure is too much for Dominic: he throws his head back and screams as he finds his release. His climax triggers Matthew's, the young master grunting through clenched teeth as he comes inside Dominic's willing body. Spent, he falls forward onto Dominic. They stay like this for a moment, then Matthew pulls out and turns them until he is lying on his back with Dominic's head on his chest. He runs his hand through the boy's sweaty hair.
"I really must speak to my father about you, Dominic."
Dominic raises his head and looks at Matthew, suddenly worried.
"Sir?"
"I want you to be my servant. Would you like that, Dominic? Would you like to be mine?"
Dominic smiles and lays his head on his master's chest again.
"Yes, sir. I would."
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: AU. Victorian England. Matthew is the son of a lord, Dominic is a young and innocent servant: "The moment Matthew laid eyes on the boy, he knew he had to have him."
Feedback: Makes me do the dance of joy.
Disclaimer: Fake as fake could be.
Notes: I was thinking about where I want to take my office workers story next (yes, I'm doing another one) and was maybe going to include a bit where our dynamic duo discuss roleplaying and, more specifically, some kind of master/servant seduction game. But then that particular scenario took on a life of its own and turned into a story in its own right. And here it is.
Dominic scurries through the upper halls of the Bellamy house. He should not be here: he works below stairs and is not allowed in the upper levels of the house. But Lord Bellamy has taken his family out for the day, Dominic has finished his own work and his curious nature has gotten the better of him. He wants to see how the gentry live. Opening a door at random, he finds himself in a large bedroom. But he is not alone: a young, dark-haired man is looking at him. This must be the younger son, master Matthew. Dominic can feel himself blushing.
"Forgive me, sir. I did not know you were here."
"No need to apologise." Matthew sits on the edge of the bed and pats the spot next to him. "Come and sit with me."
Of course Dominic obeys, what choice does he have? If he is lucky, the young master will not report him for trespassing. He sits next to Matthew.
"Have I seen you before?"
"No, sir. I work below stairs." Dominic racks his brains, trying to come up with an explanation for his intrusion, but Matthew does not pursue the matter.
"What is your name?"
"Dominic, sir."
Matthew does not respond to this, he just sits and stares. Dominic clears his throat awkwardly.
"I have heard the other servants talking about you, sir."
"Have you, now? What do they say?"
"They say you have been educated abroad and are recently returned to England. You must have seen some wonderful things on your travels, sir."
"Indeed I have. I have had quite a few interesting experiences and have learned a great deal, especially about pleasure."
Dominic almost jumps out of his skin when he feels the young master's hand on his thigh.
"Pleasure, sir?"
"Yes, Dominic, pleasure. How to take it and how to give it."
Dominic begins to sweat as Matthew's hand glides up and down his thigh.
"How old are you, Dominic?"
"Fifteen, sir."
Matthew smiles. "All grown up, then?"
"If you say so, sir."
"Do you have a friend, Dominic? A special friend?"
"What do you mean, sir?"
"A lady friend, perhaps?"
"Oh. No, sir."
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"No, sir."
"A boy?"
"No, sir"
"What a pity. Such a waste of a pretty little mouth like yours."
Dominic's reply is cut off when Matthew leans forward and presses their lips together, kissing him softly. Dominic freezes, unsure of how to proceed. He cannot push Matthew away, that much is clear. Matthew is a master and Dominic is a servant. The young master has the power, the servant none. And ... this is not unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Matthew is still kissing him and rubbing his thigh gently and Dominic can feel his body responding to the young master's touch. Fear and uncertainty give way to desire and he relaxes, surrendering himself to Matthew. His reaction does not go unnoticed: Matthew's kisses become more passionate and his tongue slips between Dominic's lips, ravishing the boy's mouth.
The young master puts his hand on Dominic's shoulder and pushes him down. Dominic falls back onto the bed and Matthew covers the boy's body with his own. And still they kiss, tongues sliding wetly together as the hand on Dominic's thigh moves higher, caressing him through his trousers, making him moan deep in his throat. Matthew breaks the kiss, ignoring the boy's whines of protest as he undoes the fastenings on Dominic's trousers. The boy is bare beneath the cloth and his stiff prick rises to greet Matthew. The young master wraps his long fingers around Dominic's length and begins to stroke him. Dominic's eyes roll back in his head as Matthew touches him. He has pleasured himself before, but it has never been like this.
"Do you like this, Dominic? Does it feel good?"
"Yes, sir. It feels so, so good."
"Ah, but did you know it can feel even better?"
Matthew lowers his head and takes Dominic in his mouth. Dominic's hands clutch the bed clothes, all coherent thought leaving his mind. The rest of the world falls away, the only thing he is aware of is the head between his legs, the mouth sucking his prick. Matthew suddenly releases him and stands. Dominic looks up at the young master, confused.
"Undress for me, Dominic. Now."
Dominic hurries to obey, pulling his clothes off and Matthew smiles at the boy's eagerness. Naked, Dominic lies on the bed, waiting for Matthew's next order. Matthew begins to remove his own clothes.
"Look at you, such a beautiful boy. I want to run my hands all over your body. I want to lick you everywhere."
Dominic blushes and Matthew smiles again as he continues undressing, pleased with the boy's reaction. He meant what he said: Dominic truly is a beautiful sight, lying on the bed, naked and ready for Matthew. The moment Matthew laid eyes on the boy, he knew he had to have him. Some men would scoff at Matthew's seduction, calling it a waste of time. They would simply take the boy. But Matthew does not care to be acquainted with such boors and has nothing but contempt for their methods. Using brute strength or his superior social standing to get the things he wants - where is the challenge in that? Now, to seduce someone, to overcome their resistance and see them submit of their own free will, that is the real challenge.
Matthew, naked now, covers Dominic again, both of them moaning when their erect members brush against each other. The young master kisses Dominic again as his finger traces small circles on the boy's stomach. Then he moves down Dominic's body, kissing and licking the bare skin, the boy's moans and cries sweet music to his ears. Matthew grabs Dominic's thighs and pulls him to the edge of the bed. Kneeling between Dominic's legs, Matthew spreads his arsecheeks and flicks his tongue over the boy's entrance.
Dominic's body rises from the bed and Matthew grips his thighs and holds him down as he licks his arsehole. Dominic cries out steadily as Matthew tastes him. Then he feels Matthew's tongue sliding inside him and he loses the ability to think. His hands grip the edge of the bed and he tries to shove himself down on Matthew's tongue, wanting more of that wet and delicious muscle.
Matthew slides his tongue in and out of Dominic, preparing him. He pulls his tongue out completely and sucks his fingers, making sure they are nice and wet. Matthew slips one finger into Dominic's arse and the boy squirms; the sensation is not painful, it just feels strange, new. Matthew moves his finger, searching for that special spot deep inside. He knows he has hit it when Dominic screams. Adding a second finger, he stretches Dominic's hole, making him ready.
The young master removes his fingers, spits in his hand and spreads the fluid over his prick, making it wet. Then he lays atop Dominic once more and enters him, pushing inside him slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt the boy anymore than he has to. Dominic bites his lip to stop himself screaming. The pain is too much, he feels like he is being split in two. Matthew strokes the boy's hair, trying to soothe him.
"I know it hurts. The first time is always painful. But it will pass, I promise."
Dominic nods and tries to relax. Matthew begins to move in and out of him with long, slow thrusts. As Dominic's body grows accustomed to this new sensation the pain begins to fade, as Matthew said it would. His moans of pain become moans of pleasure. Matthew thrusts harder, loving the way Dominic feels: so hot and tight, he is perfect. Then the head of Matthew's prick hits Dominic's prostate and his mind splinters into a thousand pieces. He never thought anything could feel as good as this does.
"Do you like this, Dominic?" Matthew's voice is rough with desire. "Do you like it when I fuck you?"
Dominic gasps at the crudeness of the word. He has heard it before, of course. But Dominic's mother would wash his mouth out with soap if she heard him say it and he never expected to hear it from the lips of a gentleman like Matthew.
"Yes, sir."
"Then say it."
"I love it when you fuck me, sir."
"Dirty little boy, I knew you would. Touch yourself. Touch yourself while I fuck you."
Dominic does as he is told, sliding a hand between their bodies and frigging himself as Matthew fucks him. With his free hand Dominic grabs Matthew by the neck and slams their mouths together. This unexpected boldness delights Matthew and his thrusts become rougher as he feels his climax approaching. Tearing his mouth away from Dominic's, Matthew bites down on the flesh of his neck, marking the boy as his. The mix of pain and pleasure is too much for Dominic: he throws his head back and screams as he finds his release. His climax triggers Matthew's, the young master grunting through clenched teeth as he comes inside Dominic's willing body. Spent, he falls forward onto Dominic. They stay like this for a moment, then Matthew pulls out and turns them until he is lying on his back with Dominic's head on his chest. He runs his hand through the boy's sweaty hair.
"I really must speak to my father about you, Dominic."
Dominic raises his head and looks at Matthew, suddenly worried.
"Sir?"
"I want you to be my servant. Would you like that, Dominic? Would you like to be mine?"
Dominic smiles and lays his head on his master's chest again.
"Yes, sir. I would."