Yes Sir Part Four
Title: Yes Sir Part Four
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.
This new serving girl will not stay long. This is Dominic's opinion, anyway. She is loud, talkative and has rather a high opinion of herself. She left her last position under a cloud. An affair with the son of her employer did not end well and she has spent her brief time in the Bellamy household airing her grievances to all and sundry:
"Masters and masters' sons are all the same, take my word for it. Oh, they talk pretty when it suits them and they promise you the moon. But do not be fooled, all they care about is their own pleasure. All take and no give, that is the way of it. And when they have had their fill you are cast off while they move onto fresh conquests."
This is not appropriate dinner conversation and Dominic can see his mother and his aunt Ellen tutting in disapproval. He keeps his eyes on his plate and ignores the girl as best he can. But he must have caught her eye for she accosts him in the passage outside the kitchen later that evening, pressing him up against the wall. He could overpower her easily enough but Dominic would never dream of raising his hand to a woman. She flutters her eyelashes.
"You are a well-turned out young man and no mistake. What is your name?"
"Dominic."
"I am Milly. Would you like to come along to my room? I have one to myself and I could teach you a few things."
"What kind of things?"
Milly giggles and jiggles her bosoms in a fetching manner but Dominic is not fetched.
"Oh look at you, so innocent, it is too adorable for words. Well, I could show you something else you can do with your prick besides let piss out of it. What do you think of that?"
"My mother would disapprove."
"How would she find out?"
"She is standing behind you."
Startled, Milly whirls around. Dominic spoke the truth: Mrs. Howard is standing there with a rolling pin in her hand and murder in her eyes. Milly blushes furiously and beats a hasty retreat.
"Run, you little tart," Mrs. Howard calls after her, "and keep your hands off my son!"
She faces Dominic.
"Stay away from her, Dominic. She is more trouble than she is worth."
"I will, Mum."
"That goes for all the serving girls, my lad. I know you are at a curious age and I suppose I cannot stop you partaking of certain pleasures. But promise me you will not become involved with any girl in this household. It almost always leads to disaster."
"I promise. I will not become involved with any girl in this household, Mum, of that you can be sure."
*****************************************************************************************************
Milly keeps her distance after that but Dominic finds himself thinking about what she said about masters and how they are all the same. There may be some truth to what she says but Dominic does not, cannot, believe all masters are alike. His master is better than that, Dominic is sure of it. He is generous in bed, does not selfishly seek his own pleasure at the expense of Dominic's. And he seems to genuinely enjoy spending time with Dominic. No, not all masters are alike.
*****************************************************************************************************
Matthew lies on his back and Dominic lies on his side, resting his chin on his hand, listening to his master speak. Matthew falls silent and looks at Dominic thoughtfully. Dominic stirs uneasily.
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"You were listening to me."
"Of course, sir."
"Very few people do."
"Your friends do not listen?"
Matthew snorts.
"My friends, as you call them, are a bunch of ill-mannered dunderheads. They seek my company because they are impressed by my father's wealth, not because they like me. They do not listen, they just sit around and wait for an opportunity to speak, although I cannot imagine anyone ever wanting to hear anything they have to say, for they have all the intellectual ability of a turnip. Believe me, Dominic, you are worth ten of any one of them."
He pulls Dominic to him and their lips meet. But then the door handle rattles.
"Matthew?"
It is Lady Bellamy. Matthew curses and fairly leaps out of bed. He walks over to the door and slaps it angrily.
"Go away!"
"Why have you locked your door?"
"To keep out annoying females who have no business anywhere near my rooms."
"What are you doing in there?"
"I am fucking my manservant up the arse, Mother."
"I do wish you would not use such vulgar language, Matthew, you know I do not like it."
"I know and I do not care."
"Kindly stop doing whatever it is that you are really doing and come to my parlor, would you, dear? I would speak with you."
"Go to Hell, woman."
"I will be waiting, Matthew."
They can hear her footsteps retreating down the hall. Matthew stamps back to the bed. He flops on his back and glares up at the ceiling. Dominic reaches out and places a hand on Matthew's chest. The touch has the desired effect and some of the tension drains out of Matthew's body. He covers Dominic's hand with his own and sighs.
"You would not speak to your mother like that, would you, Dominic?"
"Certainly not, sir. She would roast me over a slow fire if I did."
Matthew smiles.
"I know I was rough with her but I have my reasons."
He does not elaborate and Dominic knows better than to pursue the matter. Matthew shifts slightly and Dominic expects he will get up and go to his mother. But then he pushes Dominic onto his back and captures the boy's lips with his own. Dominic moans, already aroused.
"Sir," he gasps as Matthew's lips blaze a hot trail down his throat, "your mother wants you to go to her."
"She does. But I would much rather stay here and sport with you."
"She ... she is waiting."
"Let her wait. I will not go to her immediately and she knows this. And I have been struck with an urgent desire to feel your hand tugging on my prick."
Dominic feels his master's fingers on his prick and he reaches down and takes his master in hand. It is a slow, gentle encounter and, compared to some of their other exploits, quite tame. That does not make it any less enjoyable for either one of them. Dominic stares up into his master's eyes, those - beautiful, beautiful blue eyes - as he frigs him, relishing the feel of the other man's prick, hot and heavy in his hand. He feels the pressure building and knows he is close. With his free hand he scratches at the base of his master's spine, a move he knows will drive Matthew wild. Matthew stiffens, then thrusts furiously into Dominic's hand. Dominic feels his masters seed on his hand and his stomach and, moments later, enjoys his own climax. They collapse into a satisfied and sticky heap, holding each other close. Matthew yawns.
"I suppose I should go see her."
In the bathroom they wash all the evidence of their latest coupling away. Returning to the bedroom, Dominic dresses quickly and turns his attention to Matthew, bringing him a clean suit. Matthew dresses and Dominic runs the brush over his coat and adjusts his cravat. Matthew goes over to the mirror and casts a critical eye over his reflection.
"Do I look alright, Dominic?"
"Perfect, sir."
Matthew cups Dominic's face in his hands and kisses him sweetly.
"I will not need you again until sometime after dinner."
Dominic nods and Matthew releases him. He unlocks his bedroom door and goes to his mother.
*************************************************************************************************************
Matthew spends the following morning in his sitting room, gazing out the window, lost in thought. Dominic does not think the interview with Lady Bellamy went well. Then Matthew blinks and appears to snap out of his funk.
"It is a beautiful day, I think I will go for a walk. Would you care to join me, Dominic?"
"If you want me to, sir."
"Of course I want you to. You know I enjoy your company."
They turn as the door is kicked open and a tall, powerfully built man strides in. He is wearing good clothes but they are filthy and he smells of strong drink. He spies Matthew and his mouth twists into a cruel sneer.
"Did you think I would take this lying down, Matthew? Did you really think you could get away with it?"
The man goes to the small table by the fireplace and picks up the brandy decanter. Matthew shuffles over to Dominic while the stranger is distracted.
"Dominic, do you know my father's man?"
"Gregory?"
"Yes. Go to my father's rooms, find Gregory and tell him Paul is here. He will know what to do. Go, quickly now!"
Dominic obeys, running through hallways and up staircases. By the time he finds Geoffrey he is sweating and out of breath. He gasps out his message. At the word 'Paul' Gregory straightens up and his brow darkens.
"Wait here."
Gregory leaves and returns with two stableboys. Dominic brings them to his master's sitting room. He is told to stay back as Gregory and the stableboys charge in. Dominic hears angry shouts and peers into the room. The stableboys are restraining the stranger. Then Dominic's hands fly to his mouth and his eyes widen in dismay. Matthew is lying on the floor by the fireplace and the blood pouring out of his head seeps into the carpet.
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.
This new serving girl will not stay long. This is Dominic's opinion, anyway. She is loud, talkative and has rather a high opinion of herself. She left her last position under a cloud. An affair with the son of her employer did not end well and she has spent her brief time in the Bellamy household airing her grievances to all and sundry:
"Masters and masters' sons are all the same, take my word for it. Oh, they talk pretty when it suits them and they promise you the moon. But do not be fooled, all they care about is their own pleasure. All take and no give, that is the way of it. And when they have had their fill you are cast off while they move onto fresh conquests."
This is not appropriate dinner conversation and Dominic can see his mother and his aunt Ellen tutting in disapproval. He keeps his eyes on his plate and ignores the girl as best he can. But he must have caught her eye for she accosts him in the passage outside the kitchen later that evening, pressing him up against the wall. He could overpower her easily enough but Dominic would never dream of raising his hand to a woman. She flutters her eyelashes.
"You are a well-turned out young man and no mistake. What is your name?"
"Dominic."
"I am Milly. Would you like to come along to my room? I have one to myself and I could teach you a few things."
"What kind of things?"
Milly giggles and jiggles her bosoms in a fetching manner but Dominic is not fetched.
"Oh look at you, so innocent, it is too adorable for words. Well, I could show you something else you can do with your prick besides let piss out of it. What do you think of that?"
"My mother would disapprove."
"How would she find out?"
"She is standing behind you."
Startled, Milly whirls around. Dominic spoke the truth: Mrs. Howard is standing there with a rolling pin in her hand and murder in her eyes. Milly blushes furiously and beats a hasty retreat.
"Run, you little tart," Mrs. Howard calls after her, "and keep your hands off my son!"
She faces Dominic.
"Stay away from her, Dominic. She is more trouble than she is worth."
"I will, Mum."
"That goes for all the serving girls, my lad. I know you are at a curious age and I suppose I cannot stop you partaking of certain pleasures. But promise me you will not become involved with any girl in this household. It almost always leads to disaster."
"I promise. I will not become involved with any girl in this household, Mum, of that you can be sure."
*****************************************************************************************************
Milly keeps her distance after that but Dominic finds himself thinking about what she said about masters and how they are all the same. There may be some truth to what she says but Dominic does not, cannot, believe all masters are alike. His master is better than that, Dominic is sure of it. He is generous in bed, does not selfishly seek his own pleasure at the expense of Dominic's. And he seems to genuinely enjoy spending time with Dominic. No, not all masters are alike.
*****************************************************************************************************
Matthew lies on his back and Dominic lies on his side, resting his chin on his hand, listening to his master speak. Matthew falls silent and looks at Dominic thoughtfully. Dominic stirs uneasily.
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"You were listening to me."
"Of course, sir."
"Very few people do."
"Your friends do not listen?"
Matthew snorts.
"My friends, as you call them, are a bunch of ill-mannered dunderheads. They seek my company because they are impressed by my father's wealth, not because they like me. They do not listen, they just sit around and wait for an opportunity to speak, although I cannot imagine anyone ever wanting to hear anything they have to say, for they have all the intellectual ability of a turnip. Believe me, Dominic, you are worth ten of any one of them."
He pulls Dominic to him and their lips meet. But then the door handle rattles.
"Matthew?"
It is Lady Bellamy. Matthew curses and fairly leaps out of bed. He walks over to the door and slaps it angrily.
"Go away!"
"Why have you locked your door?"
"To keep out annoying females who have no business anywhere near my rooms."
"What are you doing in there?"
"I am fucking my manservant up the arse, Mother."
"I do wish you would not use such vulgar language, Matthew, you know I do not like it."
"I know and I do not care."
"Kindly stop doing whatever it is that you are really doing and come to my parlor, would you, dear? I would speak with you."
"Go to Hell, woman."
"I will be waiting, Matthew."
They can hear her footsteps retreating down the hall. Matthew stamps back to the bed. He flops on his back and glares up at the ceiling. Dominic reaches out and places a hand on Matthew's chest. The touch has the desired effect and some of the tension drains out of Matthew's body. He covers Dominic's hand with his own and sighs.
"You would not speak to your mother like that, would you, Dominic?"
"Certainly not, sir. She would roast me over a slow fire if I did."
Matthew smiles.
"I know I was rough with her but I have my reasons."
He does not elaborate and Dominic knows better than to pursue the matter. Matthew shifts slightly and Dominic expects he will get up and go to his mother. But then he pushes Dominic onto his back and captures the boy's lips with his own. Dominic moans, already aroused.
"Sir," he gasps as Matthew's lips blaze a hot trail down his throat, "your mother wants you to go to her."
"She does. But I would much rather stay here and sport with you."
"She ... she is waiting."
"Let her wait. I will not go to her immediately and she knows this. And I have been struck with an urgent desire to feel your hand tugging on my prick."
Dominic feels his master's fingers on his prick and he reaches down and takes his master in hand. It is a slow, gentle encounter and, compared to some of their other exploits, quite tame. That does not make it any less enjoyable for either one of them. Dominic stares up into his master's eyes, those - beautiful, beautiful blue eyes - as he frigs him, relishing the feel of the other man's prick, hot and heavy in his hand. He feels the pressure building and knows he is close. With his free hand he scratches at the base of his master's spine, a move he knows will drive Matthew wild. Matthew stiffens, then thrusts furiously into Dominic's hand. Dominic feels his masters seed on his hand and his stomach and, moments later, enjoys his own climax. They collapse into a satisfied and sticky heap, holding each other close. Matthew yawns.
"I suppose I should go see her."
In the bathroom they wash all the evidence of their latest coupling away. Returning to the bedroom, Dominic dresses quickly and turns his attention to Matthew, bringing him a clean suit. Matthew dresses and Dominic runs the brush over his coat and adjusts his cravat. Matthew goes over to the mirror and casts a critical eye over his reflection.
"Do I look alright, Dominic?"
"Perfect, sir."
Matthew cups Dominic's face in his hands and kisses him sweetly.
"I will not need you again until sometime after dinner."
Dominic nods and Matthew releases him. He unlocks his bedroom door and goes to his mother.
*************************************************************************************************************
Matthew spends the following morning in his sitting room, gazing out the window, lost in thought. Dominic does not think the interview with Lady Bellamy went well. Then Matthew blinks and appears to snap out of his funk.
"It is a beautiful day, I think I will go for a walk. Would you care to join me, Dominic?"
"If you want me to, sir."
"Of course I want you to. You know I enjoy your company."
They turn as the door is kicked open and a tall, powerfully built man strides in. He is wearing good clothes but they are filthy and he smells of strong drink. He spies Matthew and his mouth twists into a cruel sneer.
"Did you think I would take this lying down, Matthew? Did you really think you could get away with it?"
The man goes to the small table by the fireplace and picks up the brandy decanter. Matthew shuffles over to Dominic while the stranger is distracted.
"Dominic, do you know my father's man?"
"Gregory?"
"Yes. Go to my father's rooms, find Gregory and tell him Paul is here. He will know what to do. Go, quickly now!"
Dominic obeys, running through hallways and up staircases. By the time he finds Geoffrey he is sweating and out of breath. He gasps out his message. At the word 'Paul' Gregory straightens up and his brow darkens.
"Wait here."
Gregory leaves and returns with two stableboys. Dominic brings them to his master's sitting room. He is told to stay back as Gregory and the stableboys charge in. Dominic hears angry shouts and peers into the room. The stableboys are restraining the stranger. Then Dominic's hands fly to his mouth and his eyes widen in dismay. Matthew is lying on the floor by the fireplace and the blood pouring out of his head seeps into the carpet.