Cameron, the unattended to either major events of the day locked himself in his massive room reviewing what almost happened with him and his brother. “what the fuck was that. I didn’t mean to do it, but I feel I must do it again.” He stood up glancing at himself in the mirror. “Disgusting!” his reflection cursed at him. “You piece of-” There was a knock at the door. He opened it, to one of the servants. He didn’t know her name, but she was beautiful…at least in all the places that she needed to for a man his age. He predatorially eyed her from the ankles up, stopping to glare into her eyes unintentionally, just waiting.

“umm…Sir Cameron...” she stuttered with her hands clasp together in between her avoiding eye contact. Was he freighting? He thought. “The Vladimir family will be joining us for dinner. The king has requested your presences.”

“Is he not gone with my mother?”

“He is here, Sir.”

“Fine.” He sighed rubbing his right hand through his hair already exhausted. He looked up and she was still there. “Is there something I can get for you, Sir? You seem…. umm...a bit stressed.” He looked her up and down once more. “No..hmm…maybe, Yes. Yes, I need help with a thought.” He stepped back opening the door wider. “come in.” he directed closing the door behind her. “now,” he circled her. “how do you find me? Am attractive? Scary? Kind? Dissect me.” She looked up into his for the first time, taking in his too-mature-for-his-age features, then back down to her twisted hands. She took a deep breath. “you are kind. The most kind in the house even when you try not to. You treat everyone the same. Your always in an upbeat mood on the outside. It makes everyone around you want to be in one too.” The more she spoke the less she breathed. “No, you are not scary. Yes…yes I find you attractive.”

“well, I’m sorry” he steps back “I am going to be unkind, right now. What happens do not tell or write anywhere. Okay?” her eyes grew wide with hesitation, but even with visible tremors she shook here head up and down. “now, what is your name?”

“annmarie.” She replied barely audible.

“how old?”

“17 years. Sir, may I ask why this is needed”

“you may, but you will know shortly. Now take off your clothes. Slowly!” he hissed at the thought things not going as ideal. She gasped attempting to cover her larger breast. “I’m serious. I want to see all of you. Take you in although you are a servant. Have you had sex yet?”

“no-no sir” she stammered, burning with embarrassment. What was she doing? she didn’t know, but she did know she felt compelled to listen to him. Maybe she could reason with him. “I – I don’t think this appropriate, sir.” Something took him over; he yanked her by the hair down to his control. His lips on her ear in a voice neither of them recognized. “ I don’t want to force you.” Then why do it feel like I am. “ I would rather this be simple, quick, and no trouble. Do you understand?” what am I doing? “yes, sir.” She answered clear, without stuttering.

Slowly, very slowly she reached back pulling the strings on her corset loose one by one until if fell to the ground. With nothing there to distract from them, her breast were more plump, full, and begging to be emptied. Dragging her foot one over the other like a dancer pointing her toes able to put grace in something as simple as walking. She walked over to the chair at his study desk leaning over like a snake on a branch she removed her shoes then followed the length of her long legs until she found the hem of her stockings. Taking them down the direction, she followed them up. Cameron hungrily followed her every move, a starving man watching the chef. She stood up to take down her skirt, left standing shivering in only her panties at this realization she tries a meager attempt at covering herself. For a bit, even this intrigued Cameron. “those, as well Annamarie”, he’s had his fill of the site. She made no motion to move. Cameron walks to her, hooks one finger around the band of her underwear, and pulls them down. Her legs quiver at his light touch. “calm yourself, Annamarie” he caressed her inner thigh. “I will not hurt you, unless you provoke me”

She breathes in deep, until she stops shaking. “okay, sir.”

“I’m going to fuck you.”