Edward watched her stood, happily pleased with the fact that she didn’t decide to simply remove him of her presence. However, he could feel the aura she was setting off, and though it was strong, and he was addicted to sex, he was hardly affected…that is…until she stood and her bosom blossomed through her tight corset. His eyes instantly fell to it, and then rose to her eyes just as quickly. Gulping, he held his head high, avoiding any chance of sighting her breasts. He knew it to be disrespectful, especially for a servant, and he far from wanted that. Though, she made this even more difficult as she leaned against her door, and practically threw her breasts in his face, and now, it was simply a battle of will for him.
As her nail trailed his cheek, he could feel the sharpness of it’s edge, and the delicate nature it was held with, which forced another gulp and a spark to show in his eyes. This kind of stuff happened when he got nervous, or mad, sort of like a twitch. “What’s in it for me?” she purred, her tone being of both dark and sensual intent. Staying quiet for a few moments, he thought on his reply. “In return for granting my request…I shall grant Mistress anything she wishes of me. there shall be no bounds for what she may choose as payment.” Another spark as he fought the urge to look down at her chest.
Elvira couldn’t hide the smirk that formed upon her lips as he did everything in his power to not stare at her breasts as they were practically in his face. By doing so, he had earned her respect, although she wasn’t going to let him know that little detail. Oh no! Elvira had something much more…sinister in mind.
“In return for granting my request…I shall grant Mistress anything she wishes of me. there shall be no bounds for what she may choose as payment.”
Anything? Oh such delicious irony. Her sister’s dearest blood doll at Elvira’s tender mercies. Oh this was deliciously evil! She inhaled deeply as she thought over his request, her breasts seem to have a life of their own as they moved closer to Edward. He held such tight control, it wasn’t a wonder he would start to perspire. She exhaled slowly, her breath ghosting across his brow.
“So…” she purred, running her hands down her body as he stared. “…if I were to request…you never speak to, touch, think about or even breath about my sister…you would be honorbound by your word to do so?”
She was curious as to his answer.
As she closed the gap even more, close to pressing herself against his front, a single bead of sweat dripped from his temple, a strong sign that his own will had begun to waver. His eyes thirsted for her sight, his mind hungered for her image, his body yearned for her touch. It was a yearning that would soon be sated by a soft breath, gliding across the skin of his brow. Gulping, the muscles in his neck and stomach tensed at the strain they were placed under to keep his sight above her collar bone.
Her words, though, brought him great pause. “…if I were to request…you never speak to, touch, think about or even breath about my sister…you would be honorbound by your word to do so?” she spoke. It was a question that could not be answered in one sitting. He loved and adored Juliette as much as he hated her right now, and could not figure which was stronger at the moment. Unbeknownst to him, his truest answer would more than likely be found at the ball. Almost desperate to keep her favor, which was obviously given in the closeness of their bodies, he realized he had no choice, whether it be due to a mind clouded of sexual attraction, truth of heart, or unsurmountable rage did not matter. “a man is nothing but his word, Mistress…no matter how it may pain him…your wish shall be my greatest of priorities….” The words almost pained him as he stated, but the pain was quickly replaced as he heard the screaming come from down the hall, his eyes wincing and his hands shooting to his ears to cover them. Once it had subsided, he regained himself, and instinctively opened his eyes to the beautiful sight of Elvira’s cleavage. When he realized the image held within his eyes, he immediately straightened his back, and lifted his chin high once more.
“A man is nothing but his word, Mistress…no matter how it may pain him…your wish shall be my greatest of priorities….” was his reply, even as he struggled to not look upon her breasts. She could hear her father’s rage echoing through the house…and she knew then there would only be one reason for his tirade…Little Miss Juliette had done something unforgivable…and in her father’s eyes, that was tatamount to suicide.
The evil grin that split Elvira’s face was a site to behold.
To her it seemed as if Edward was holding his breath waiting for her conditions. Elvira decided to put him out of his misery.
“All right, then. I will take you as my companion to the ball. My conditions shall be named at a later time and at my discretion. So you would do well to not anger me…” she bent close to his ear, “…Edward.” His name rolled off her tongue in a sensuous caress, designed to let him know that she did in fact know his name. Her cheek brushed his as she stepped back. “Sally, my things please.” she commanded. Sally retrieved Elvira’s mask, cloak and gloves from the bed, handing them to her mistress to put on at her leisure. She slipped her gloves on before afixing her mask in place. Sally draped the black velvet cloak over Elvira’s shoulders, brushing out any dust and wrinkles that may have collected. “Let us brave the beast.” she announced once she was ready, stepping past Edward into the hall. “Enjoy the evening, Mistress.” Sally called out, watching Elvira as she sashayed down the hall. Elvira smirked. “Oh I intend to.” she murmured, more to herself.
The dark laughter could be heard, coming from Fanny’s guest room, as the evil couple had glasses up to the walls, listening the conversation between Edward and Bart’s sister, Elvira. Fanny’s face was one of mirth and delight, unable to hold back the gigles and snorting, as she heard the request by Elvira to Edward, of how he may serve her, and that he was to not ever touch Juliette again, if he was to do her bidding.
“Why that wicked temptress? Oh my, isn’t she deliciously cruel. That poor man.” *giggleSNORT!* She took away the glass, and made goose lips at Bart, who was finishing getting dressed into his suit. “I hate these ties. So damn fiddly. I have chubby digits, not made for thin strips of silk. Kitten..*he groaned*…Help me..” Fanny turned around and placed down the glass, sashaying over in her full skirt, and she draped her arms over his shoulders, and started to do his tie, as he looked upon himself with a critical eye in the mirror. “I look such a frump in this. Why couldn’t it have been one of those parties, where all you need to wear is a well placed fig leaf. Fancy dress of course. HAH, I could be Adam. Bahahahaha.” Fanny blew in his ear, and then chortled. “Daaaahling…you would scare the poor sweet virgins in Autumn, that’s why.” She grinned, and finished tying off his tie with a pat. “There, all done.”
The pair looked like the perfect couple, both dressed in black with white trim. Bart’s suit was so becoming, even if he was a little portly. “Come on, I have a feeling this will be the party of the decade. So much scandal, sex..jealousy. And that’s just in your family.” *gigglesnort*
“So long as we make it past my Father, we might live long enough to tell our grand kids. That is…if I ever find the key to your Chasity belt.” Bart lamented. Fanny grinned, and held up her ring finger, as if to make a point. “Put a ring on this, and the belt will fall off with a clink.”
Bart did a little head wobble and then opened the door for her.
“After you…my Kitten. To the ball…look out London. We are bringing sexy back.”
(thread change – Ballroom)