Vol 1 Chapter 4 (1/2)
Jus Primae Noctis Chapter 4
“Ah, what a touching scene of leave-taking!” Wilts.h.i.+re could not help himself, he said with sarcasm: “However, Mr. Walker, I hope you have not forgotten --- from now on, you are working for me and you will continue to do so until you have worked off the advance on your salary that I have given you. Be more obedient, don't give me cause for displeasure, or else...” As if he were trying to prove a point, he s.h.i.+fted his body forward and his right knee was suddenly touching Walker's s.e.x organ. His hand also quickly came to caress Walker’s thigh, lightly rubbing it in a back-and-forth motion.
“You…” Walker gave a startled gasp, hurriedly he pressed down firmly on that hand which was wantonly roaming all over his thigh and said: “Didn't you say that you were going to recommend me for a job at a s.h.i.+pping company?”
Obviously, the s.p.a.ce was already very crowded but Wilts.h.i.+re still changed sides and seated himself by Walker. It was such a tight squeeze that half of Walker's body almost seemed to be sitting on his lap. “I did say that. But as for whether I will actually do that or not… well, that depends on whether I am happy with the way you serve me over the next few days as we continue our journey...” He stared closely at Walker's face as he waited for him to reply, while with his hand, he slowly undid the b.u.t.tons on the front of his trousers…
Infuriated, the Scotsman's body started to tremble slightly but when he thought of how his family was still waiting for him to return home after having earned some money in London, he could only clench his fist and lean his body against the wall of the carriage in an effort to curb his urge to commit murder. When he saw how angry the man was, Wilts.h.i.+re grew even happier. He slid his hand into the trousers, seeking out the male s.e.x organ that was hidden among the lush growth.
As he slowly kneaded that vulnerable flesh, he was admiring the complex play of emotions that showed up on Walker's expression --- one where humiliation mingled with irresistible pleasure.
“Ah…” In the small compartment of the carriage, Walker strove hard to stifle his voice, fearing that he might be overheard by the coachmen. From time to time however, moans would spill out from the corner of his lips, progressively causing the atmosphere of the tiny s.p.a.ce in the carriage to fill up with the flavour of eroticism.
Originally, Wilts.h.i.+re had only intended to have some fun toying with Walker but when he buried his face against Walker's back and breathed in his unadulterated masculine scent, the result was that Wilts.h.i.+re consequently came to find that he was already past the point of being able to restrain himself. Freeing a hand, he undid his own trousers. His desire had long ago become distended as the blood flow had increased to that area and, released from its confines, it immediately sprang up, holding itself erect in the air.
Walker could feel that Wilts.h.i.+re undoing his belt and then shoving his trousers down to expose his b.u.t.tocks. The action scared him so much that his eyes flew open but his eyes were immediately confronted with the sight of Wilts.h.i.+re dragging his hips in the direction of his ma.s.sive desire, attempting to seat him down upon it.
“Ah…” In the next moment, the feeling of that thick, hard and enormous object entering into his body caused him to scream uncontrollably. Desperately, he writhed around, trying to escape this form of torture, but it only allowed Wilts.h.i.+re to penetrate even deeper.
“Heavens, let go! Let go! Let go of me, you pervert! Why do you want to do such things?!” Walker's hand spasmodically clenched and released, he was in so much pain that he almost wished that he were dead. He was sprawled over the seats on the opposite end of the carriage and pounded on them mightily with his fists but he still could find no relief from the bone-piercing agony.
“You! Stop Moving!” As Wilts.h.i.+re shouted, he desperately tried to hold Walker, who was still struggling desperately, down. But the fact of the matter was that they were travelling along b.u.mpy roads, and even if the two if them had remained stationary, Wilts.h.i.+re's s.e.x organ would still be constantly thras.h.i.+ng around in Walker's body. Walker was in such pain that his whole body was shaking and his fingers almost seemed to have made imprints upon the walls of the carriage.
At this time, Wilts.h.i.+re could not help but to be thankful that the carriage he had chosen to use was his mother's extravagant coach. It was lavishly decked out in sumptuous velvets, making for excellent sound-proofing, and he need not worry that the coachmen would hear any strange sounds coming from the carriage compartment. In an effort to alleviate Walker's suffering, he tried using one hand to stimulate his s.e.x organ, while the other hand sought out Walker's nipple under his clothes and began to tease it.
Wilts.h.i.+re’s continual caresses did indeed allay a little bit of Walker's pain but his brows were still knitted in a frown and he continued to give low groans. Unfortunately, they only served to inflame Wilts.h.i.+re's beasty desires once again. Accompanied by panting that grew heavier and heavier, Wilts.h.i.+re began to rock his waist in small movements, feeling Walker's whole body tauten in response. All of his muscles were sharply defined, making him look even s.e.xier and causing Wilts.h.i.+re to burn with desire, almost to the point of insanity. He growled, thrusting himself deep into Walker's r.e.c.t.u.m before lifting him up so that he almost slipped out of his body, and then he fiercely pulled him back towards himself. After this had been repeated several times, Walker had been tortured to the point where he had lost even the strength necessary to cry out. Unable to resist, he could only resign himself to letting Wilts.h.i.+re mount him to his heart's content.
Finally, with a loud groan, Wilts.h.i.+re began to shoot wave after wave of hot emissions into Walker's body and his whole person became powerless and limp due to having indulged in debauchery to excess. As for Walker, he slowly struggled to climb off Wilts.h.i.+re's knees. Propping both of his hands on the seats facing them, he squatted on the floor of the carriage.
At that moment, Wilts.h.i.+re thought that the Scotsman was crying. Worried, he turned his head around, only to find that there was absolutely no expression on his face. Not wis.h.i.+ng to let Walker know that he had been worried over him, Wilts.h.i.+re endeavoured to hide his true feelings behind cruel taunts.
“What? Did I pound you too hard, and now you can't even speak?”
When he saw Walker glaring at him with a ferocious look in his eyes, Wilts.h.i.+re gave a slow smile --- in the end, the Scotsman still managed to regain his dauntless spirit.
“You are truly perverted!” Propping himself up on a hand with some difficulty, he managed to pull up his trousers, which had fallen to his ankles before he was once again pulled into Wilts.h.i.+re's embrace.
Not waiting for Walker's mouth to spit out any more crude words of abuse, Wilts.h.i.+re sealed it off with his own lips. Compare to the previous one, this kiss was much wetter, much hotter, much deeper. Walker continuously tried to back away, to avoid being burned by Wilts.h.i.+re's scorching pa.s.sion, but the Marquess pursued him, so that he ended up being pressed against the wall of the carriage.
Trapped with no means of escaping, Walker's lips and tongue were sucked on by Wilts.h.i.+re in the most intimate way, as if he wanted to stir up Walker's emotions. Unable to swallow in time, saliva constantly dripped from the corners of his mouth. Wilts.h.i.+re was the sort who would always take a mile if he were given an inch, and he slipped his hands under Walker's s.h.i.+rt, stroking those nipples which had already turned red and swollen under his previous ministrations. When he felt Walker s.h.i.+vering from the sensations that came from the sensitive spots, he took the opportunity to probe his mouth even more deeply… he only broke the kiss when the two of them became unable to breathe.
At the instant Wilts.h.i.+re released his grip, the Scotsman seemed to suddenly lose his balance and fell over. In a moment of panic, he unconsciously grabbed at the Marquess's sleeve but this little unintentional action caused Wilts.h.i.+re to get excited once again --- as if he were a gluttonous wild beast, he bent down and lapped up the fluids by the corners of Walker's mouth and nape that Walker had no to time to clean off and forcefully pressed him against the seats opposite that were similarly upholstered in luxurious velvet.
“Don’t…” Walker gave a low gasp, and caught hold of Wilts.h.i.+re’s hand firmly. “Don’t…” He said once again. The sound was low and full of repressed emotions, and once again, the ferocious beast that dwelt within Wilts.h.i.+re's heart was tempted.
He brushed off Walker's hands that sought to restrain him, and with the speed of wind, he undid the b.u.t.tons on Walker's jacket. His patience was dwindling rapidly, and he was unwilling to have to deal with the closures of his s.h.i.+rt, one b.u.t.ton at a time. Instead, he simply ripped them apart in one swift motion. When he saw the nipples, which had been so brutally treated by him that had swollen up to become almost translucent, he could not keep himself from biting down on them hard. Pained, Walker tugged hard at the Marquess's hair, trying to pull him away from his own chest but Wilts.h.i.+re stubbornly refused to release him.
While he continued sucking on Walker's chest, Wilts.h.i.+re groped around for Walker's legs and lifted them up while burying his own body into the s.p.a.ce between his thighs. Walker had not had the chance to secure his trousers with his belt, and now, Wilts.h.i.+re pulled them down again. Giving a low growl, he again entered into that little cavity which still contained the results of his l.u.s.t from the previous round.
When the activity started, Walker still tried to use his hands to shove the Marquess away from his body but when Wilts.h.i.+re continued to penetrate him deeply with a forceful rhythm, the strength that the Scotsman had concentrated in his arms began to dissipate gradually and the legs that were wrapped around the Marquess’s waist began to tighten up unconsciously…
Because of Walker's presence, the journey that would originally have been extremely boring had now become a trip filled with s.e.xual pleasure that brought Wilts.h.i.+re immense joy and amus.e.m.e.nt. As the day's journey drew to a close, the two of them had already had s.e.xual intercourse several times in different positions within the narrow confines of the carriage. The Scotsman's initial defiance had already turned into resigned compliance but the awkward positions still caused him to practically lack the strength to disembark from the carriage on his own two legs.
When the two coachmen saw His Lords.h.i.+p, the Marquess of Wilts.h.i.+re, who usually possessed a bearing even more regal than that of the Prince Regent’s, attentively helping the Scotsman down from the carriage, they couldn't help but to look at each other. It was a long time before they roused themselves, as if they were waking from a dream, and followed behind their master as he walked into the beautifully appointed hotel.
“Sir, may I ask if you wish to stay at our establishment?” When he saw the splendidly dressed Wilts.h.i.+re walk into the lobby, the hotel receptionist immediately came up to him and made his enquiry with a deferential and respectful manner.
“Give me your best suite. Also, please have water for a bath [1] sent up to my room.”
When they heard what Wilts.h.i.+re said, the coachman at his back quickly came up and asked: “Your Lords.h.i.+p, shall we find a maidservant to a.s.sist you with your bath?”
Wilts.h.i.+re’s lips slowly parted as he smiled: “No need, Walker can help me with it. Isn’t that right, Walker?” He smiled as he squeezed Walker's hand, hinting that in a short while, exciting games will be staged. Walker's body was still aching all over, and he was in no mood to pay attention to his vulgar jokes. Instead, he bowed his head and remained silent.
Of course the oblivious hotel receptionist could not guess at what was playing out in Wilts.h.i.+re's mind --- he was expecting everything to go his way and imagining wishful fantasies based on that expectation. Instead, he looked at how plainly Walker was dressed and as a matter of course, he took him to be of the servant cla.s.s. When he saw that he was going to follow Wilts.h.i.+re up the stairs while carrying his luggage, he promptly stopped him.
“Sir, please leave the luggage on the ground floor. We have dormitories that are especially for the use of attendants travelling with their masters.”
Walker gave a nod of his head and tried to break free of Wilts.h.i.+re's hands, but he only tightened his grip still further. Following that, he heard Wilts.h.i.+re say to the receptionist discourteously: “No need, this gentleman can sleep in the same room as me.”
Without waiting to hear that person’s reply, Wilts.h.i.+re dragged Walker up the stairs.
After the door to the luxury suite was opened, Walker could not help but be stunned by the gorgeous furnis.h.i.+ngs --- this was an airy and s.p.a.cious suite of rooms that had a completely open floor-plan, the colour-scheme that was mainly composed of white and shades of gold fully exemplified the extravagance of the Baroque style [2]. Situated near one of the windows was a bed that was twice as large as the average bed. Soft pillows and cus.h.i.+ons, that were as white as snow, were piled on top of it, as if to invite people to burrow themselves into its warmth and softness.