Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

[CCorteeze]

"Deal!" Karen told Ian, concluding their agreement that he would make love to either her or Mary after lunch. She maneuvered herself and Mary out of his way in the narrow confines of the cool wine cellar.

Mary didn't think she could wait that long. Watching Karen's earlier creative lovemaking with Malcolm, then having Karen petting her womanhood while she put the shake on her uncle, had Mary burning with desire. Impulsively, she turned and kissed Karen on the lips.

 

[Rose4Emily]

‘Fuck this is killing me!’ I try my damndest to conceal that fact with a smile toward the man as he glares at me. I wonder what he is thinking, which is beyond me to why, but yeah. I cringe a bit for I start to guess what he is thinking. I bet he thinks that I’m tainting his coffee somehow, that would be soooo sweet if I did, but I’ve already felt a small degree of wrath from the lady of the manor and well it was time I try to play by the playbook, which is not for the Lady but for Michele.

“Yes sir, there are a few flavored creams here, which do you wish to be served with this morning?” … ‘Damn, I hope they have mouthwash somewhere, I have a very bad after taste in my mouth.’ I shake my head slightly trying to get rid myself of that rebellious, distaste attitude toward the man, but hell he started it!
I decided to go with the hazelnut creamer, when Malcom’s attention was diverted to the Prince. Maybe, just maybe, he might be allergic to it! ‘Damn Alysa… Get over this!’ I drop one cup into his coffee and place one that isn’t open on the saucer incase he wanted two, also so he would know what I put in his drink just incase he might be allergic… ‘damn goody-two shoe of me...’

I quickly move over and place the cup before him. “Sir your coffee.” I slowly move back out of her personal space, “If there is anything else please just ask.” I whisper as I move back to where Michele marked my spot, which I was happy to reach it when the big Russian made his way back in and took a seating. My gut winching once again just at the sight of him. I once again fight the images and sounds from the past.

I nearly jump out of my skin when Michele moves over and whispers to me about the Russian. I slowly turned my head toward her and with a very stern, hard look… “Yeah, the Russian humanitarian ships that was heading for Cuba in the 1960’s looked angelical too… but what was inside those ships wasn’t so dashing now was it… It’s just what he wants every body to see, it’s whats inside that really counts, and you won't see that side of him unless he wants you to see it and let me tell you, you don’t want to fucking see it...” I turn away from her and stare at the Russian, “I’m watching you pal!” I whisper aloud…

Michele noticeably winces at Alysa's warning to Constantine and immediately turns to see Josephine's reaction. Fortunately, it appears that, caught up in tasting the Russian's cooking, she did not hear Alysa's offensive boast.

"Don't do that," Michele whispers into Alysa's ear. "Do you want Josephine mad at you again?"

 

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine had immediately begun to stuff his face with syrniki. When Madame Czartoryski spoke up, he hurriedly swallowed washing the mouthful down with tea.

"No, Madame," he replies pleasantly, "You have not." "You informed me dat you do not vish to conduct beeseeness on veekends."

He is thoroughly pleased with himself. The food seems to be going over well. The only irritation is the continued scowls he gets from Alysa. While he does not catch her words there is no mistaking the look she casts his way. What was once intriguing is becoming irksome. Being Russian is not a crime and he can hardly be blamed for anything that has happened to her.

So after replying to the lady of the estate, he glances at Alysa, looks her up and down then smiles pleasantly as he imagines her strung up by her wrists being given a good whipping. While far from being not his first choice in how to treat a women the thought does make his cock swell.

"Eet please me, Madame dat you are enjoyeeng syrniki," he says as he turns his look back to Madame Josephine, "Boot I vould not say I can cook vell." "Joost some baseec meals heavy on carbohydrates for weight gain."

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"Deal!" Karen nodded in agreement with Ian. Only then did she turn herself and Mary out of his way in the narrow confines of the wine cellar. Mary seemed relieved that the ordeal had ended and turned to kiss Karen. Ian took this opportunity to slip past them, grab two bottles of the selected vintage with each hand, and make his way out before his clever niece devised some new ploy for his attention.

 

[Nubian_Legend]

After Alysa left the room, Michele leaned across the table to Prince Carl Gustav and whispered: "Please, Your Highness, I know you like to be direct, but please take it easy on her. She'll fit in. She just needs some time to adjust."

Glancing over to the foyer as she said this, she saw Alysa greet Maurice Turner who, in turn, ignored her. Instead, talking on his cell, he walked into the dining room and, finally putting his phone away, took a seat.

"It feel like I've been gone for too long, but this place remains as ever," he said. "Firstly, I'd like to offer apologies to Madam Czartoryski and everyone else included. I suppose I can save that for another time, then."

"Hello Mr. Turner, and welcome back," Michele greeted his with cold formality. "I believe you already know His Highness, Prince Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg. Meanwhile, the lovely young lady you just ignored is my new... assistant. You may call her Alysa. Would you care for some coffee?"

Maurice turned focus to one who'd addressed him from their casual exchange, a name came into his thoughts, she had pleasing eyes and a pleasing figure, he recalled she took up some position under the Madam, or perhaps she was like him...another guest, but he didn't know for sure. "Ms. Adkins? or Michele? Which do you prefer?"

"I don't think we've had the opportunity yet." He nodded in acknowledgement to the monarch.

"I'm sorry about that Ms. Alyssa...I don't think I know your surname."
Sincerity reflected in his tone , his intention wasn't to snub.

Then came the madam herself. His orbits floating to her form, naturally, but he didn't stare too long, just the briefest of ganders.

"Yes, that unfinished matter between us. I suppose we can work it out in private. What say you?"

His eyes seemingly shimmered as he delivered that line. He knew if he got her alone, he could make it up to her a way that was most fitting.

 

[KaseE]

"Deal!" Karen nodded in agreement with Ian. Only then did she turn herself and Mary out of his way in the narrow confines of the wine cellar. Mary seemed relieved that the ordeal had ended and turned to kiss Karen. Ian took this opportunity to slip past them, grab two bottles of the selected vintage with each hand, and make his way out before his clever niece devised some new ploy for his attention.

Karen closed her eyes to fully enjoy Mary's spontaneous kiss. She felt Ian pass by to get to the wine cooler, tempting her to again block the way before he could return. She decided, however, to honor their agreement. Slipping her hand back down between Mary's thighs, Karen had a better idea in mind on how to take advantage of the deal she'd made with her uncle. After Ian left and the insulated door closed behind him, Karen resumed caressing Mary's clitoris.

"Now, I'll make you a deal, Mary, "she whispered around their kiss. "I'll make you come now if you help me make sure it's me that Uncle Ian makes love to later."

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Notions and Negotiations



“Did I say I don’t conduct business on weekends?” Josephine asked Constantine rhetorically with a playful smile. “I suppose it sounds like something I might say but, I say so much, who can keep track? Besides, I’ve never been one to follow the rules, especially my own.”

Maurice must have seen this as his opening and interjected. “Yes, that unfinished matter between us. I suppose we can work it out in private. What say you?”

“Apparently, I say that I don’t do business on weekends,” Josephine laughed. “Seriously, though, we certainly can discuss it if you wish.”

She took another mouthful of food, swallowed, smiled, and turned back to Constantine. “So? What do you say? Do you want a job?”

 

[AmberStar]

I, not wanting to be like Mr. Turner and ignore his statement to me, I give him good eye conduct with a slight bowing of my head in acceptance to his offer of an apology, but didn’t engage verbally for he turned and addressed the Lady of the house, besides my major concern was the glaring Russian. The exchange of glares made my spine chill, images of my team mates haunted my mind’s eye. I pull my glare swiftly from the Russian to the Lady of the house when the man is offered a job here. I inhale deeply and start to reevaluate my standing here. Yes, I have feelings for Michele, but I have stronger hate feelings toward the Russian.

I shift my view from Josephine to Michele when her words registers in my mind. She did have a point to a degree, If I’m going to stay here and be with Michele, I had to walk the line that Josephine marks for me to walk, however, now with the offer of this job to the Russian, it’s now back to square one to what I want my future to be…

“No I don’t, but now that there is another obstacle in my situation, I have to rethink my future.” I whisper lowly to her, only shifting my eyes over to the Prince, my expression is one of needing assistance, an assistance that nobody here but him can grant and make happen…

“Your Majesty… May I have a word with you after lunch?” I ask across the table, not caring whom heard or wondered why I wanted to see him later…

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Eet vould be great pleesure to vork for you, Madame," Constantine replies with a smile, "Een any capaceety."

He had thought or hoped that a job offer might have come after a few days. A few pleasurable days on the estate. Landing a job offer partly based on his cooking and religiousness is a bit of a surprise.

 

[CCorteeze]

"Now, I'll make you a deal, Mary," Karen whispered around their kiss after Ian left. She resumed caressing Mary's clitoris. "I'll make you come now if you help me make sure it's me that Uncle Ian makes love to later."

"God yes..." Mary groaned immediate agreement. The wickedness of Karen's proposal made it all the more exciting. "This'll be fun!"

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"May I pour anyone wine," Ian asked those assembeled for lunch when he reached the dining room with four bottles of 2014 Gustave Lorentz Reserve Pinot blanc, two in each hand. He saw that not only Mary and Karen, whom he'd left downstairs, had taken to heart his joke regarding optional attire. Every female in the room, even Josephine, had arrived in the nude. Ian felt his organ, finally flaccid again after his encounter with his niece, again stirring within his shorts.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Personnel Matters



“The exact ‘capacity’ of your employment we can work out later,” Josephine replied to Constantine’s acceptance of her general job offer. She took a bite of the lunch he’d prepared. “I already have a chef. Where is she, anyway?”

Just then, Ian entered the dining room, carry four bottles of white wine.

“May I pour anyone wine?” he asked.

“God yes!” Josephine called from the far end of the table. “And pour a glass for poor Dawnie, here. I know she could really use something to calm her nerves.”

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Your kook, Chreessy, " replies Constantine, "Told me to say dat she vould be goeeng shoppeeng for formal French deener." "I am unsure eef she has left by now."

"She said to eat lots of syrniki because deener may be late."

Constantine wonders on what passes for a formal dress code on the estate. He possesses a tuxedo but will need to press pants and shirt before dinner. And get in a workout and eat at least one more time before then.

He digs into his large pile of sour cream pancakes covered I home made strawberry jam with a relish and a smile on his face now that he has secured employment. The thought crosses his mind if the American company Amazon may have a proper samovar available for delivery as he gets up to make yet another mug of tea. Having to make individual mugs of tea frequently could be time consuming.

Unable to resist the temptation he gives Alysa another look before giving Michele a wink and a smile in Alysa's full view as he walks past. Then he stops and turns to Alysa.

"You should call de preence by hees proper title," he says somewhat sternly, "Preences are referred to as 'Your Highness' not Majeesty". "Eet ees small point of proper eteequeet."

"Remember dat."

He is grinning broadly as he continues to the stove to make tea.

 

[KaseE]

The cool air of the wine cellar only added to their sensual intensity by its contrast to the heat between Mary and Karen's bodies. Kissing Mary again, Karen urged her to sit up upon the counter under the wine racks. Once she had her in place, Karen followed the lines and curves of Mary's body with her lips and tongue, moving ever lower until she knelt between Mary's legs, her teeth gently clamped on the inside of her left thigh. Smiling as she released it, she licked the length of Mary's womanhood just once and asked, "Again... what's our bargain?"

 

[Rose4Emily]

"Your Majesty," Alysa addressed Prince Carl Gustav during a short lull in conversation. "May I have a word with you after lunch?"

The Prince did not respond immediately, and Michele knew why. A Medieval History student and lover of all things feudal, she understood that Alysa should have called him "Your Highness," not "Your Majesty," the latter reserved for royalty. Not wanting to publicly correct Alysa, whom many at the table already held with disregard, Michele decided to teach her the proper etiquette and politesse in private latter. She immediately realized her mistake when Constantine turned blatantly to where Alysa stood at a far corner of the table from him.

"You should call de preence by hees proper title," Constantine said with exaggerated astringence. "Preences are referred to as 'Your Highness' not 'Majeesty.' Eet ees small point of proper eteequeet. Remember dat."

Michele rolled her eyes and shook her head in frustration. She wanted to make Alysa comfortable here, especially with the Russian, and his attitude didn't help.

"Alysa," she called to get her attention before she could react, then pointedly turned toward Prince Carl Gustav. "Your Highness, if Alysa doesn't mind, then I'd like to sit in on the audience she had requested of you."

 

[AmberStar]

My blood boiled when the Russian just pushed himself into the my business with the Prince, I wanted nothing more than to stab my nails into the man’s eyes and rip them from their sockets when he walked by glaring at me, then when he opened his mouth about my etiquette toward the Prince, well my anger won the battle…

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking…” Michele’s calling stopped my continuation of my statement. My eyes still burned with anger when I looked toward her. I could see the disappointment written all over her face and the sorrow and pain dwell within her orbs. I felt the derailing of my anger as the shame of my attitude struck me. I rolled my tongue over the top part of my lip and drew it into my mouth where I softly bit into it.

I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment before opening them to cast my gaze upon Michele’s face once more. Her instant pointed attention shifted to the Prince just confirmed the disappointment in my actions, but when she requested to be present in my talks with the Prince I felt somewhat divided, one part of me had no problems with her being there, actually that side wanted her there, but there was another side of me that wished that everyone would mind their own business when it came to my life and my dealings.

“If you wish to be present and his …. HIGHNESS… Doesn’t object, then fine.” I roll my eyes at my lack of control, allowing the anger to slip into my tone of voice wasn’t’ what I wanted, but it was done…

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

Ian sets the four bottles of wine on the buffet, then expertly removes the cork from one. He pours about an ounce into a stemmed crystal glass, then turns and offers the cork and goblet to Josephine.

 

[CCorteeze]

Karen licked the length of Mary's womanhood just once and asked: "Again... what's our bargain?"

"I'll let you have Ian," Mary moaned, spreading her thighs wider.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Words to Live by



Josephine first took the cork, held it up to her nose, and sniffed. The mature white wine had left little aroma on the material. More importantly, no sharp scent arose to suggest the bottle had corked or otherwise gone bad. Setting it down, she accepted the crystal wine glass from Ian’s other hand, inhaled its light vapors, then sipped. Nodding, she returned the glass to him to fill.

“It’s Saturday,” Josephine announced loudly, albeit to no one in particular. “And it’s five o’clock somewhere.”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Carl had been about to reply to Alysa's request when the Russian Constantine had interrupted him, pointing out her mistake in addressing him. Actually it wasn't that much of a slip and he was willing to let it go as this was not a formal gathering, and he would have preferred to correct her in private and save her any embarrassment.

He could see her anger rising up and he knew why and in fact he was pretty sure he knew why she had requested a private audience with him. He might have to disappoint her if she was going to request what he thought she was, but then again Josephine did owe him a couple of favors so perhaps.

Then Michelle asked to be involved and things just got complicated. he knew how the two thought about each other and if they were to discuss certain matters it would likely end in an argument, tears or both.

Still sighing who was he to deny them a chance. Picking up his cup of coffee he sipped it and then looked at them. "I would be delighted to talk to both of you. After lunch in my room. There we can speak privately without fear of being overheard," he said while giving a quick glance at Constantine and then looking back at them.

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"It's Saturday," Josephine announced as Ian filled her crystal wine glass one third full with the Pinot blanc. "And it's five o'clock somewhere."

Smiling at her use of that old cliche, rather incongruous for her, Ian handed back her glass to her with a slight bow. He than he remembered her earlier comment about Dawn. He poured the same amount in a second goblet and offered it to her.

"Your wine, Ms. Matthews," he told the distracted chauffeur. Then, as he waited for her to accept it, he raised his voice. "Prince Carl has already requested some. Does anyone else care for wine?"

 

[DawnODay]

"Your wine, Ms. Matthews," Ian offered.

Dawn smiled at him but, as she reached to accept the goblet, she saw her hand shaking. She thought she could subdue her libido during lunch, and had started to do so. Then Josephine's suggestion that she have some wine "to calm her nerves" reminded Dawn of all Josephine had done to ensure her implacable lust.

She had no doubt she had created a sizable wet spot on the seat beneath her. She could leave the table and find some privacy to relieve herself (or even do it here and now, given the household's culture), but she did not want to show such weakness to Josephine. She would simply suffer through it, confident that the eventual cure for her condition would more than justify enduring it.

 

[KaseE]

Karen licked the length of Mary's womanhood just once and asked: "Again... what's our bargain?"

"I'll let you have Ian," Mary moaned, spreading her thighs wider.

Because of that, Karen wanted to get upstairs to lunch before Uncle Ian could find some excuse to leave the manor and avoid her. Using all the skills she developed in the dormitories of The Bishop Strachan School for Girls, Karen used her tongue and two fingers to try to make Mary come as quickly as possible.

 

[Lordmikel]

Malcolm held up his glass for Ian. "I would love some of that wine." He kinda listened to the conversation about the history of proper royalty greetings, but he didn't really care. Truly the wine could not come quickly enough.

 

[CCorteeze]

Mary came quickly, passionately, and loudly.

Afterward, sitting on the cold wine cellar floor, she looked at Karen and blushed.

"You go ahead to lunch, Sweetie," Mary insisted. "I'll just rest here a bit. I'm not sure I'm ready to walk."