gentleman's servant

A male aristocrat’s personal belongings are no less than a lady’s. Cufflinks, rings, necklaces, snuff bottles, all kinds of precious small objects are neatly packed in a black velvet box, like a lady’s jewelry box Same.

I have to deal with these items every day, and even a single cufflink is priceless. Being a servant really requires good willpower, otherwise it is difficult to suppress the urge to steal things and escape.

When I was tidying up the cabinets, I came across a delicate ivory box, which was milky white with exquisite patterns carved on it.I hadn't seen this box before, so I took it over and opened the lid.

As soon as the box was opened, I was stunned, and then stared blankly for a long time.

There are three things in this box, one is the hexagonal golden brooch, the other is a lace bow tie, and a dirty candlestick.

I took out the candlestick and took a closer look. It turned out to be the lamp left under the baron's window the day I left. It looked gray because it had been hit by rain all night.

I picked up the tie again, and found that it was the tie I casually put on the first night I walked into his room, did he put it away?

Looking at these three things, I felt depressed, and then I slammed the cabinet shut.

After that, I walked around the room several times, and my mind was full of the figure of that person.

I accidentally sat in front of the piano in the small living room, opened the piano cover, and tapped the keys.

'Boom, boom'.

The sun was shining on the piano steel, everything seemed warm on such a lazy winter afternoon, and I suddenly remembered the piece that the baron played on the violin.

Every time he was in a bad mood, he would play the violin alone, always the same piece, always such a sad tune.

I played that piece inadvertently, because the fingering was very rough and there was no score, so it was intermittent, like the sound of a child stumbling.

I was thinking about him all the time, as if everything around me didn't exist, until someone suddenly appeared in front of the piano, and I woke up like a dream.

Viscount Oscar was standing quietly in front of me.

He was still wearing the black dress he wore when he was appointed today. His curly brown hair hung down from his cheeks, which looked a little transparent under the strong light of the setting sun, and his pale cheeks seemed to be even thinner.

And his brown eyes stared blankly at me, as deep as the darkest night.

I stood up from the piano with a 'bass', and closed the piano cover as if trying to cover it up.

"My lord, you are back..." I whispered.

"Why don't you play it?" He turned around, opened the cover of the piano, and tapped the keys with his slender fingers.

"It's been a long time since I taught you last time, and your fingering is still so unfamiliar." He sat down and played the piece I just played.

The smooth and soft music sounded, and in the evening when the sun was setting, it was so sad that it made people's hearts ache.

"Do you like this piece too? When did you learn it? I don't remember teaching you." He said while playing.

Of course I can't tell him, every time I secretly lean against his door to listen to him playing the piano, I will get tired of listening too much, so I have to say nonsense: "I saw this piece in your score, so I played it for a moment."

"Really?" He closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the piece. When the music fell to the last note, he smiled and looked at me: "Do you know the story of this piece?"

I shook my head.

He raised his eyes to look out of the window, the orange light sprinkled on his face, making his eyes like glowing pearls.

He said slowly: "A man separated from his wife and children because of the war. He walked through the desert, the sea, and the forest. Everywhere he went, he called his relatives and his hometown. This is a poor man, because the people he loves are not around. He walks and walks, walks and walks, calling..."

"This is a piece that my tutor taught me when I was young. He is Italian. When I played this piece for the first time, I felt that I was like the man in the story. I am also alone. No matter how I call, no one stays with me. So every time I am sad, I will play this song. I think there is always someone like me in the world, and I will always find this person. I always believe so... ..."

Suddenly his eyes turned to me, and there was a brilliant look in them.

"Did you know? This piece was written by my teacher, so there is no score left at all..."

My face was flushed red, because I was caught by him on the spot for lying, but there was a warm feeling like a spring breeze blowing in my heart.

"Where is your teacher now?" I asked.

"After my father died, my mother didn't want to spend more money on me, so they drove him away. I don't know where he went. Maybe he is still working as a tutor." He said.

Then there was silence in the room, and he and I didn't speak, maybe we were embarrassed by each other.

"Last night..." he said sheepishly, "you weren't hurt, were you? I was so rough, I'm sorry."

"I'm fine..." I replied in a low voice.

"You're always like that, you know... how angry I was? I wanted to beat you up," he said.

"I'm very sorry."

"You just said sorry, but you never felt sorry in your heart. If you were really sorry, you wouldn't do such a thing to me. Where did you want to take the two of them? I sent someone today I’ve been there, it’s deserted, and if you follow the direction you’re going, it won’t be long until you see a cliff…”

"I know you hate them, so you plan to kill them and come back right away, right? After all, your mother and siblings are still here." He suddenly looked at me anxiously, eagerly waiting for my answer.

"Yes...that's my plan..." I said with my head down.

"Okay, if you say it, I will believe you, no matter what you say."

He looked at me obsessively, the pain in his eyes could not be concealed.

"It's... time for dinner, I take my leave, my lord."

I couldn't face him, so I left here without his permission.

In the dark corridor, I stood alone for a long time.

I know he loves me, and I feel his love strongly, but what have I done?I can't treat him like this, if I give up my life so easily, what will happen to him?Will he be sad?He is one of the few people in this world who will be sad because of my departure, even he will be the saddest person...

That night, I was awakened from a deep sleep.

He was on top of me, but his head was under the covers, and he was playing around with my chest.

The moonlight was faint, shining in from the window, I could only see the person covered in the quilt wriggling on my chest.

Why is he here again? I thought...

The man under the quilt was naked, maybe he got in directly from the foot of the bed, and then got into my shirt, with a big head on my chest, hugged and kissed and gnawed on my chest, The fiery body also rubbed against me vigorously, and his hands moved around as if they were glued to my body.

He bit my nipple lightly, like an electric shock, a wave of heat surged up, the emptiness and itching concentrated in the lower body, and my desire slowly rose.

He rubbed against me, then took hold of my desire, playing with his long fingers.Brush from roots to tips, then knead into sensitive crevices.

"Ah... ah..." I couldn't help moaning, I hugged his neck through my clothes, maybe this action seemed to encourage him, he spread my legs, and urgently put his penis between my buttocks Rubbing, then sucking and biting on one of my nipples.

His hands raged all over my body, grasping vigorously, sparks ignited wherever he went.

When I was so lustful that I rubbed back against him hard, his penis touched my already wet hole, shallowly and deeply, and then withdrew.

This kind of torture made me extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but hugged his back tightly and took the initiative to cater to him.

The man in my arms screamed, and suddenly stabbed to the end, thrusting hard, the hot penis aimed at my most sensitive place and began to collide.

I gasped violently, shaking my butt slightly with his movements.

"Ah one by one, one by one." He performed a little excited, and he had no head and head, making me lose his mind, so when he was about to climax, he naturally contracted there.

My movement made him let out a muffled grunt, and then he let out, hot streams pouring inside.

He seemed to be angry, and he slapped me hard like he was angry, and then rolled off my shirt, and he finally showed his head from under the quilt.

His hair was messy, strands stuck to his cheeks from sweat.

The faint moonlight shone on his eyes, like silver crescents, even the eyelashes became transparent...

"Before you're sure it's me, you let someone touch you. Aren't you afraid that a stranger got into your bed?" His hoarse voice rang in my ears.

His body is slender and slender, his skin is smooth, and his body temperature is always higher than mine. I don’t need to see his face, as soon as he posts it, I know it’s him.

I ignored his teasing and just hugged him tightly.

"Owen, I love..."

I covered his lips all of a sudden, blocking what he was about to say.

"Don't say anything, don't say anything..."

At night like this, I don't want to think about anything, past life, revenge, I killed him, I want to forget everything, I just want to hug him tightly.

He opened his mouth to confess to me, but I covered his mouth. He knew exactly what it meant.

So he got angry all of a sudden

On the wet back acupoint, he fought hard again.

"You bastard! You bastard!" He said angrily in my ear while holding my legs and thrusting hard:

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, you're an asshole, you know that!"

"Ah one by one, one by one" I was groaning under him under him.

He panted heavily, his movements became bigger and bigger, and the speed of thrusting and thrusting became faster and faster.

"Why do you treat me like this! Do you think I can't do anything about you? You're a bastard, you're a bastard!"

His strength was great, his movements were rough, and it seemed that he was out of breath.

I raised my hand and touched his cheek, which was covered with cold sweat. I put my arms around him, held him in my arms, and let him vent his anger on me.

"I won't fall in love with someone like you. Why are you so cruel to me? What did I do wrong, tell me."

"Ah, one by one, one by one" I couldn't help but shouted, "Don't...don't...over there...don't one by one"

As if taking revenge, he crushed it even harder, twisting his crotch against that point.

My ears were buzzing, the comfortable feeling of flying into the sky made me suck on him uncontrollably.

Under his violent twitching, I couldn't help but raise my hips to chase him, cooperate with him, let him push deeper and harder, this intense pleasure makes me about to climax.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he caught my desire all of a sudden, and then pressed his small eyes.

"Ah...um...my lord...don't...please...let go...ah...let go...please..." I yelled incoherently, twisting my hips impatiently.

But his cock grew bigger and hotter.

"What do you call me? What do you call me?"

"Albert... Lord Albert... Hurry... Please..."

He finally let go of my grip the moment he released, and I came shaking in his arms.

We hugged each other tightly, and no one spoke for a long time.

He stroked my back, kissed my cheeks, and then rubbed against me, as if there was a hint of grievance in it.

As a result, after a while, he actually said aggrievedly: "I hate you to death..."

After being tortured by him all night, I could barely breathe, but he was wronged first.

I pressed against his forehead and kissed his lips, wanting him to return to lust and stop thinking wildly. Who knew he would no longer be confused by me and questioned me loudly.

"You bastard! It's fine if you don't want to love me. Why can't I say I can't even love you? What do you want from me? Why? I don't understand why you never explain to me, what is the reason, Make it so hard for you to say it? Is it related to your resentment against my uncle's family? "

I looked at him, I couldn't say these words of killing him in my previous life anyway, so I had no choice but to stick to him, wanting to please him again.

He pushed me away angrily, got out of bed, and began to get dressed.

I hesitated on the bed for a while, lifted the quilt and walked down, hugging his back.

Rubbing him with her body, kissing him regardless.

He froze for a moment, then pushed me away.

I persistently entangled it, picked up a leg and hooked it around his waist, and rubbed his desire between the two thighs. His penis bounced and became hot, and his hand also stuck to me, but after touching it twice, And reluctantly pushed me away.

I stuck it up again, grabbed his hand and rubbed against me, and teased his penis with the inner thigh. He hissed, and all the muscles in his body suddenly tensed up. He hugged me like a spasm, and his whole body was hot, especially It's the high penis.But he just held back and didn't rush forward.

"What do you think of me? Do you think I just want to do this kind of thing? Go away." He shook off me, picked up his clothes and put them on.

I sat on the bed, the cold air surrounded me.

what do I do?I really can't tell the truth, should I make up a lie to deceive him?

He had already reached the door, saw that I was still sitting there, so he hammered the door heavily angrily, and then left the room.