The Mansion (IC)

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Angelique finished dusting off the mantle, a few stray sneezes coming from her as she moved her duster back from the stone ledge. "You're certain our new Sir will want the urn up there?," She asked hesitantly, glancing back to the Head maid, Maria.

Her matronly features extended into a smile as she nodded to Angel, Maria giving another guesture to the mantle. "Oh, certainly. Master Shawn will want to have his uncle so near to his corazón. He provided him with so much, yes? Surely he will want him right here, to watch over him..." With that, she pointed into the hall, a slight frown on her face. "Now go on, Angel! He should be coming very soon. We have much to do! Fresh flowers from the garden- Go fetch some, we need to brighten up this house! Dark and dreary- not a place for a young man to be coming into!"

Angel giggled, rushing past her. "Of course, Maria. Freshest and brightest!" Through the hallways and into the foyer, she took up a small basket from the bench and headed outside, walking out into the garden in the front yard with a smile. The fountain was already trickling away, a brilliant blue hue coming from the crystal waters as she circled it, plucking up blossoms as she passed.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder... What would the new master of the house be like? Master Jakob had been such the kind hearted older man, though he did have his stern moments. There were times, however, that Angelique rather liked that- ahhh, but that was for different reasons only a few members of the staff were aware of. Her smile cracked again. Perhaps Master Shawn would also enjoy such things... but there she was, already jumping to conclusions about the new owner of the house.

Coming upon the rose bushes, she took the pruning shears from her basket, holding the blooms delicately in one hand as she snipped them free. The sound of an approaching car spooked her, causing her to misjudge and nip the end of her finger with the shears. She cursed softly, shoving the bleeding finger into her lips and frowning.

The events of the day whirled through Shawn’s mind, it was all happening so fast. He’d remembered meeting his uncle once or twice and apparently he’d been around when Shawn was just a little boy, but now, years later he’d just found out that his Uncle Jakob had left his entire fortune to him. Shawn didn’t even know the old geezer was rich, if he had he would have surely had the good sense to pester his rich uncle for cash.

The lawyer sent to oversee Jakob’s estate took Shawn directly to the abandoned mansion as soon as he signed the papers. This suited Shawn just fine, he’d be able to pack later, it was time to survey the goods.

“Survey the goods… movin’ out the hood… inherit a fortune, now shit’s all good.” Shawn began rhyming under his breath, scribbling along on a small notepad he carried as the car turned up onto the long driveway. “….Holy Shit!”

The sight of the massive house pulled Shawn from his awkward freestyle session.

“This is my crib?” Shawn asked, his eyes the size of silver dollars.

“Um… Yes, this is the Ryker property.” The large, well dressed, black lawyer informed Shawn.

“Ho-Ly Shit!” Shawn reiterated.

The car pulled up the long driveway and then Shawn saw something that appealed to him even more than the huge house. A sexy, beautiful young woman in a very revealing “French maid” outfit; Shawn’s jaw dropped.

The car parked in front of the entrance to the house but all Shawn could do was sit in his seat and gawk at this sexy girl from behind the tinted glass.

Angel took her finger out long enough to check it over, a frown on her lips as she shook out her hand. That had smarted! At least it wasn't bleeding. Still, she wasn't sure what this car was here for. Maria would've warned her if company was coming. The only person she knew of that was supposed to be here was-

"OH!!!"
She clutched the basket to her chest, her eyes wide as she ran through the garden... Quite the task in the clunky heels she liked to wear. The butler was off on a grocery run for Maria, leaving only a few members of the staff on hand at the moment as other tasks were being handled. Readjusting herself as she came to the car, she leaned to the driver's window and smiled as she tapped against him. As the window came down, she beamed a smile and held out one of the roses. "Hello! I take it that you're here to see the house? I was told that the lawyers would be stopping in soon to survey the-" She paused, seeing the young man settled in the back seat. "Oh. H-hello."

She had misunderstood already... This was the new owner! "Welcome home, Mister Ryker." She gave him a smile, going to open his door. "I'm Angelique, but most everyone calls me Angel. Your uncle liked to call me Angie." She gave a soft laugh at that, then sighed. "I do miss that... Such a nice man he was..." She trailed off a moment, a sort of dazed look coming to her eyes before she snapped back to look at him. "Oh! But there I go- We should get you inside, so you can see the house! It's quite big, I still get lost in it sometimes."

DJ Ryking Krew?

Damn she’s fine!

That was the only coherent thought Shawn could piece together as he watched the sexy young maid race toward the car. He stared lewdly at the subtle bounce of her breasts under the tight outfit she wore as she ran. She went up to the driver’s window and leaned forward, allowing Shawn’s eyes to dive into her cleavage.

She spoke to the driver for a few moments but Shawn pain no attention to what she was saying, her glorious breasts had him mesmerized. It wasn’t until she addressed him directly that he was pulled from hi stupor with a slight start.

Her nervous greeting was met by a simple upward nod of his stubbly head. “‘Sup”, is what the nod communicated. She went on to welcome him and open his door. Shawn tried to regain his typical swagger as he stepped out of the vehicle, still helplessly eye-fucking the girl who introduced herself as Angela, no… Angel, no… Angie.

Angie seemed to remember his uncle fondly… very fondly. Seeming to catch herself in the middle of a particularly fond memory she offered to show him the house.

Shawn had been so fascinated with the young maid that he had yet to even look at the house up close. It looked even bigger now that it was just in front of him, he knew he’d need lots of time to explore this palace… but there was something else, even closer that he wanted to explore more.

“Nice to meet you Angie” Shawn was careful to stress the nickname that seemed to get her all weak in the knees, as he walked up unnecessarily close, letting his hands take the liberty of caressing her hips as he pulled her body up against his, craning his neck slightly to face her, though his eyes were still trapped below her face. “I guess you know my name is Shawn, but almost everyone calls me DJ Ryking Krew.”

Nobody really called him that.

Angelique blushed slightly as Shawn used the nickname, biting her lips to hide a smile. It was nice to hear again, though sent her back into a few little wanderings...

"Such a messy little maid, Angie. Come over here and clean up what you've done! If I didn't know better, I'd think you enjoy seeing such a mess on my desk. Perhaps a bigger mess is in order, isn't it, Angie?"

She shivered, the blush growing more as she looked at him, the hand on her hip a surprise but not something she was about to question. "Ah, yes, Master Shawn... Oh! You're a DJ? How wonderful! It'll be quite nice to hear music in the house again." She glanced around to see if any of the older staff were near, leaning in a bit closer to him. "To be honest, Master Jakob didn't like me to play any of the newer music. It'll be great to have something besides classical and Sinatra on all the time." She smiled, though it slid down slightly as she noticed where his eyes were focused. Already taking after his uncle, wasn't he?

"There are 4 gardens," She continued, guesturing behind them. "One out front, both sides, and out back. A wonderful view from any window.... 6 bedrooms, a study, an exercise room, a large sitting room, the kitchen, formal dining room, entertainment room, 8 bathrooms... On the other side of the pool is the staff house and garage. What would you like to see first? Any of the rooms, of course, we can have refurnished to your liking. You certainly have the money for it now, Master Shawn."

Shawn

Shawn smiled as she mentioned him having money now. He was still getting used to that idea, what took even more getting used to was the idea that he now had power. Power over this sexy, beautiful, flirty, young maid who barely batted an eye when he pressed himself against her and ogled her.

The list of rooms contained within the massive structure made Shawn’s head spin, rooms he’d never even heard of. Who could possibly be so fat and lazy that they needed a whole room just to sit? Shawn thought of his old place, he had been happy to even have a bathroom separate from the main room, this place had 8 bathrooms. Despite his confusion at the long list of rooms and his curiosity, he realized that he needed to take charge here. This Angie seemed all too willing to bend to his whim, now was not the time to falter.

“The master bedroom,” Shawn smirked finally lifting his eyes just enough to look into Angie’s. “I’d like to see where the magic is going to happen.”

Shawn winked at her, in a way he felt obligated to make that tired joke. It was probably from watching so many episodes of “Cribs”. He shuddered slightly at the thought of being as up-his-own-ass as those famous fucks were.

Angie laughed at that, nodding at the request. "Alright then. I'll just need to let Maria know you're here. She had thought it would be a few more hours. Ah- not that I'm complaining about you being early, of course." She held her flowers a bit closer, leading him up to the main doors as her heels clicked against the stoned walkway. "The master bedroom still has a number of your uncle's things there... we weren't sure what you would want taken out," She warned, glancing to him again as she pushed the doors open. Coming down the foyer was Maria, whose eyes widened at the young man at Angelique's side.

"Maria! Master Shawn is here! I'm giving him a tour of the mansion right now...," Angie called, starting up the winding staircase with him as Maria nodded. "There are two staircases," She explained, guesturing towards the back of the house. "There's another by the back entrance. Master Jakob kept saying he wanted to put in an elevator, but the bookkeeper said it would decrease the value of the house..."

She shrugged as they hit the top of the staircase, heading down one of the hallways. "Now, right at the end of this will be..." She trailed off as she bright him to two black doors, opening them with the gold handles and swinging the doors to the walls for him. "Here we are; the master bedroom! Again, I.. um.. apologize for your uncle's things still being here. We really haven't had a chance to go through them or anything. I'm not really sure what he had in here anymore." She turned around, sighing hard as she spotted the painting of two nude women beside the door. "Ohhh, I thought he had gotten rid of that-! A gift from his friend Hugh..."

Shawn

Shawn stared incredulously at Angel’s lovely backside as her heels clattered up the front steps. When Angelique mentioned a Maria, Shawn allowed himself to get his hopes up that Maria would be as sexy as Angie was. The grand foyer took Shawn’s breath away at its sheer elegance.

Moving up the front stairs Shawn caught his first glimpse of Maria, though not ugly, she was a little older and certainly paled compared to Angel’s beauty. Shawn quickly returned to his hunt for glimpses of Angie’s panties under her very short skirt.

The master bedroom was equally as extravagant as the rest of the estate, perhaps even more so. Shawn smirked as Angel made excuses for the painting.

“I think that shit’s fresh!” Shawn chuckled, “It stays.”

He wandered into the room, somewhat aimlessly as he looked around. Aside from being rich it seemed his uncle was also a freak. The bed, the painting, the mirror on the ceiling, everything about the room seemed to be geared for sex.

It wasn’t until Shawn looked at the bed and found fleece lined cuffs bolted to the headboard that he knew for sure his uncle had been a dirty old man.

“Did Hugh donate these as well?” Shawn grinned at Angel deviously. “Close the door… I’ve got some questions I want to ask about my late uncle Jakob.”

"You like it?," Angelique asked, glancing at him over her shoulder as he started to wander the room. She blushed slightly as he found the cuffs on the bed, seeing the immediate grin on his face. "Um... Well, they came from his, ah, website... but those were, ahhh... from me. He liked to collect things like that," she explained, brushing stray hair from her eyes as she blushed again.

"Stay still, Angie... Ah ah ah, no peeking, little one, or you'll ruin the surprise. There's my girl. Oh, Angie-! What a naughty maid you are... What have you done with your panties?!"

Angel gave a surprised yelp as she came out of her thoughts, giggling a bit as she heard Shawn's request to her. "Oh, yes, of course Master Shawn." Shutting the door, she circled around the side of the bed and perched on the edge before folding her legs. It still felt as comfortable as ever- a bit stiff, but yet still some bounce to it. "Now... what type of questions did you have in mind?" She looked up at him curiously, still smiling.

Shawn Ryker

Damn she was fuckin’ FINE! Shawn couldn’t stop repeating those words in his mind, like a witless mantra he was powerless to stop. Any time she smiled, giggled and especially when her eyes rolled back in her head as if she were envisioning some naughty fantasy her lovely lips were too pure to voice.

“Ok Angie… Let’s be real.” Shawn said as he folded one leg onto the bed next to her and left the other on the floor. “You aren’t exactly… “built” like a maid. Now don’t take me wrong, but you don’t dress like a maid either. I’m not tryin’ to say that you a ho or nothin’ like that, but damn girl. You look like you could be a model or an actress or some shit like that, and that outfit of yours looks like you stole it from the dressing room at “Scores”. So let’s be real girl, what kinda shit did you do for my uncle, cause you are WAY overqualified to just be polishin’ rails. If ya nahh mean.”

Shawn’s eyebrows arched slightly as he finished, half-expecting to be slapped across the face, but also genuinely curious. Did this girl really not know how slammin’ she was? Or was Uncle Jak up to some freaky ass shit in this big, roomy love-den of his?

Shawn’s money was on the later.

Angelique's smile slowly dropped, her eyes drfiting to the pillows behind him. She had figured he'd ask about things like that at some point in time... but this was a bit sooner than she expected. "I used to be an acting student... but a bad choice of roles led me to be cut off by my parents and disowned. Jakob was a fan of my theatre roles, and when he found out, he offered me a place to stay here at his mansion... In return for me working for him. It sounded too good to pass up."

"Jakob had so much money- but he was lonely. I went to the theatre and parties with him quite often, becoming not only an employee but a friend to him. After awhile, it started to lead into something else. Even an old man can have those kinds of feelings... and one hell of an imagination. Those cuffs are tame compared to what's in the closet and the basement."

She paused a moment, staring at the pillows a bit longer before looking up at him. "I found out that it was one of his unspoken requirements for working under him. Everyone that works here at the mansion was subject to take part in one of his fantasies- and he certainly had a lot of them! Thing is, no one ever seemed to object to the idea... And why would they? He really did provide us with everything we could want. A home, a wonderful man to work for, delicious food, whatever clothing we wanted... Making his fantasies reality seemed to be just another perk."

It was just as Shawn had hoped. He’d tell you it was suspicion, but deep down, the whole time he’d been hoping that “Angel” had been more than a maid to his uncle. Though he had professed to not thinking she was a “ho” he wondered what the deal was regarding the inheritance of the house and whether or not all the “perks” were included.

“Well… I’d like to lay it down from the start that I’m damn sure not gonna fire you.” Shawn began cautiously. “That said… would it perk you up to make my fantasies reality?”

Shawn really had laid it all right there on the line, he certainly couldn’t have been any more plain than that. It was none too soon either, as his cock was already starting to swell down the leg of his baggy jeans.

Angelique's eyes widened a bit, blushing again before brushing her hand against the silk sheets on the bed. Shawn was far younger than his uncle, obviously... and that left her mind to wander to things that Jakob had never been able to do because of his aging body. She swallowed softly, smiling a bit before glancing up at him. "To say I'm not curious about what's in your mind would be an absolute lie, Master Shawn."

Her hand still petting the sheets, she readjusted on the bed and cocked her head at him. "I'd suppose that the requirement is passed down for the next Master of the house... but-" She paused, biting her lip a second before continuing. "...But it was never the requirement that led me to your uncle's bed... and it still won't be from it that I would come to yours, Master Shawn."

“Would”

That one simple modifier worked to keep Shawn’s raging hormones at bay. She had said “It won’t be from [requirement] that I WOULD come to yours.” That one word opening up a bottomless pit of ‘what ifs’. Maybe she would if he were younger, or older, or brighter, or whiter, or…

Shawn might have taken it as an all out rejection had it not been for the look in her eyes. The two locked eyes for what must have only been a moment but seemed like an eternity. In that one moment Shawn saw so much of Angel. She was timid, shy, eager and expectant. Her eyes were like that of a child waiting to be held, loved, led.

Trippin’

That’s what Shawn was doing right now, trippin’. He was letting the stakes of all of this psyche him out. The house, the land, the money, the girl it was all so much nicer and on a higher level than anything Shawn had known in his life. This was his level now, the look in her eyes reminded him of this. Anywhere but here she would have been the one in control, being lusted after by countless suitors, but in this place… in HIS place he was the prize after which she was lusting.

It was time for action! Nut up or shut up. Shawn carpe’d the diem!

Two large hands, abnormally strong from working on turntables grasped the sides of Angie’s face and pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply and passionately. Consequences be damned, this girl was too beautiful and wonderful for Shawn to pass up. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that brought out this dominant, take charge side of himself but he did know that he liked it.

Angie stared up at him a moment, her thoughts drifting to the possiblity that she was looking for just a bit too long... but she couldn't break her eyes from him. Something about the curiousity, confusion written in his face... She was trying to understand it as well. Had she offended him? Oh no, something she had said.. he hadn't wanted to know so much about his uncle, she had said something that had left him spooked by her, or the house, or-

The sudden grasp of his hands against her skin surprised her far more, a light squeek coming from her as he kissed her. Her noises faded down into a soft moan, her eyes closing as his mouth claimed hers. Her own hands drifted up, resting against his arms as he held onto her, part of her wanting so badly to pull him down onto the bed with her, to welcome him in the one way she knew best....

No, this was his house now. She needed to learn what he wanted, what he liked, what fantasies he had about things such as this before attempting to take anything into her own hands. Besides, at the moment, she felt far more comfortable being held in his.

Slowly but deliberately Shawn lowered Angie down onto the bed, she yeilded to him without question. She was pliable and obedient, Shawn couldn't believe how powerful he felt with her face in her hands. So much of his life had been spent being kicked around and mocked, now, for once he was the one in charge. He liked being in charge.

His tongue danced elicitly with hers and hers responded diligently. Shawn's right hand crept down to caress her breast through her silky maid's outfit. Shawn's caress was tender at first but slowly began to tighten. More and more as the sensation of being in control filled him, his eyes snapped open and burned with desire, how far could he push her, how long would she obey.

Shawn's fingers focused on Angie's nipple, pinching it tightly through his uniform. He wanted to talk dirty to her, no more than that, talk down to her subjugate her, and something in her eyes beconed him to do so as he broke the kiss and tisted her nipple.

"You like that don't you Angie? You love being the little slut maid don't you? You dirty dirty little ho."

Angelique gave a soft moan against his mouth as Shawn's hesitant hands crept against her, smiling a bit as he seemed to gain a bit more confidence in the whole situation. Her eyes closed as he pressed her back against the plush bed, surprised to feel herself shaking a bit. She was just as nervous as he- and she wasn't sure why. It wasn't like this was anything new to her, she was quite used to it from-

She cried out a bit as he suddenly pinched at her nipple, gasping as he moved his lips from hers and growled out words to her. The words lingered against her ears, making her heart race a bit more. At first she wasn't sure how to respond to him- but she didn't have to think on it long before her mouth spilled out words on its own.

"God yes, Master Shawn," She breathed out heavily, sprawling her back along the bed as she moaned again. "Your slutty, dirty maid... Hnnn- Punish me, use me as you wish, Master Shawn..." Part of her couldn't believe she was saying such things to a man she had only met less than an hour ago... Yet she loved to hear herself say it.

Shawn had no idea where those words had come from, they had seemed to just spill forth from some subconscious corner of his mind. He didn’t know why it made him so hot to berate his beautiful maid like that, or why she seemed to love it just as much. Perhaps he was more like his uncle than he had ever known. One thing was certain, he wanted more.

In a flash Shawn had snatched up Angie’s left wrist and was strapping it into the wool-lined cuff that linked to the wall, his hands moved swiftly as if they had a mind of their own. Shawn joined his hands around her now bound wrist and slowly trailed them down her sleek and sexy arm. She had told him to use her as he wished, but he honestly had no idea what it was he wanted from her.

His lips and hands moved down her arm moving closer and closer to her body, even more than he was excited about his new fortune or his incredible estate, he was excited about his most beautiful new possession, this lovely submissive maid.

“I want every inch of you Angie, body and soul. Every single succulent inch, I’m going to claim.” Again words were pouring from the nether reaches of his soul. “I’m going to tear you apart Angie, and rebuild you anew. Nothing will be the same for you after today.”

Shawn’s hands and lips slid over the succulent mounds of flesh that he had long lusted after. Despite his lust he merely glided over her breasts, rippling the dainty fabric of her uniform as he slowly embraced her shoulder and began his journey down her other arm to eventually bind it in a cuff as well.

Surprised to find her hands in the cuffs, Angie writhed against the bed, still softly moaning as he explored against her body. His lips felt so wonderful against her skin, leaving her to shiver slightly from the tender touch. It felt like so long since anyone had touched her in this way, made her feel so... longed for. Shawn was acting like a boy with a new toy to play with, touching, exploring- yet still being so delicate. She felt as though he was being cautious not to break her or something...

His words drifted into her ears, causing her skin to prick yet again- but still enjoying every moment of it. She tried to respond to him, but when he moved against her breasts, she gave another soft cry, rising up to him. Nothing will be the same- She wondered what he meant by that, but part of her just didn't care. She wanted more...

Shawn's hands fumbled with his belt and pants, he was frantic with lust, the way she moaned and beckoned him onward stoked his fires mightily. After his pants were finally undone successfully he untied the front of her maid outfit, his agressive fingers greedily opening the front of her skimpy dress. His hands sought her breasts and finally freed them from the black silken fabric.

By now Shawn's cock was rock hard and he latched himself onto her breast, sucking and caressing her nipple with his tongue. His hands now slithered down her sides and hips to lift up the hem of her skirt and slide up and down her slit, caressing her through her panties.

It was as if Shawn had stepped outside himself and was watching his body move of its own accord. He was having one of those "Outer Body" experiences he was certain he'd heard someone mention once.