Mr. Ward Junior was walking down the stairs of his private basement with a bottle of champagne in his right hand and a glass that was half full in his left. He could barely see where he was going as he got to the bottom, but he managed to avoid the furniture and sat down on an old, blue armchair. He put the bottle on the floor in between his feet and grabbed a golden pocket watch from inside of his trousers. It was 6:11 am, the early morning birds could be heard singing outside and soon it would be time for the maids to begin making breakfast. Mr. Ward Junior's mind immediately flicked to the meeting that was scheduled at 8:00 am this morning. His father's lawyer was going to reveal and ultimately decide what he was going to inherit as the only living member of the family.
Time slowly ticked by as he began to drink the champagne, his mind was foggy as he had been drinking much since his bath, when he should have been sleeping and getting ready for more important business.
The funeral was three weeks ago, but the lawyer had been delaying the meeting, coming up with excuses, saying he was gathering more information.
When he checked the pocket watch again it was 6:47 am, the maids would be preparing themselves and the breakfast for 7:00 am. Mr. Ward Junior got up from the blue armchair and walked over to a small window which faced the left side of the house. The early morning fog was lightly hovering in the air, but the sun was slowly beginning to rise, creating a pink mist with rays of light shining all around, squirrels could be seen chasing and fighting each other on the ground, before they disappeared up the trees, and that was when Mr. Ward Junior decided that he would take a shower and get ready for breakfast, something he hadn't done in forever.
Moving away from the window, he left the champagne and glass on the floor and walked back up the stairs. Once he had exited and locked the basement, he walked through the busy hallways where the maids were coming back and forth in their rush to prepare the house properly. Along the far side of a hallway he saw Madam Tracy standing with a young maid, they looked as if they had been arguing about something, but Mr. Ward Junior carried on his journey to his private wing where he entered his master bedroom.
Opening the old wardrobe, he fetched out a black suit, a white shirt, along with black dress shoes and a black tie. They were made by the best tailors and fashion designers in Kresten city, but he didn't wear them much as he rarely left his private wing or study, never mind the house.
By the time he was out of the shower and ready to walk down for breakfast, the maids were already sitting at the grand table in silence whilst Madam Tracy served each of them dishes consisting of smoked fish, eggs, caviar, and a variety of meats were sitting in the middle of the table, along with freshly baked bread and butter.
When Mr. Ward Junior was noticed, all stood immediately and looked at him in a silent confusion. He hadn't been present at the table since the house had first been brought some thirteen years before, and the funeral was the first time that he had wore a full suit, now being the second.
"It's a surprise to see you here, I must say, Mr. Junior," Madam Tracy said with an evident appreciation, "Please, come, take a seat in your father's chair, he would have been proud to see you as you stand now."
Mr. Ward Junior walked around to a chair on one of the short ends of the table. On his left stood Madam Tracy along with another six maids that worked in the house. On his right stood the young maid that Madam Tracy had argued with earlier on in the hallway, along with another six maids that worked in the house.
When he sat down they all followed after him, Madam Tracy picked at her food as she watched him eat his, and the young maid looked at both of them without even touching hers.
The previous night was starting to creep into Mr. Junior's memory again, and he wondered if the two women had somehow discovered what had happened.
After he had finished his bath, he had returned to his study to find the young maid occupying his seat, something that he had told her he wanted earlier that day, in secret of course; and when he approached, she met him in the middle of the room and the two stood opposite each other before she slowly closed the gap. He held her closely before he whispered in her ear: "Tonight you will be submissive... you will watch yourself in the face of a mirror... and in those moments, everything you feel, everything you experience... in those moments... in those moments you belong to me."
The young maid felt the words ring in her ears. Mr. Junior now practically owned her, like he did the others. She looked up into his eyes, a deep ocean of nothing was all that she saw. The young man wasn't like anybody she had ever met before. Her breath became shaky, legs and hands too. He felt her weakness and knew that he had her.
he pulled away slowly and took her hands before leading her to his desk and clearing it. Then, he undressed her and took some time to admire her beauty. A silver mirror was propped up on the far end of the desk, and he adjusted the angle so she could see her reflection staring back.
Mr. Junior slipped off his robe and pressed himself against the young maid, forcing her to arch slightly over the desk. Eventually, after sucking on her neck and playing with her breasts, he reached his left arm between her left armpit and breast and clutched her throat as he slipped into her wet vagina. The penetration had different rhythms, at times it was slow and delicate, at others a sense of frustration and eagerness.
Sometimes he stopped and looked at her through the mirror, which captured her reaction to every stroke, along with the feelings that rose in her face.
Every time she opened her eyes she saw herself... she felt herself being handled by an animal.
The truth was, none of the maids could resist him. They all knew that he chose who he wanted. They all knew but wouldn't dare speak of it. Tonight, it was just her night. And when they parted, she looked at him with that innocent look.
Something that Mr. Ward Junior didn't know however, was that Madam Tracy had been watching through a crack in the brown double doors.
And the young maid had caught her whilst leaving.
The whole time that he sat eating his breakfast he felt the dynamic between the two women growing. Not only did he feel this, but he also felt the other maids become quite strange in their behaviour, too.
He took the golden pocket watch out and looked at the time, 7:49 am, the lawyer was set to arrive at around 8:00 am, an excuse to leave the trouble behind.
Before he did so though, he remembered that last night Madam Tracy had came to see him, she had knocked on his door and asked him to join everybody for breakfast as a last send off for his father, whom she had said a small toast for in a hasty fashion. But what was her game? What did she want from him, a young man who nobody could get close to? And why seat the young maid here?
It was only a thought that pricked him for a moment as he put the pocket watch away. He stood up whilst the maids took care of the dishes and left over food and walked back to his study, the moment would soon come where he would find out the full fortune of his inheritance, but no matter how much it was, it couldn't change the person he knew himself to be, but a scary question popped into his head. What would become of his life now that he was free?