|Lord Eward Mountford-Miles (lord_eward) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-05-08 00:28:00
|Entry tags:||eward_mountford-miles, katherine_rochester|
Subject: The Consequences of Dinner
Where: Mountford-Miles residence
Who: Eward Mountford-Miles
Warnings: Prooobably NC-17.....
Open to: Katherine Rochester.
Eward neglected to carry the bedsheets around his waist to hide his modesty as he walked around his chambers, very warm and in need of a stiff drink. The woman he had just finished with lay sighing on the bed, wriggling around and looking at the Lord as if he were some kind of angel. Eward did not notice nor did he pay any attention. His recent encounter was fairly forgettable, not serving to scratch his itch and he was possibly even more frustrated than before. Ever since that damn kiss with Katherine his thoughts had been scattered, but it did not seem to be noticed by the woman.
"Are you not going to sit with me?" she asked, almost cooing to him. Eward's back flinched.
"Why should I sit with you after I've just fucked you?" he shot back, highly impatient. The girl seemed hurt and Eward knew he couldn't handle it. "HENRY!" he called and almost immediately his servant scuttled in, looking unphased that his master was naked and that he had an upset woman in his bed. "See her out will you?" As Henry gestured for the girl to leave she quickly gathered her things, huffing and teary and now looking at Eward like he was the devil himself. Eward walked to the window, glass of scotch in hand, and quietly sipped upon it.
"Do you even remember my name?" the girl croaked, struggling to get into her petticoats.
"Of course," he said idly, watching the deserted road outside. It was rather late in the evening and the candlelight flickered in the room. "It is Saskia..."
"Do I look like I care?" Eward rounded on her, his temper flaring, but it was enough to send her straight out of the room and crying hard into her bundle of clothes. Henry nodded towards his master and left after her, closing the doors behind him. The silence which followed was a welcome relief. Finally he could drink his scotch and be alone with his thoughts, thoughts which had been nagging at him for some time now. He noticed a figure in the garden of his estate but passing it off as a servant on their nightly rounds Eward left the window and walked to his basin where he splashed cool, refreshing water on his face and neck. Sex was hard work, especially when he realised in the middle of it that he was not getting the pleasure he wanted. His trousers hung on the edge of the bed and deciding he was cold he grabbed them and put them on. Tonight was now going to be boring; that woman was supposed to last him until morning but he had seen fit to dismiss her as soon as possible. He would probably get more pleasure by doing it himself anyway...