More Than A Butler

Her Butler, Charming

The light from the opening curtains burned her sensitive eyes through her closed eye lids. A groan was made and blankets were pulled up to cover her head and protect her eyes.

"Rise and shine, my Lady, an exciting day awaits you," those words made Isabella Civetrogue bolt straight up in bed. "I'm guessing it must have slipped your mind, but now that you've remembered, come quickly we mustn't delay," He uncovered the blankets from her body and guided her smooth legs off the side of the bed.

"The Martin's," her voice was soft but cold. Her emerald eyes stared straight, unblinking, filled with hatred. Sebastian slowly trailed his fingers along her arms, indicating her to lift them so he could removed her thin, purple night gown.

"Yes, my Lady, but first breakfast," He slid the gown off her head then tossed it gently into the laundry basket next to the bed, then moved down to slide off a matching pair of purple laced panties. "Then once you've eaten we can continue with the plan as you wish," Isabella stood there nude, in front of her butler, she didn't mind. Not since the day after the contract was established. Sebastian, didn't mind either, not one bit.

He enjoyed their morning routine and when it was time to bathe her, her fair skin was smooth to the touch, and it glowed beautifully in the light. Her black hair, as dark as midnight much like his own, had light curls and fell gracefully off her shoulders and down her back. Her green eyes were his favorite, like a cat's, he's thought time and time again. He loves cats.

Guiding a new pair of laced panties up her thighs and between her legs, it followed with him leading her arms into a matching laced bra and hooking it behind her back. She adjusted her breasts as needed while her butler rolled a pair of black stockings high up onto her legs. Then she was dressed into a dark purple and black, low-cut, thin strapped dress. Her favorite. Along came a pair of matching shoes with thick heels and they were on their way to breakfast.

They walked down the long corridor, passing door after door until they arrived at the dining room. A large, crystal chandelier hung high in the center of the room sparkling in the light from the windows Sebastian had already uncovered. "I've prepared you a list of options that include pancakes and strawberries, eggs and your choice of meat, french toast and bananas, or oatmeal and berries. What are you favoring this morning my lady?" He pulled a seat out for her and as she sat down he pushed her in until she was at a comfortable distance from the large rectangular table.

"One egg over medium, a cup of strawberries, and a small bowl of oatmeal Sebastian," she unfolded a napkin and set it on her lap. He lightly bowed, gave an 'as you wish' then left the room. She watched him as he left. Tall, thin, so very strong, and so very very handsome. She loved when he dressed her in the morning, when he glides his fingers across her body. And oh how she loved her baths. He would wash every part of her body multiple times then rinse her off. On the outside she showed no emotion. But on the inside she longed for him. She knew she was unwanted though. By him, by anyone.

Sebastian returned quickly carrying a tray of her desired foods. She watched him as he lay the food out in front of her in an attractive display. She picked up a fork, ate her egg, nibbled at some strawberries, continued to her oatmeal, and back to the strawberries to finish them off. He stayed behind her, not to close but close enough, so she could feel his presence as he watched her eat. As her nude lips sucked the juice out of the strawberry before she took a bite out of it. He licked his lips slowly. He longingly watched her, knowing her soul would taste as delicious as she looked.

He watched until she patted her lips, indicating she was done. Her house maid whom she called Evans, came in and took the dirty dishes and silverware away. Sebastian gently pulled her chair out enough for her to stand up and he followed her out of the door and into her studies.

Her favorite books were neatly placed in a total of six tall book shelves, a large black polished desk was in the center of the room in front of a large window that overlooked the garden. Candles illuminated the room and she sat down in her chair and pulled out a single paper from her desk drawer. She laid it in the middle of the desk and she followed it up with a small stack of papers from another drawer. On the single piece of paper contained dozens and dozens of names. People who have done her wrong, who have hurt her, tormented her, and people who just deserved death. A handful of names were already crossed off, the next one was Martin. Instead of killing just the one person who's done her wrong, she killed the entire family first, then continued to the main victim. They have already disposed of the family members which left only the main Martin left. The small stack of papers contained information about him which was extremely helpful.

Sebastian turned around and shut the door before picking up the small stack of papers and reading a few family members names off.

"Ana Martin, his beloved wife and mother of his two children."

"Decapitated and left in his bed."

"Christopher Martin, eldest son."

"Missing all his limbs and died of blood loss in his living room."

"Mary-Anna Martin, youngest daughter, no older then the age of ten."

"Found missing both her eyes and tongue in the river, dead."

"Steven and Nicole Martin, father and mother of Ana's husband."

"Steven was found shot dead next to the hanging body of Nicole."

"If I may ask, what are you planning to do to him, my Lady?" When she looked up from her blinding gaze she realized he was standing next to her, she could feel the warmth of his body and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"I don't have the slightest idea, it'll come to me when we get there," he looked down at her, her dress was thin for the warmer weather and he could see the outline of her legs as one crossed over the other. He licked his lips as he saw her cleavage that showed from her low-cut dress. Putting the papers back on the desk he walked towards the door.

"Shall we proceed now?"

"Yes, we shall," Isabella got up and walked past the door as Sebastian opened it for her, they proceeded down a smaller corridor and down a large flight of stairs. Lined up at the bottom of the stairs were her house keepers. She instructed the four of them to watch over the house while she was gone. They politely bowed and agreed and watched her as she walked out of the large double doors into the carriage.

Sebastian gingerly placed a thin coat over her shoulders as she entered the carriage and he sat across from her. They discussed a few more minor details about their plan. The whole time she kept her eyes closed, thinking. He took this opportunity to let his eyes wonder over her perfect body. She looks so, delicious. He licked his lips again. Perhaps his stare was becoming to intense, she opened her eyes only to meet his own. She blushed and looked away. "What is it?" She asked. "Nothing at all my lady," he replied.

She looked at him again, to find that he was still looking at her, they held eye contact for quite some time until her heart fluttered so much she was forced to look away. If she continued any longer she might have just grabbed him by the collar of his black suit and pulled him in close. The thought alone made her think about doing it. But she quickly blew it away. Sebastian on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about it. He wanted her like nothing else. Oh how he longed for her soul and body.

The carriage continued down the road as the two inside silently thought about one another.