The Promise

Chapter 17

I wake after another pleasant dream and make haste to breakfast wanting to see his face, the face that was against my body last night, the face that dominated my mind as I pleased myself, the face that I dreamt about. I seat myself at the table, placing fresh fruit on my dish to pick at and pouring myself a streaming cup of tea. Alexander enters but not with a paper in hand like he always does. He is freshly shaven and wearing a suit, he looks very well presented as he sits and pours himself some tea.

"I must leave for some unexpected buisness but I will return before your ball" he speaks, not looking toward me, I didn't hide my disappointment, it showed prominently on my face and was heard in my voice as I spoke "I wish you safe travels and a safe return". The rest of breakfast was silent and he stood up to leave before me, I stood up right after, clearing away my dishes as he left. No goodbye. No acknowledgement. No nothing.

What am I to do in his absence? I know I spend large amounts of the day in solitude anyway but without him here I fear I will grow lonely. I clear the table completely for the first time, I normally only clear my dishes but my mind needed the distraction, I even carried them to the kitchen myself and washed them myself, the whole time Cecil whines down my ear but I ignore her. My mind played the events of last night over and over again as I cleaned. I moved from the dishes to the kitchen worktops and even scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees muddying my dress.

I moved from the kitchen and cleaned the ash out of every fireplace, twenty eight in total, I stripped my bed and hand washed my own sheets, hanging them to dry in the courtyard. I fluffed every cushion and dusted every service just trying to pass the hours, I even skipped lunch because I wanted to occupy my mind. When dinner rolled around, I was reminded that Alexander was not here to join me. What I am to do? Look down an empty table. His day time company was not great but it was still company non the less. I head toward the dinning room, inadequately dressed with the dirt and grime of today's clean still down  the front of my dress.

"I wish to eat dinner outside" I speak as I interrupt Cecil who was beginning to set the table for one. She huffs like a child and takes the silverware out the side door. I follow behind her and sit where she lays the dishes back out "like that?" she looks me up and down in disgust as I nodded and tuck into my dinner. After dinner I bathe and ready for bed, I head down to the kitchen collecting some bread and cheese I begin to wonder up the stairs to the library "and just what do you think you are doing?" Cecil's demanding voice stopped me on the stairs and I turn to face her with a sigh "whatever I please in my own home" my tone stern as if I were telling a child no "just you wait" her finger begins to shake in the air as she expresses her anger "just you wait until Alexander finds out about you prancing around in you nightwear, stealing food from MY kitchen" she laughs as if she had been waiting for me to do something wrong since the day I arrived.

I head back down the stairs and stop myself before her "that's Lord Alexander to you and as for me prancing around helping myself to MY food in MY kitchen, well he is already aware as he joins me everynight, we..." I pause for moment a smile forming on my face "prance together" I turn away gleaming making my way back up the stairs "you really are something else" her words were intended to hurt me but they did not "Alex thinks so too" I turn to smile as at her as I sink in behind the library door. Placing food down for my little friend, I did not collect a book to read, I lay on the chaise looking out at the stars in the sky.

His lips on mine,his tounge colliding with mine, his hands on my body. I dreamt the night away in graphic details of all the things we had done and all I wish of him to do. My own hands traced the outlines of where I wanted him, needed him as I slipped my fingers between my legs yet again. I stoked myself at first, enjoying every second but then I reached my opening and for the first time ever I slipped a finger inside,gasping at the new sensation. I move my finger in and out adjusting to the feeling as it became pleasurable and I began to ready a second finger, sliding it slowly in myself as I clasp the edge of the chaise. I felt myself stretch and it was beyond anything I had ever felt before. My fingers grew faster and faster and I became increasingly breathless, it felt so amazing. I imagine him on me, in me. Will it feel so electric? My legs began to shake and my body began to jolt uncontrollably but I did not stop, I could not stop, I needed that feeling of release again,again and again. The warm juices flow from me as I lay there still looking up at the stars wondering where he could be that is more important than here with me. A smile still plastered across my face at the thought of him, I belive myself to be growing awfully fond of this man. I only wish he were to grow fondly of me too. My eyes grew heavy and I fell fast asleep still laying on the cold leather chaise.