Underestimated - M4A

The orchestra echoes off the great walls, resounding throughout the party. You gaze out over the sea of royals, lordly folk, and servers handing out perhaps one too many drinks. As if taking note from the thought, a tussle breaks out nearby, the Baron of Endhall brought to unearned bravery by his wine. You chuckle to yourself at the unseemly behavior of someone who pretends to greatness. Though even with such “entertaining” displays you find yourself yawning and wishing the night would be over. That is until another movement catches your eye.

Oh… this could be interesting.

You quickly rise from your seat at the grand table and quietly slip off towards the kitchen, brushing past one drunk royal after another. No amount of alcoholic revelry could keep you from seeing what this night was about to bring you. You pass through the swinging double doors and into the quieter back of house. A few chefs remain, cleaning and organizing in preparation for the continued ceremonies of tomorrow. You barely see coattails breeze through the end of the hallway and rush to follow them.

You feel silly, chasing someone through the halls instead of being out with your fellow lords and ladies, but that silliness gives rise to pure joy rather than embarrassment. You try to stop yourself from giggling at the ridiculousness of it all, before a hand catches your own and quickly pulls you into a nearby office. The door quickly closes and you’re swept up into a tender embrace, your ruffled finery pressed tight between your bodies.

Xander. He smiles and leans in to kiss you, his lips locking with yours excitedly, a smile embracing your own. His hands grip your back, holding you to him. You shiver under his touch and laugh into his kiss.

“I’ve missed you. You’ve been so busy with all the high and mighty that you’ve left me all alone back here.” You bite his lip and jokingly chide him for his selfishness. After all, it’s not like you can skip an important event like tonight to be alone with Lady Ulrich’s driver.

“Important event. Bah! A joke, surely. You’re at one of these parties every other week. Hell, you probably know everyone out there and their butlers and maids by name at this point.” He kisses your neck tenderly. “I could see how bored you were getting. What’s a little time away to actually enjoy yourself?” You pat him on his ass playfully, goading him on to keep kissing and nibbling at your skin. He moans softly into your shoulder as he breathes you in, savoring the smell of you. He presses into you tighter, pushing you back until you reach the desk behind you, brushing aside papers and an inkwell to make room for you to sit.

You do so eagerly, spreading your legs to make room for him to get even closer, feeling the bulge in his trousers pressed tightly against you. He’s surely not expecting to get anywhere with that this evening, is he? It’s too risky.

“What? Why nooooot…?” He mumbles against your earlobe, tongue dancing past his lips to tease at you. “It’s not like anyone is going to come looking for you. And Lady Ulrich will be one of the last to leave, the wine fiend that she is…” His hands move to your clothing, searching for buttons to undo.

You groan with a mix of desire and disapproval, pushing him away and hopping down off the desk. Not here.

“What, not like at Lord Haverwell’s? Or at the Porkinees? I’m at your beck and call whenever you’re in the need, but the one time I come to you you brush me off like some letch. Heh… I’m not your whore, your highness. Much as you’d like to think so…” The two of you laugh together at his impudence. So what if you’ve asked of him more than you’ve offered? He’s a driver. It’s his place to serve is it not?

“Is that so…? Well… perhaps you’d reconsider if I were a bit more persuasive? After all, you are the one who’s in the business of being ordered around whenever we’re having our fun. I don’t seem so lowly in your eyes when you’ve got my cock in your mouth, hmm?” You feel his hand grip the back of your neck and a delightful shiver runs down your spine. Oh no.

“Oh yes… come here. Bend over.” He guides you back to the desk, pushing your head down against it so that your ass sticks up. “Stay. Good…” A sharp crack fills the room as his hand meets your rear. You moan with glee at the incredible sting. Perhaps being rude to him brings out something even more fun than when you’re tender. Another crack and your hands instinctively move to grip the desk, toes curling, legs tense.

“Your highness, oh… how lowly do you truly think I am, if you’ll bend over so easily for me, and take this punishment? You must respect my authority to some degree if you’ll allow me this delightful play.” Another sharp sting on each cheek. You groan softly, one hand leaving the edge of the desk to slip down between your thighs.

“Mmm oh you’re enjoying this aren’t you? Really getting into the spirit now…” He pulls you back up and against himself, his lips quickly finding your neck, his hands moving over your chest and stomach. Suddenly you hear a series of pops as he tugs hard, buttons and threads screaming as he tears open your clothes. You gasp and try to turn but he grabs your elbows, pulling them together behind your back, and pushes you down once more into the desk.

“Ah ah ah… easy, your highness. Don’t make me ruin the rest of your finery… I’ll call your driver for some new clothes after you’ve had this wardrobe malfunction. No need to fret.” You bite your lip to keep yourself from cursing him, and ease into his grip, allowing him to continue with his play. He pulls the now frayed cloth from your shoulders and down your back, forcing you to shimmy as he tugs at your hips as well. Now standing bare before him, you feel even more powerless, and even more eager. He holds your wrists with one hand and reaches the other down between your legs to feel just how eager you are.

“Ahhhh… that’s lovely that is… I knew you’d see things my way as soon as we got started.” You whimper softly as he pulls his hand away. “Oh don’t worry… I’m just getting myself prepared that’s all…” You hear him fumble with his trousers before pulling them open and letting them fall slightly off his hips. “Here, spit.” He holds his fingers before your mouth, and rather than completely give him what he wants you decide to do things your own way. He groans as you take his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking at each one, drooling slightly to make sure they get nice and slick.

“My my… you are so naughty aren’t you?” He pulls his hand away now that you’ve thoroughly wetted it, and you hear him begin to stroke his cock, pressing the head between your thighs to tease you with it. You squeeze your legs together to help him, holding his cock tight against you as he strokes along his length. He moans softly, his other hand gripping your wrists tight. You moan softly to tease him, but also out of need, wishing him go faster. As if he can feel your desire building with his own, he quickly shifts his hips, lining up his cock with your ass.

“Here you go, your highness… I know you need this… almost as much as I do…” You groan together as he slides into you, slowly, so very slowly. Your legs spread slightly with each inch to help accommodate him, your back arching more and more as he pulls your arms back to help guide himself in. “That’s it… there you go…” He coos softly until his hips meet your ass. “Fuck… the way you squeeze me so tight. You’d think you’d been eager for this all along… Mmm pretending at not wanting to have a go tonight. Oh but now… now you’re all mine.” You moan into the desk as he slides back out of you until only the head of his cock is pressed between your ass, then grinds his cock back into you, again and again and again. He finds a pace, slowly thrusting his hips into you, hands moving to your elbows, using your arms as leverage to pull himself deep inside you with each achingly slow thrust. You push back into him, trying to goad him into going faster. You know he can’t help himself. Much as he might try to play at being in control, you know he’s a beast at best. And yet, he continues at his pace, slow, steady movements, his cock sawing in and out of you so willfully slowly.

“What’s wrong? Are you… needy? Hmm? Is this not enough? Oh where’s that pompous attitude now? Hmm? When I’ve got you right where I want you? When I’m stuffed inside you? When you’re aching for me to give you more? Hmm? Come on… tell me. Ask of me. Beg… me… You want more. You want me to fuck your ass nice and hard. Really… really… use you. Then say it. I won’t give you what you want unless you tell me. Order me. Hmm? Isn’t that what you do to a lowly driver? Order him around. Well guess what… not here. Here… you beg. Here, you’re mine.” You groan loudly, uncaring of who might be passing outside the door and quickly resort to begging. You need him. You need his cock. You need him to use you. That’s all that matters right now. You’re sorry for teasing him. You’re sorry for even considering turning him away when clearly this is what you really wanted…

“See how easy that was?” Suddenly he’s slamming into you, hands moving from your arms to your hips. His fingers dig into your flesh, gripping you so tightly as he uses you, fucks you, claims you. Your moans echo off the walls, his grunts matching your heavy breaths with every thrust. More. MORE. It’s like he knows what each moan means, moving faster, pressing into you harder with every move of his hips. He knows how to get what he wants out of you, how to make you need him more. How to crave his cock. How to crave his power. You needed this.

“Oh… here it comes your highness… here you go…. Ahh here you go…” You feel his cock throb dangerously inside you before he bursts. Warmth spills into you with each new thrust, and soon spills down your thighs. You beg him to keep going as you near completion as well, hands reaching back aimlessly trying to hold onto him, force him to keep thrusting. He does so gladly, shivering through his orgasm, his cock aching inside you as you ride through his climax and into your own. You nearly bite your tongue between trying to moan out your pleasure and bite your lip to keep control. It’s too late for control. Your hands find purchase on his hips as he slows, guiding him inside you again and again until he comes to a rest, pressing himself tight as he can against you, burying his cock inside you.

Heavy breaths fill the room as you both slowly come down from this perfect high, his hands moving over your ass and your back, gently, tenderly, comforting you.

“Mmm… you see, your highness? I can be quite persuasive when I need be.” You chuckle, barely able to give any response as you lay in your pleasure, thighs and the desk slick from both his and your cum. Definitely going to need a replacement outfit now. Between the torn buttons and the mess you’ve made it’s already hardly possible you could get through this night with your reputation intact.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m not so cruel as to try and ruin your highness’ standing. After all, it’s your ability to come to these parties that lets us meet like this. And I wouldn’t give up that for the world… And I assume neither… would you.” You gasp as he gently slaps your ass. As you reach back weakly to slap his hand away you think, perhaps, you ought to tease him more often.