*Disclaimer: This story is about a girl in her twenties that lusts after her lover's father. It contains themes that border on incest, and uses the term "slave" and other racial language.*
The first bell is ringing meaning Nya has a few hours before it's time for her shift bell to ring. Today is the day Lord James brings his father to the manor. Everything needs to be tip top and shining like the sun. Lord James is a man to be admired. A tall man in his mid-twenties, dark rust orange hair with one hazel eye and one blue. Often rumored that his eyes are the only way to tell him and his father apart, besides age.
Nya squirms in her bed, soaking in all the extra time to be in a real bed. She was one of three servants to have their own room. She did sleep in the slave housing when she first arrived at the manor. One night the young Lord ordered that Nya and some others move into the manor to be ready for the Lord's call.
That was also the night Lord James first approached Nya.
Nya rubs her inner thighs thinking of that night. That night Lord James showed her another side to making love. Another side to pain, and another form of sexual freedom. Her feelings for her master were strange. Slaves didn't love their masters but she did. James wasn't cruel to her or any of the others . They still had to keep it a secret . A Lord in love with his slave girl? What would people say or do to her? They kept their love and dark fantasies to each other. At least one did.
The second bell has run, Nya snaps out of her thoughts of James spanking her. She slips into her maids' dress. Buttoning every button on her back side and fixing the large bow right above her large round bum.
Moments after Nya has finished cleaning the library, the servants' call echoed throughout the mansion. The young Lord and his father have arrived. Nya lines up with the others and bows her head, "good day our Young Lord, good day Lord Elder."
"My, my, you've done well for yourself son." Lord Elder Maxwell said very proud of his only son.
James shoos away the others, except Nya.
"Father, this is her; this is my Nya."
James' father stares at his son and then Nya, who is just as shocked as his father.
"James, you told him about us?
"I had to love, he's my father, and he understands...everything."
Before she can speak Jame's father says, " If your concern is about skin color, you have nothing to worry about from me. I admire your shade."
Chills run down Nya's spine like cold fingers, she feels nervous but couldn't help but smile looking down at the floor.
"Nya, please show father to his room, I'll take my tea in the study when you're done getting him settled."
"Yes sir, this way please, Lord Elder."
"Please Nya, Sir is fine. Lord Elder makes me feel like I'm heading for the grave."
"Oh, my apologies Lord el... Sir, if you would please follow me up these stairs."
As Nya walked up the first few steps, she could overhear her master and his father chuckling darkly behind her.
"I'm right behind you Nya, I could watch you walk up these stairs all night."
Nya stops and turns, "Beg pardon Sir?"
He laughs to himself, "You have lovely legs Nya. Very lovely." He gazes looking down and around her ass.
"Sir..umm your room is just a little further away. "
"Oh Nya, don't tell me you're nervous of old me? "
Nya turns around to speak but Maxwell interrupts and lifts her face to match his gaze.
"I love your eyes, Nya. Deep, almond brown to match your chocolate skin."
Her knees shake, she feels a warmth between her thighs, Nya knows this feeling all too well ...*arousal* but from her master's father? Shame flooded her mind.
"I like your eyes also, Sir, I see where your son got his good looks." Nya laughs nervously.
Maxwell stands closer to her, moving closer to her face.
"Such a sweet girl you are, Nya"
"ummm..I.."
"Is that one my room?" He points.
"Yes sir," Nya stumbles to the door, mentally begging to get away from him. She's so unclear about what's going on. Why is he speaking this way to her, or is it all in her mind?
Nya dashes left and right checking the room, "Well everything seems to be in order Sir, I will just be on my wa-"
Maxwell slams his hand on the door, blocking Nya's exit. "Shhhhhh...." he puts one large finger over her plump full lips.
"Nya, my son has told me many things on our way here. Many naughty things."
Nya's heart drops into her stomach, "Wha-?"
"No, no, I said Shhhhhh...I won't keep you long, I just have 3 questions about you and my son, little girl. Nod your head yes or no to answer. Understood?"
Nya nods yes.
"Good girl,
"1. Do you love it when my son spanks your ass, feeling his white hand on your ebony bum?"
Nya hesitates but nods yes, all the while her panties are getting wetter.
"2. Do you love it when my son ties you up as his toy? Taking control of your body?"
Nay whimpers some and nods yes.
Maxwell's voice deepens, "3. James told me you suck cock better than any girl he's ever fucked, and that you even go all the way for his balls, is this true? Do you love the taste of our family jewels?"
Nya hangs her head in shame, almost shaking now from her weak knees.
"Answer me," He says sternly.
Nya nods her head slowly up and down; Maxwell removes his finger from her damp lips.
"Say it, say it out loud."
"I-I love the taste of your family jewels, Sir"
"Good girl, now off with you to your duties"
"Thank you, Sir."
Nya throws herself out the large wooden door, flying down the stairs to the tea closet. Out of breath and wet, dripping wet, Nya tries to gather her thoughts of what just happened. She could still feel his large finger on her lips. Bright, blue eyes taking in her soul and fucking her body with his deep dark voice. She thought of how lush his black and grey hair looked, how soft it looked, how soft it would feel running down her lovely legs he spoke of. OH DEAR! What was she thinking? Sure, he started it but that's what men do, even if said man is her lovers' father?
The tea was fully brewed and ready for her master...and so was Nya. She knocks on the door.
"Enter."
"Your tea my Lord"
"Ah, there you are, I started to think father had kept you all to himself," James chuckles.
Nya sighs deeply, "Master, about your father. Ummm he...is he always so bold and commanding?
James looks concerned and amused? "How do you mean?"
"Well it's just, up there, when I was getting him settled, he asked me some pretty bold questions to ask your son's women."
James stands up from his chair and walks over to Nya, "Did he frighten you?"
"No Sir, it's just, well...he asked if I enjoy the taste of the family jewels."
James lifts both his eyebrows, " Wow." He walks behind Nya and puts his lips to her ear. "Well, do you, kitten? Do you like my balls in your mouth?
Nya giggles, "Yes my love."
"On your knees then, assume the position, I have something for you... You can come in now"
The door opens, Nya's eyes widen, it's Maxwell.
"Hello again, Nya, that's a very fitting position you have there". His dark gaze never leaving he takes his seat in James's black leather chair.
"Son, pour your old man a drink? I'm loving seeing her on her knees too much to have her do it."
James laughs, "I'll join you in said drink." James takes a seat opposite his father.
Nya, still in position, looks to her master for answers.
"Nya it's ok," James said. "Love, I want you to listen and obey my father as you do me...*when these doors are closed*"
Maxwell speaks up, "Nya, do you want to know why my son asked me to come for a visit?"
"Ye-" Nya's voice cracks and is interrupted again.
"No ,no Nya, as before, nod your head, you look so obedient that way."
Nya's insides quiver, a deep warmth begins to grow from her sex.
She nods her head "yes" as ordered, being very obedient to what seemed to be her new older master for the evening.
"A few months ago, James told me about your growing relationship. He told me how much he loves and admires you. My heart melted; I was so happy to hear my son had found love. "
Nya smiled so brightly, eyes tearing up with joy. Both father and son smiled back at her with a sort of aww expression.
