Mistress Agnes Ch 15

Maria did feel a bit, well, not anxious, but rather slightly out of sorts. For Dick, everything would stay as it was, except he'd finally have what he never expected to have, a wife to share his life with. And a puppy. But for Maria everything would change, until they had their own home she would have to live with a different set of people, a decidedly weird accumulation of men mostly, of which she suspected Dick to be the most normal one. Well, and maybe Dennis, the master of the house, he seemed rather normal. Though for some reason Dick treated Dennis as a friend rather than as a figure of authority, and Dennis seemed to expect that from him. The way he had hugged Dick in church spoke clearly of the close bond the two men had. And the puppy.

Dennis had approached Maria one day, told her Dick had wanted a small dog of his own all his life, and asked whether she'd accept one in their little family. He promised to find a reliable pup and help Dick to raise it properly, so it wouldn't be a nuisance. What could Maria do but give her permission? She'd be living under his roof for weeks, maybe months, she could hardly tell a gentleman 'no'. But frankly she didn't really mind at all, she kind of liked dogs, and on an estate it would be outside most of the time.

And when she saw Dick's face as he beheld the tiny creature, she knew Dennis had given him his dearest wish indeed. Of course it wasn't as profound as getting married, but to see her love so happy was a treat, and to have such a man go through so much trouble to please a mere servant gave her hope their time at the manor would be really pleasant.

For their search for a new home wasn't working out at all. Whereas her own village was willing to take Maria's and her parents' word for it that Dick was not the witless violent giant gossip had made him, those stories had apparently spread to the other side of the river, and the couple had not been welcome there at all.

Maria had hoped to start afresh in a different neighbourhood, and have people see Dick as the gentle, contemplative man he had become, but no such luck. The first time they inquired after a cottage that was for sale they were still received reasonably friendly, but once the villagers had recognized Dick by his size and expression there had been some signs of alarm. By the time they'd left the village it was clear the gossip was actually worse over here, very much exaggerated and downright mean, and from that moment on their quest to find a home had become more and more hopeless. On their second viewing, people had merely eyed them with distrust, but after that her inquiries were turned down, or even blatantly ignored, though Maria knew the house was still for sale.

Dick had been very upset by the open hostility of some of the villagers, and though Maria felt very much in love taking his hand to comfort him, she was sorely disappointed to have her hopes for a new start crushed this rudely, and to see her beloved hurt through the cruelty of other people. She didn't even want to live in one of those villages anymore, how could they be so mean to someone they didn't even know?

Maybe Guy would know a solution, Dick said Guy knew everything. Maria was a bit afraid of Guy and Patrick, they looked so sophisticated, though she knew they were servants they were also obviously city people, and whereas Patrick seemed to be really sweet, Guy always looked a little sarcastic. But Dick said Guy had taught him to read with incredible patience, had in fact taught him everything when Dick first came to live at the manor, together with Patrick of course. They seemed inseparable, though rumour had them sharing the mistress' bed before Dennis came to the scene. The men could have been brothers but Maria suspected they weren't or Dick would have told her. They were probably just good friends, city people seeking each other's company in a country house surrounded by farmers.

And then there were Charles and Cook, who seemed total opposites in character but both devoted their lives to their profession. According to Dick they were nice enough.

'I hope my puppy is all right,' Dick worried, good thing Patrick had offered to take the little thing in the first night, for Maria was not prepared to share her wedding night with a dog, no matter how cute.

'I'm sure she is, Dick, Patrick strikes me as someone who loves to care for others, he has always been very nice to you, hasn't he?'

'Yes, he has. And to Dennis, when Dennis needed him. You're right, she will be fine.'

'Have you decided on a name, yet?'

'I thought we'd call her Pixie. It's a heathen name, but my parents aren't here to disapprove. What do you think?'

'Pixie is perfect, Dick, I love it. My father has given me a week off as a honeymoon, so we'll have plenty of time to get her settled. Who will do your work this week?'

'They all decided to do a share rather than have some stranger over. Even Dennis.'

Very strange indeed. But undoubtedly much would become clear once Maria was settled here. Now, they had other things to do.

Their new quarters were in the servants' part of the house, of course, which was nonetheless very well-built and very comfortable. Because most of the huge house was vacant there was plenty of space for everyone, and Mrs Beauchamp had had three rooms decorated especially for the new couple. Of course there was a bedroom, large and very stylish, Maria suspected the furniture had been made to order to the latest fashion, for she hadn't seen anything like it before, not even in the main house. It was all made of oak, slender and elegant instead of the sturdy pine most people used in this area, where trees were relatively rare.

The bed was huge and looked very comfortable, and there was lovely blue and lavender fabric everywhere, pillows, spreads, curtains, everything matched.

'Why didn't they just get some old furniture from the attic, Dick?' Maria asked in total confusion at this splendour, 'you're just a servant, and we're moving out in a few months anyway.'

Did she say something wrong? Dick seemed rather upset about something she said.

'We never go to the attic, Maria. I'm sure there is no old furniture there,' he said solemnly.

To add, 'And I'm sure we can take this with us when we've found ourselves a cottage, for the mistress said so herself.'

So it was her mention of the attic that caused him to start, was this the first sign of things in this house not being what they seemed?

The other rooms were of course a sitting-room, with still more beautiful furniture, the likes of which even her parents didn't have, and exactly to Maria's taste. Lazy chairs, a sofa, several small coffee tables and a beautiful buffet, it was all so rich!

And a dining-room! Why would they have a dining-room? They didn't even have a kitchen! The staff had all their meals in a common-room made for that purpose. The room was beautiful, though, and it would be very useful if she ever wanted to do some work at home, it had such a large table. There were six, no, eight elegant chairs around it, and a cupboard contained a magnificent set of China, real porcelain, for them!

'Why, Dick? Why did you get a dining-room from your mistress? You do the hard labour out here, why would you have a dining-room?'

'That is what I asked the mistress, Maria, when she proposed we'd have one, and she said a married man had to entertain his family sometimes. She said Cook and John could entertain at home, but this was to be my home so I should be able to have guests. We can get dinner from the kitchen as usual, if we mention to Cook we have guests he will make extra, and then we can eat it here with your mum and dad, or whomever we like. She did say we had to do our own washing up afterwards, she smiled as she said it so I guess it was a kind of joke, but I suppose we'd do that anyway, since it's my job.'

It was so cute how Dick suspected he was having his leg pulled by his mistress, but wasn't altogether sure.

'Why do you call Mrs Beauchamp 'the mistress', Dick, and call your master by his first name? Isn't that disrespectful? Shouldn't you call him 'sir', or 'master' or Mr Beauchamp?'

Another great secret? Dick's reaction was the same as when she mentioned the relatively innocent word 'attic'. He was having real difficulty framing a reply, of course that was not unusual for him, she could wait a little.

'Patrick said he once accidentally called Dennis master, or was it sir? I don't remember which. And then Dennis talked the most horrible brogue to him. Dennis is from London, you see, and apparently they use hideous language there, with horrible curses. So I'd never dare do that, I don't want to hear horrible curses. And Mr Beauchamp was the former master, the mistress' husband who died years ago. I never knew him, Dennis never knew him of course, and it's certainly not his name. I don't even know his last name. But most of all, I knew him when he was still a servant, like me, and he was having a very bad time, first he was weak from hunger, and then he was depressed from his past, and we became friends. It would be weird to call one's friend 'master', don't you think?'

Well, that was easy enough, if Dick knew Dennis before he became the master of the house, of course it would be weird to start treating him with deference. But horrible curses? That young gentleman? There had to be an interesting story behind that, and Maria couldn't wait to find out what it was.

'That would indeed be strange, my love. Thank you for showing me around, dearest, I'm thrilled to have so much space to ourselves, and it will be great to have my parents and my sisters over, or John and Beatrice or my other friends from the village. Even if we have to wash up afterwards, we'd have to do that in our own home as well, and the scullery is magnificent here. My mother doesn't have running water to do the dishes. Shall we turn in now? I can't wait to lie beside you a whole night, and touch you whenever I want, and make love every morning and every evening.'

And Dick picked her up as easily as if she were his new puppy, and carried her to the bed.

But he didn't throw her on the bed and jump her, as she more or less expected, but rather put her back on her legs very carefully right next to the bed.

'I don't want to wrinkle your beautiful dress, my love, will you let me take it off? We're married now, I want to touch every inch of your body and relish that it's no longer a sin to do so. You know I always was a bit worried to defy the minister. And I suppose we should be careful with the suit, the mistress had it made especially for me, can't risk spoiling it.'

Maria was speechless with love and admiration for her large husband, to show such self-control at a time like this. And he was so cute, like a little boy hiding in the body of a giant.

'Of course, my love, I can't wait to take the time to undress you instead of making haste. Start with the veil, it's pinned to my hair and to the dress. Is there enough light to see it?'

Despite his large hands, Dick could be very precise, Cook didn't allow him to cut fillets out of kindness; Dick was good at tasks that required patience and he had eyes like a hawk.

Within seconds the veil was released, and Dick hung it over a chair carefully, then he started on the buttons of her dress.

'Would you mind taking my hair down first, my love?' Maria asked, 'the dress will get stuck on my hair if it's still up, I'm afraid.'

Somehow, that simple request made a huge impression on Dick.

'Don't worry, Dick, my love, it's not that difficult to do.'

But that was not the reason he was somewhat awed.

'I've never seen you with your hair down, Maria, I just realized. It's such a special moment, I want to remember it forever.'

And he almost solemnly took all the pins and flowers out of her hair, a whole little pile of them, and when her hair fell down almost to her waist, he sighed deeply.

'May I touch it before I start on the dress, Maria?'

The things he had to have been through to ask such a thing of his lawfully wedded wife! But it did prove Maria was right to marry Dick, he always treated her with respect, such a difference with most men she knew.

'Of course you may, my love, but thank you for asking. I love how much you respect me, Dick, it makes me feel very safe and very wanted.'

With a sweet smile he stroked her hair, then ran his fingers through it, obviously relishing the feel of her thick, straight tresses.

They kissed, and he asked, 'May I brush it sometimes? It feels so good.'

'You may, dearest Dick, but now I want to undress you and stroke your lovely smooth cheeks, and your broad chest, and then I want to make love to you as if it's our very first time.'

He got the joke immediately, and laughed merrily.

Then she took his coat and hung it neatly on a peg, and started on his trousers, already filled up tightly with his solid erection. She kneeled before him and unbuttoned them, then gently pulled them down, taking his underwear with it, his cock jumping out of the constraint of the garments instantly. She took it in one hand and licked its head, then let it disappear in her mouth.

Dick gasped.

Of course she did not continue, not yet, there was still his shirt to remove, and her beautiful dress, and they proceeded slowly but surely doing just that. Soon the dress and his best trousers were put away, and they were standing opposite each other totally naked.

Dick's face might be plain, though Maria was starting to appreciate it for its honesty and the love it always showed her, but his body certainly wasn't. It was not merely tall, but broad as well, and physical labour had given him superb musculature. He had lifted her as if she weighed nothing, small wonder people who didn't know him feared him, he probably really could break them in two.

But he never would, not unless someone got him in a rage, but he had so much confidence by now that wouldn't be easy.

Maria stroked his cheek, he had to bend down towards her for her to comfortably reach it, though she was tall for a woman. They kissed passionately, their hands exploring the naked skin of the other, they had fucked often, but rarely dared to remove all their clothes for fear of being caught, and Dick obviously still relished seeing her hair down. Her own lust was up, and she rubbed herself against his strong leg, causing her a flash of heat, but Dick was still very intent on her naked shape.

'You are so incredibly beautiful, Maria, every bit of you is rounded, I wish I was an artist like Charles, then I'd paint you or make a statue that looked like you. Though you feel much nicer than a statue, and you always say such nice things.'

'You deserve every nice thing I've ever said to you, dear Dick. I have come to love you so much, and you may touch any part of me, any time. Let's hit the bed, I want to feel you inside me, I want to ride you, but slowly, so it will last forever.'

Why did that disappoint him?

'Please talk to me, love, we're married, remember? One forever? How can we be one if I don't know what you think?'

'I so wanted to lick your pussy first. I was hoping you'd want me to lick you first.'

That was so sad! But he would learn eventually.

'Dick, my love, I'm not the mistress! I am your wife, I don't give you orders, we decide together. I felt like being filled up with your gorgeous cock, but if you want to lick me first that's fine, that is very good, too. I want you to be happy, Dick, that's what being married is all about. Remember when we first made love, at the outcrop? When you knew what to do, and I didn't? Do you want to take the lead tonight?'

Disappointment was instantly replaced by understanding, and a touching reply.

'Will you remind me of that sometimes, Maria? I'm used to obeying orders, I may forget I get to decide, too. I'd love to lead you tonight, and don't worry, I'll give you the ride of your life, like I did the mistress, only a bit more comfortable in our lovely new bed.'

And before she could answer, he was between her legs, draping them over his broad shoulders, opening her pussy to explore it with his tongue. He looked so happy, he really loved this, and Maria loved it, too. He took her to two towering climaxes before he managed to let go of her pussy, and then he rolled over on his back and lifted her on top of him, right on his upright cock.

Her pussy was so awake and eager for him it seemed to reach out for his erection, and she was so wet he slid right in, she could feel his erection against those sensitive spots inside her, until she was totally filled up and sitting on his hard stomach. And then the promised ride started, he moved underneath her, as if she was riding on the strong back of a horse, but filled up, his dick stimulating her inside, her tingling clitoris rubbing his hard muscle every time she landed on his stomach.

Starting slowly she nonetheless cried out in bliss each time she landed, and it was clear he enjoyed her reaction as much as his own sensation.

And then he put some effort in it, and she felt how strong he really was, speeding up, throwing her so high she nearly lost her hold on his dick each time, each landing better than the one before it. She barely managed to keep her seat, such fervour as he displayed, such power from a mere man, Maria was amazed, but also totally overcome with lust, she cried out, she just couldn't help it, it was so good, each of his thrusts nearly sent her flying, and then she'd land right on that delicious cock, feeling it slide all the way in until its touch inside her caused her to see flashes before her eyes.

Before long she felt a high approaching, it was as if they were chasing it together, gaining on it slowly but surely, up and down again, oh, so good, so good, his movement was so strong she could not contribute, it just took over and dragged her along, up in the air, and down onto bliss. A climax crashed over her and still he didn't stop, she managed to stay on top of him and he thrust until she thought he must be hurting with the effort.

Suddenly he shuddered intensely, but he thrust a few more times until she had climaxed again, and then he lay back on the bed laughing and heaving. His happiness was infectuous, she couldn't help but join him, then lay down on his heaving chest. No woman had a man like that, she was utterly sure. Not even Mrs Beauchamp, she must have fallen in love with Dennis rather profoundly to have managed to stop having sex with Dick, for no man could beat that. Though Mrs Beauchamp was rather slight, maybe what Dick had to offer was a bit much for her.

'That was fun, Maria. Though my tummy hurts a bit, I got carried away by my urges, they made me go faster and faster.'

'It was the best ride anyone ever had, Dick. You're the absolute best, I'm going to be very possessive over you.'

And she had gained some kind of comparison by now, for since her engagement Maria's sisters were taking her a bit more seriously. They had become positively curious whether Dick and herself had been at the outcrop already, and they were rather forthcoming on the subject of loving themselves, maybe a tiny bit too much so. For Maria heard some things about having sex she didn't recognize from being with Dick. Apparently, their husbands tended to merely climb on top of them in the evening or morning, and fuck them. Nothing else. Small wonder they considered having sex a necessary evil, and a way to gain a measure of control over their husbands' behaviour. Come home intoxicated? No sex for a week.

Maria hoped their love-life would not deteriorate towards this, but from her sisters' accounts it had never been different in their case. Also, their men tended to fall asleep right after having sex, something Dick never ever did.

Snuggled together in their beautiful and comfortable new bed, Maria decided to ask Dick.