Lady Daire walked into her personal room and threw back the curtains that covered the length of windows. She had hoped for a circular room, she settled for an octagonal room with a circular bed. The night-light spilled into her room, dusking it in the clear blue evening light. The room was the softest in the entire house. Velvet and carpet broke up the wooden floors. Even the posts on the bed were padded. Lady Daire had other rooms for leather, racks, and chains. This room was about sensuality.
"My lady, do you wish company tonight?" the quiet voice belonged to her head of household affairs. A capable companion and servant, the man enjoyed his place in her life, seeking only to make sure she was given what she wanted and knowing what she wanted even when she had yet to request it.
"No Boyd, not tonight." He stood by watching from the bedside as Lady Daire sunk into her lounge. Quietly he crept up, and removed her boots, massaging her feet.
"When did I get so old, that I became a mark of all that was good Boyd?"
"My lady, you are as young as you ever were. The men in Sir Glen's Order draw straws to be your companion. There is no higher compliment than that." He kissed her foot.
"Not tonight Boyd. Tonight I am as old as death herself."
"Allow me Lady Daire to let you forget how old you are and show you how young you truly are." He pleaded quietly seeing how distressed his Lady was.
Lady Daire reached over and looped a finger into a ring on Boyd's thick leather collar dragging him against the rug on his knees and against the velvet of the lounge and drew him up against her staring into his eyes. Her tightly corseted breasts pressed against his chest. He trembled expectantly feeling her breathe. "I am all that I can be here. I am true here in my own room, and yet you still think of me as a Companion, how is that Boyd?" Being in the limited light of the room, Boyd shaved head caught the moon's reflection, his naked form pressed against her willingly.
He swallowed hard and then drew a smile across his face. "You are still a woman my lady, first and foremost. Here, you just take the opportunity to loosen those beautiful locks of hair." He looked expectantly to her braided hair hoping that he might undo each wound braid, allowing each soft silken lock to tumble against his hand.
Lady Daire smiled seeing his desire in his face. "You may stay with me tonight Boyd." She released the ring she had ensnared in a finger, falling back to the lounge.
"Thank you my lady." Boyd almost reached for her hair when he noticed how damp her handkerchief was. "Do you wish for anything else? A glass of wine perhaps? A paddle? A female companion?" he asked softly taking the sodden cloth from her hands and folding it to be placed in the laundry the following morning.
"No, tonight Boyd, I just need you." A listless hand rose up, the fingers tracing the side of his head and then a solitary finger found its way to the base of his spine.
"As your lady wishes."
Not all was nearly as serene across the acres of land that separated Lady Daire and Sir Colin. In fact, Sir Colin was taking a tongue lashing at the same moment that Lady Daire and Boyd began to share unmatched pleasures. His parlor contained his closest confidants, the shadowed figure and Lady Marie. He hadn't lit any of the sconces along the walls, though the sun had long since set. The fewer people that were given information about this meeting, the better. The deep shadows surrounded the fireplace where Lady Marie stood facing Sir Colin, her arms folded.
