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chair by a small table in front of the fire. Alex sat in the chair and settled her on his lap. She was swaddled in the blanket with her arms at her sides. “The fire will dry your hair so you do not catch a chill,” he said.
    Penelope felt an unwanted rush of emotion. Against all rational reason, she felt safe in his arms.
    There was a soft knock on the door, and Smither entered with a heavily laden tray, which he placed on the table by Alex.
    “Well done, Smitty,” beamed Alex. “You didn’t have to bring it up yourself. One of the maids would have been fine.”
    Smither cleared his throat and sent his lordship a meaningful look. “As I mentioned, they are presently tied up. It was no trouble at all, my lord. If that will be all?”
    “Yes, Smitty. Go and enjoy what is left of your evening.”
    After the butler departed, Alex uncovered the various dishes. Penelope could not prevent her stomach from grumbling as she took in all the glorious sights and smells.
    “Just some simple fare,” Alex explained. “We do not want to harm your tummy with too much rich food too soon.” Penelope could not believe he was referring to this feast as simple fare. There was some kind of savory stew, with crusty bread, a crock of actual butter and peas in a mint cream sauce. Penelope’s mouth watered in anticipation. She began to wriggle in her blanket trying to free her arms.
    “Settle down, little one. I will be feeding you.”
    Penelope was not sure how she felt about him feeding her like a child, but she worried that if she argued he may take the food away. Plus, if she were honest with herself, she felt warm and cozy nestled in the blanket on his lap.
    He raised a spoon to her mouth. “Open your mouth, Kitten.”
    She reluctantly obeyed, the lure of a hot meal too strong to resist. Penelope groaned at the salty, rich flavor of the beef stew. This was heaven.
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    The Maids
     
    After seeing to his lordship, Charles Smither returned to his suite of rooms. They were far more opulent then any self-respecting butler would allow, but given his long-standing friendship with his lordship not unexpected. He enjoyed a parlor with a small fireplace, a bedchamber with a generous size bed and even his own private bathing chamber. By far, the bathing chamber was the most extravagant luxury, but when his lordship added the hot and cold water pipes to the house he’d insisted.
    Charles shed his coat and waistcoat while kicking off his shoes. He poured himself a small sherry, a gift from his lordship last Boxing Day. He was watching the flames from the fire while enjoying his drink when he heard a muffled sound from his bedchamber.
    Strolling to the doorway, he took in the sight of his two housemaids, Rose and Daisy, naked and bound together on his bed.
    “Don’t worry my beauties,” he chuckled as he put down his glass and began to unbutton his cuffs. “Sir did not forget about you.”
    Rose’s arms were raised and bound to the headboard. The bindings stretched from her wrists to behind her back to circle in front around each full breast, causing her erect nipples to appear engorged and strained. The bindings continued down her flat stomach to part on either side of her cunny, pulling her inner thighs apart before securing somewhere underneath the bed frame. A long piece of red silk nestled between her teeth, gagging her.
    Daisy knelt between Rose’s thighs, her mouth forced against Rose’s cunny. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back.
    “Well, my dear Rose. Is our Daisy doing a good job?”
    Rose’s eyes rolled back as she attempted to clench her thighs around Daisy’s head. Charles pinched an already painfully engorged nipple, sending Rose over the edge. She screamed her release.
    Daisy raised her head. Her lips glistened with Rose’s cream as she smiled. “Hello, Sir.”
    “Hello, my sweet Daisy.” Charles smiled in return. “Let’s see if you have been having almost as much fun as Rose.”