Walter woke to soft daylight. He looked beside him to find a naked Lady Steinhouse resting on his chest and sighed. Why did she sleep here?
He wondered. He wanted to wake her to leave but loved the sight of her peaceful face. He hesitated, before shaking her awake. He knew that no matter how much he loved this picture, it was a deadly one.
"Helen," he called slowly and she slowly woke. She looked up at him with groggy eyes.
"Walter?" she asked in confusion.
"You need to leave. Do you want people seeing you come out of my room?" he asked and she sat up on her knees before him; her eyes still tired and lazy, her mind still half in sleep and her breasts bouncing like two glorious globes on her chest. Walter's eyes shrunk as he felt himself harden.
Lady Steinhouse's eyes cleared as her gaze focused on Walter who could not look away from her chest. She noticed his stare and turned red.
"Why are you staring?" she said indignantly but did not make an attempt to cover herself.
"You need to leave," Walter tried to think straight.
"This is my home, I don't care," she said and Walter frowned.
"But I do. Dress up or else..." Walter warned. This woman was getting on his nerves.
"Or else what?" she smirked. To her, there was nothing Walter could do to make her leave.
"I'll fuck you right here. I'll make sure you scream things that'll make you hide for years. This entire house, including the two lords next door, will hear you," he said pinching her left nipple. Though the pressure caused her to let out a moan, his words brought her back to reality; they were not alone. She could not do as she liked. The lady in her started to worry about her face; if she walked out and someone saw her, she would lose face. She dressed in haste. The sun was out, and she knew her entire staff was awake. It finally dawned on her that she had worn little yesterday, as she was dressing to impress.
Her chambers were on the other side of the house. Looking down at her dress after she had finished dressing, she winced. This was going to be a walk of shame. Walter could tell what she was thinking and got up with a sigh. He took his coat from the chair and covered her. She pulled closer the coat and opened the door slowly and walked out.
As if she was not embarrassed enough by her state, she closed the door and looked up to meet Lord of Merve, whose eyebrows could not rise any higher for fear of getting lost in his hair. She turned a deep shade of red and hurried off. Along the way, she received stares from some maids and servants, even some guards passing by. Sure the lady had on a coat that went to her knees to cover her form, but it was a man's coat and they still saw her legs from the see-through material of her dress. Looking at her running towards her chambers in the morning, left one's imagination to fill in the blanks.
Lady Steinhouse reached her chambers, red as a tomato. Her maid saw her arrive and stood up abruptly. Looking at her lady's red face and attire, she could already tell what happened.
"My lady, you..." she started to say when Lady Steinhouse glared at her.
"Water to bath," Lady Steinhouse instructed.
"It's already prepared. Should I help you out of your dress?" her maid started to approach.
"Lizzy, leave! I will handle it myself," Lady Steinhouse ordered.
"But..." the maid, Lizzy, tried to protest.
"I said, leave!" Lady Steinhouse ordered in anger. Lizzy curtsied before leaving in haste.
Left alone in her room, Lady Steinhouse collapsed on her bed. She wanted to scream. She could not believe she would be as embarrassed as this morning. Everyone in the household now knew she had slept in Walter's room.
He was the only one they did not know, so he was the obvious option as to the person she spent the night with. Lord of Merve had seen her come out of Walter's room. These caused her frustration, yet she found herself more worried about why Walter had not taken her virginity. Did he not like her? She wondered. If they did it, they would be married easily.
She took off his coat and her dress and entered the wooded tub filled with warm water. Laying inside, she remembered how his hands had moved on her body. Soon, she was touching all those places, closing her eyes as she relived the pleasure.