What the hell? I thought tonight was our first night together so I was expecting…that. But Connor was so gentle and then he left. I wasn't quite sure whether I was happy or disappointed he didn't join me. I closed the door and leaned against it breathing hard. I was only alone for a moment when there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, he'd come back. I opened the door to find Hilda on the other side. "Ready for bed mistress?" She'd come to "turn me down" whatever that meant "Oh hey Hilda, sure come in" I said a little deflated. I wish it had been Connor. Wait why did I think that?
Hilda proceeded to do whatever it was she normally did. Shaking out the bed sheets, undressing me and putting me in a beautiful silk silver nightdress. She then sat me down at the table and started brushing my hair. I had to ask her about Connor. "Hilda?" I said timidly "Yes mistress?" I really didn't know what I was going to ask so a weird "Connor…" came out my mouth and I sort of trailed off. "The master is a very nice person mistress. I think he just needs to adjust to having someone to care for. He's always been kind even as a boy but he had to hide that side of himself from his father." Hilda picked up the conversation. "Have you known him very long then?" I asked "Yes, his father employed me when he was a youngen. I used to work at the other manor but the master wanted to bring me with him when he moved out two years ago" "Whats his father like?" Hilda faltered at the question. Where she had a smile on her face talking about Connor, it faded into a line when I mentioned his father. "He is a powerful man." She said seeming to think about her words "Hilda, you can tell me the truth, I'm not going to tell anyone. I mean it's not like I have any friends here or anything" "Just be careful of him mistress. He can do anything he wants and that the way he likes it" she looked at me with concern. I gulped in response.
After Hilda left for the night, I lay in bed thinking. I mean it had been a real long day. I was a partner to Connor Morgan. I didn't feel the need to cry this time. I just started thinking about what was supposed to happen on a ceremony night and what Connor would eventually fulfil. I started to flush, my whole body felt hot. I pushed the covers off me and my hand snaked down between my thighs. I imagined it was Connor's hand instead of mine. Why was I doing this? A small voice inside asked. Maybe it was because of the rumours. Maybe it was because we were together now. Or maybe it was something else but I didn't want to answer just yet. I threw caution to the wind. Building myself up until release I pulled a pillow over my face as I cried out Connor's name with the orgasm. I panted heavily and imagined Connor doing the same, telling me I was a good girl. I would have to address this at some point but not tonight. I rolled over and closed my eyes thinking of Connor as I drifted to sleep