The young master, Cedric Blackwood, was a dashing 24 year old and the only son of the House of Blackwood. Known for his righteousness and upstanding character, he was the number one bachelor in the kingdom. However, Cedric was far from happy about his upcoming marriage to Princess Isabella, the second daughter of His Majesty the King.
A loud crash echoed through his room as he shattered a flower vase in anger. "Who told Lara about the engagement?" he demanded furiously. His close aide, Lucious, accustomed to such outbursts, remained calm. Lucious was known for his thoroughness and discretion regarding his master's affairs.
"I believe it was the laundry maids, sir," Lucious replied.
"Foolish bunch, all of them. I had finally caught my prey, and because of them, it nearly slipped away."
"I'm sorry, young master Cedric. I'll be sure to teach them a lesson."
"Give Lara a gift or something to appease her. I can't have my prey straying away from the trap."
"Yes, sir," Lucious said, bowing his head before exiting the room.
Cedric touched his lips, recalling the taste of her and the little sounds she made. She appeared innocent, but he remembered her begging him not to stop, seducing him like a temptress. He had spent six months nurturing his prey and had finally gotten to savor her yesterday. He thought once would be enough, but after a taste, he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. Then the engagement to that idiotic princess had to be announced, frightening his little prey. He hadn't fully devoured her yet, and until then, she had no option but to stay close to him
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Young master Cedric, the madam wants to see you in her chambers."
"I'll be there shortly," he said, trying to adjust the bulge in his pants. He didn't want the maid seeing it and having thoughts. He was directed to his mother's chambers.
"Madam, I've brought the young master here," the maid said.
"You may leave," said the madam. The madam of the mansion was the second wife of the duke. After Cedric's mother had died, the duke had taken in another wife, much younger than he was. Lady Sophia was a strikingly beautiful woman, with long, flowing auburn hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes were a deep, captivating blue, and her skin was fair and flawless. She carried herself with an air of grace and elegance, always dressed in the finest gowns that accentuated her slender figure.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of gracing your chambers, my lady Sophia?" Cedric said teasingly. Sophia was the madams name.
She looked at him seductively, tracing his shoulder with her slender fingers. "Oh, you know why I called you, don't you?" she said mischievously, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Surely Lady Sophia would not need the help of her son to satisfy her desires," he replied, his voice deep and dripping with sex appeal.
"And if I need your help?" she asked.
"Then I would gladly do so," he said, kissing her hand and drawing her close to him.
She was wearing a see through night gown he could see the outline of her perfectly shaped breasts her tiny waist that she moved seductively to seduce him.
He knew her too well, Sophia had a high sex drive that could not be satiated by the Duke, so she turned to her stepson to help her desires and Cedric took pleasure in marking his spot on his fathers woman.
The room was soon filled with moans of pleasure and the squeaking of the bed. The maids standing outside where red from their faces to their neck. They were loyal maids of the madam so no news of this would get out but still, the intensity of these sounds were on another level.
The stepmother and stepson really got along well with one another.