hannah_chapter1 | Yes Sir Part Two

Title: Yes Sir Part Two
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: AU. Victorian England. Matthew is the son of a lord, Dominic is a young and innocent servant: "The moment Matthew laid eyes on the boy, he knew he had to have him."
Feedback: Makes me do the dance of joy.
Disclaimer: Fake as fake could be.

"Dominic."

Dominic does not respond. A hand shakes him gently.

"Wake up, Dominic."

He opens his eyes, unsure of his surroundings. This is not his bed. These sheets are a good deal softer than he is accustomed to. Matthew smiles at the sleepy boy's confusion and pats his head.

"My family will return home soon and I must dress for dinner. Much as it pains me to say it, Dominic, you must leave."

Dominic slides out of the master's bed and searches for the clothes he was so quick to throw off earlier in the day. Matthew, clad only in trousers and an unbuttoned shirt, watches the boy dress and, when he is done, escorts him to the bedroom door. Placing a hand under Dominic's chin, he claims one last, fiery kiss.

"Goodbye, Dominic. I will see you soon."

"Goodbye, sir."

Dominic leaves the bedroom and creeps back down to the servants' quarters. His luck holds and he does not encounter a single soul along the way. Lying on his own bed, he touches the mark left by the master's teeth and shivers. One thing is certain: when he gave in to a sudden impulse and decided to go exploring, he never could have anticipated the events of this afternoon.

Days pass and Dominic goes about his duties, taking special care to hide the bruise on his neck from prying eyes. He waits for his master to come and claim him. But the master does not come and, when six days have come and gone, Dominic begins to think he never will. Dominic tries to be practical about the whole affair. He is not the first servant to be taken advantage of by a gentleman and he knows he will not be the last. Dominic, at least, is luckier than many others in his position: he was not violated and he will not have some awkward questions to answer in nine months' time. He is not even angry, not really. He just wants to be with the master again.

On the nineth day everything changes. Dominic is shining shoes when one of the serving girls comes to him with a message: all male servants must come to the main kitchen at once. Dominic abandons his task and hurries along to the kitchen. He blinks at the sight before him; the young master is standing in the kitchen and speaking to Mr. Jenkins, the head of household.

"As you know, I am recently returned to England and I do not yet have a servant of my own. I intend to correct that oversight directly."

"Very good, sir. I can recommend many fine -"

"I will choose my own servant, your assistance in this matter is not required."

Mr. Jenkins bows and holds his tongue. Matthew paces the length of the kitchen, eyes examining each servant in turn. He stops when he reaches Dominic.

"You, boy. What is your name?"

Dominic, suddenly shy and unsure of how to respond, remains silent. An open hand strikes his back and Mr. Jenkins' harsh voice breaks the silence.

"Answer the master!"

Matthew rounds on the older man. "Why did you do that?"

Mr. Jenkins quails under the master's cool blue gaze. "Sir, it is my duty to punish errant servants."

"Punishing a servant when he has done wrong is one thing. Hitting someone for no good reason is quite another. If that was intended to impress me, I can assure you it has had quite the opposite effect."

Matthew turns back to Dominic. "Now, what is your name?"

"Dominic, sir."

Matthew stares at him for a long moment and then nods.

"I will have this one."

Mr. Jenkins begins to protest. "Sir, I urge you to reconsider."

"What is this? You dare to question my judgement? You have a rare nerve, sir!"

Dominic can hear the other servants sniggering. Mr. Jenkins is a petty tyrant, despised by one and all and referred to as "Piss Brain" behind his back. To see him put in his place by a superior is a rare treat indeed. Mr. Jenkins is scarlet with embarrassment but still makes one last attempt to change the master's mind.

"But sir, he has never worked above stairs and he has had no training."

"That makes him ideal for my purpose. I want a servant who will do things the way I want them done, not how he thinks they should be done. Further discussion of the matter would be quite useless. I have made up my mind. I do not change it."

Matthew strides out of the kitchen without so much as a backward glance. Mr. Jenkins glares at the faces still watching him.

"Get back to work!"

The others leave the kitchen and Dominic goes with them. Those shoes will not shine themselves.

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Dominic stands outside Matthew's bedroom door, feeling uncomfortable and out of place in his suit. He raises a hand and knocks.

"Come in."

He enters the bedroom. Matthew is sitting with one leg hooked over the arm of a chair, a book open is his hands. His face lights up when he sees Dominic. Dropping his book on the floor, he crosses the room in three quick strides and takes the boy in his arms. Dominic melts into his master's embrace. Matthew graces Dominic with a soft kiss, then pulls back so that he can look in the boy's eyes.

"Forgive me, Dominic, it was not my intention to keep you waiting for so long. My father was preoccupied with other, more important matters and in no mood to discuss my domestic affairs. But you have never been far from my thoughts."

"It is quite alright, sir. But Mr. Jenkins - "

"Jenkins is an ass."

"Just as you say, sir. But he was right about one thing. I have never worked above stairs."

"That is of no consequence. You will learn as you go and I think you will find me a patient master."

Matthew raises an eyebrow as he looks at Dominic. "But where are my manners? I neglected to tell you how handsome you look in your suit."

"Thank you, sir."

Dominic's mother insisted on the suit. She also forced Dominic into a bath and scrubbed him until he was raw. When he objected to being treated like a child, she told him he was not yet too old to be put over her knee. He does not tell his master any of this.

Matthew's smile broadens and Dominic sees mischief in his eyes. "Of course, I do think think you would look better without them."

The master guides Dominic over to the chair and begins to remove the boy's clothing, folding each item carefully and placing it on the seat. When he is done he takes Dominic's hands and brings them to his shirt front.

"Take my clothes off, Dominic. I want to feel your hands on me."

Dominic obeys, undressing his master and placing his clothes on top of his own. When he is done Matthew takes him by the hand and leads him to the bed. They lie together on soft sheets, hands and tongues sliding over bare skin. Dominic, at Matthew's urging, grows bolder in his explorations. He seeks out Matthew's spots of pleasure, making careful note of the master's reaction to each touch. Eager to learn, he wants nothing more than to please his master.

Matthew indulges him until his need to be inside the boy overwhelms him. He pins Dominic to the bed and captures his lips in a kiss so fierce it leaves them both breathless. Matthew pulls Dominic until he is lying on his side, facing away from his master. Dominic feels Matthew's tongue gliding down the length of his spine and shivers with delight. He knows where this is going. Sure enough, he soon feels Matthew's hands spreading his cheeks and the master's tongue lapping at his hole.

Dominic moans and strokes himself as his master prepares him. He hisses when he feels Matthew's prick penetrating him. It hurts, yes, but not as much as the last time and the pain soon fades away, giving way to dark and intense pleasure. Matthew maintains a steady pace, fucking Dominic with quick, sharp thrusts. His hand roams freely over the boy's flesh, nails scratching at Dominic's nipples, fingertips skating gently over his prick. As Matthew feels his orgasm approaching his carefully maintained pace degenerates into something far more primal. He slams into Dominic again and again, stroking the boy's prick in time with his thrusts until the pleasure is too much and he cries out in ecstasy. Dominic feels Matthew's hot seed spilling inside him and soon finds his own release, spurting into his master's hand. Spent, they lie together as the sweat on their bodies cool and their breathing slows. Matthew slips out of Dominic and kisses the boy's ear.

"Mine, Dominic."

Dominic turns his head and looks into his master's eyes.

"Yours, sir."

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