IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT

Contains sexual imagery. Please read at your own risk. You have been warned. Anyway...

The emptiness of the mansion had rendered William apprehensive. It was past midnight, and William knew it's high time his mistress, Caitlyn, should have been home. 

He had been sitting impatiently in the parlour, stalwartly attired in his butler suit, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his outgoing mistress. Although the longing seemed never-ending, William understood perfectly that Caitlyn was never one to leave early in a party. She would even drink a lot.

William had often encountered Caitlyn inebriated, sauntering toward home recklessly as she was unable to regain her balance and struggling to go to her own bedroom without William's guidance. 

But this time, it was too long a time to wait, so long that William was left thinking Caitlyn may have gone out for more than a sip of aperitif.

It was only appropriate for William to be concerned about his mistress' whereabouts. It was his task, an onus assigned to protect her with all his might. 

He took note that Caitlyn was a woman worthy of his guardianship, and also that she had come close to the age of courting - all the more reason for him to take even greater care of her. Furthermore, it may be time for Caitlyn to search for her partner-in-life, in which William's thought would take chance to drown in ecstatic fantasy, imagining her embracing him in utter loneliness and helplessness, stimulating the wild side of his uncontrollable inner self. 

However, as the constraints of the mansion bore witness of his budding passion, he knew this type of affair is forbidden. No matter how desperate for an embrace a butler could be, he was, and will always remain, a butler. Even a mistress with a twisted intention would know that a butler was assigned to nothing more than a bodyguard and a servant. 

Moreover, if he dared escaping from the muddy traps of an unrequited love and mustered courage to confess his feelings to his mistress, what, perchance, would perspire? Would he see himself revelling in the radiant rejoicing of absolute acceptance? Or would he be able to relentlessly endure the dreadful pain of dragging himself on the shard-laden roads of rejection, bearing the heavy consequences of the possibility that she disliked him? 

Again, he would picture the occasion, but again, he felt it was too impossible for his mistress to feel the same way about him. Shrouded by the fear of great humiliation that would permanently impair his pride and manhood, William, as awfully passionate about her as he was, nonetheless chose, with a trace of unwillingness, to treat this passionate feeling with disinclination and continued the servant-mistress bond. 

After countless minutes of waiting, the roar of Caitlyn's car engine jolted William from his seat. William peered out the window to find his mistress had arrived home from a long night. 

He inspected again and, upon further discovery, to his surprise, she seemed to have carried a male guest with her. Both the figures were apparently showing the effects of alcohol. 

William opened the door promptly as the two floppy human made way to the luminescence of the parlour. The man immediately welcomed himself to one of the velvet sofa and continued to slumber. Stunned by the abrupt entrance, he looked at the man intensely, and shifted his attention to Caitlyn, who was struggling to go up the spiral staircase, desperately reaching her bedroom. 

Swiftly, William dimmed the lights of the parlour to the comfort of the uninvited man and approached Caitlyn who could really use some help. Together, they ascended slowly towards the second floor.

As William escorted Caitlyn upstairs, he took a glance of the limping lady's face. She was wearing a glamorous, luxurious black dress, but she was in a complete mess. She had perfectly crafted her eyebrow lines and eyelashes, which he had always enjoyed looking at. Her cheeks were luscious with sweet red. Her two delicate lips created an alluring shape, uncontrollably aching for a reunion with another two lips which yearned to bite and lick. 

Held captive, William was infatuated by the overwhelming elegance of his mistress up close, which he had never noticed before.

His thought trailed off to the male guest who appeared to be with her in the car. What could his relation to his mistress be? Perhaps, Caitlyn was trying to court him.

"No, William!" he yelled to himself. In the name of the mansion, that was too taboo a thought to come across his mind. He should comply with the unspoken rules of relationship instituted in the mansion - that he should never question the romantic intentions of his own mistress. 

But the more he thought about it, the more he traced jealousy, and the more fiery his desire became. He wanted Caitlyn just for himself so that she knew he was the only man she needed. But, alas, what could he do as a butler, a person who was meant to only serve under the mercy of his own beloved mistress? 

Nothing could be done to interfere in the love story that was fated for his mistress. It was terribly foolish of William to think about loving the mistress in the first place; his hopes would turn to ashes in the end, anyway.

William and Caitlyn entered the master bedroom, and William softly laid the sleeping beauty on her large bed, taking great care not to wake her up. Once again, he took a desperate glance of the lady's face. 

Maybe a good-night's kiss is appropriate, he thought.

He brought his face closer, studying once more the alluring beauty of her mistress, and unhesitatingly invited his lips to meet with the luscious lips of the drunken lady. There was a hint of alcohol, but nonetheless he loved the delicacy of her lips. 

He kept his mouth for a longer time and, without noticing his own action, penetrated her mouth with his tongue. His mouth became actively engaged in the powerful play, and he sensed an indication of strong interest by the receptor's mouth. 

"William..."

A tingling hunch of lust empowered William as he enjoyed the responses from his shuddering mistress. Seems like William would be staying much later in her bedroom. Without saying anything, he grasped Caitlyn's head fast and began strengthening his kisses. 

"More, William--ahh...!" The woman was half-awake, and began shouting her butler's name, as if asking for more.

Hearing his name called, William heeded to the call of his mistress' lustful order. 

As blood rushed to every part of his body, he climbed over the bed and continued to comfort his mistress. He bit her sweet peachy cheeks which he had longed to caress with his mouth. He then proceeded downwards to fondle her neck, sending shudders down her spine. The supple contact of his manly lips on her delicate skin made her turn her head up and moan in unfathomable excitement. 

William quickly returned to her mouth which had been craving for another session with his tongue. As he was smooching, William rubbed the mistress' abdominal and began caressing her inner thigh, and started playing with them only to make Caitlyn squirming in satisfaction.

William once again beheld the beautiful mistress. He looked at Caitlyn, and her face turned from an adorable, innocent angel into that of a covetous woman, thirsty of lust.

Her eyes begged him not to stop. Her cheeks moistened, and an inviting redness on it was somehow invigorating, as if willing to undergo another serving. Apart from everything else, her lips stood out to whet his passion, aching for another painful pleasure.

“I can’t take it anymore, William. Hurry, serve me!”

William knew this Eros love was indecorous, but Caitlyn laid there, granting him the permission to violate her. He knew this was wrong, but looking at what he had done to Caitlyn so far – and at herself slipping away from consciousness – he expunged all his restraining hesitation and explored the amusement of mistress-and-servant forbidden, erotic love as they melted into the heat of the night.

William lifted her knees to her chest and started nibbling her thigh. As Caitlyn detected the sensational touch of his lips on her most sensitive spot, she whirred soundly, only to find William gaining in strength and going deeper into her. 

She purred in excitement, pleading for him to penetrate deeper into her privacy and satiate her sinful appetite without delay.

William resolutely obeyed her dangerous order, and preluded her defilement.

Caitlyn began composing herself, and rose up. She then laid William down onto her bed, and examined his lower body. 

She could see his member palpitating under the constraining black trousers, arousing her desire. 

William was overwhelmed with anticipation, anxious of what his mischievous mistress was up to, but he regained his stout composure. 

Caitlyn then touched his member, fondling it softly, before unzipping and looking at it, which had been drenched entirely by an overpowering passion.

Without reluctance, Caitlyn fondled William with her erotic tongue and let his privacy entered her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sending ecstasy to the owner of the member.

As William witnessed the erotic activity that transpired about his groin, he was titillated and tried thrusting forward in the same rhythm, ravaging her mouth into the impressive depths of her throat.

Caitlyn attempted to devour the whole height of William. It was difficult for her at first, but as she finally managed to reach its deepest part, she was suffocating. She was pleased to see William squirming in overwhelming excitement, requesting for another. 

It was then that both of the parties reached the peak of their lust.

After propping the tempting Excalibur to its exceptional robustness, Caitlyn stood up on her knees and lowered her undergarment. 

She took out from the pockets of her dress what seemed to be like a wrapping of some sort, ripped it apart, and retained the content which she then used to layer William. 

As she moved forward to William’s inviting area of masculinity, he could sense the wet, throbbing delight brushing against her virginal skin, sensually taunting her. 

With her composed body, she steadily readied herself in front of her already piqued partner, opened her legs wide, and slowly descended, violating herself with William’s digit for the second time.

“Take a look at me, William—ahh…!” She let a sound moan escape her mouth as he managed to harbour the tip into her. 

William was impatient to lift up his waist as Caitlyn invited him to her unmarred premise, however his obedience had rendered himself calm and collected, allowing him to delight in the amusement of looking at his own mistress, defiling herself using his erect member.

“I can’t— ahhh!” Quivering, Caitlyn began to gradually descend, gently reaching the extremity of the whole figure. 

William, who was intensely focusing on the rapturous touch of his mistress’ insides, closed his eyes and tilted his head up as she brought him even deeper into her feminine solitude, actively ravishing herself using him. She then began to bob her body up and down in a rhythm which honed William’s insatiability. Shortly after, William’s lower abdomen began to follow suit with her rhythm.

Suddenly, a sound of approaching footsteps halted their play. 

Entering the room, the man who was slouching in the parlour had then made his own way to the master bedroom. Caitlyn gasped upon his arrival, but William kept silent. 

Upon seeing the two having a sacred rendezvous, the stranger made a gibberish remark. It was too inaudible even to the most sensitive ears. They were not even sure if he was conscious.

He stumbled upon another sofa in the room, and banged against the soft pillow of the seat. He continued his deep slumber there after the unnecessary intercession.

Caitlyn looked at the sleeping drunken man on the sofa in front of her bed. She was nervous to continue playing with William. She then decided to play cautious, and unattached herself from William. 

But William firmly held her down, his countenance engulfed with contempt. He gave off a resentful aura, rendering Caitlyn uneasy.

William forcefully restrained her against the bed. Brusquely, he lifted Caitlyn’s waist and started thrusting her repeatedly.

“William, it hurts so much—ahh!” The enjoyable pleasure turned into an aching pain, as she was begging to stop the sudden, painful insertion. 

She felt queasiness starting to emanate within her insides, as the hardness kept banging on her womanly wall.

“…” William kept his silence. 

He did not grace his mistress’ order with a response, but instead remained adamant and continued his assault, hurting her unsympathetically. 

Caitlyn tried to abscond herself from the excruciating embrace, but to no avail. She was imposed to suffer the agonizing grasp of his fazed butler.

“William, let go of me! Mmph--!” Caitlyn tried to speak but William quietened her down with a forceful kiss which, instead of pleasure, sent her soreness. He bit Caitlyn’s lower lip, sending another pain to her body. Caitlyn was debilitated and vulnerable, unable to do anything but being awfully troubled by what had driven him mad.

“You don’t want to wake up that boyfriend of yours and let him look at you in this shameful state, do you?” William said.

“What do you mean… by ‘that boyfriend of yours’? Ngg…!” Caitlyn tried to move her mouth but it was so hard to speak when she was being tortured.

“You can just go out anytime you want with any man that you don’t even know what danger he can do you.” He stopped, and continued, looking profoundly into Caitlyn’s eyes, “But I can’t let it happen. I won’t let it happen. I need to protect you, and I will hold you dear, more times than anyone else will do.” 

He embraced Caitlyn who was extremely drained, made out with her, and started pacing again with his forceful thrust.

“But he's not my boyfriend in the first place, none of such kind! He is my cousin, and he is here to stay for a night after a stressful job interview.”

“Uh…” William slowed down his pace. 

He looked up again to his mistress. Her face was still as alluring as ever. Two adorable eyes, red cheeks on either sides of her round face, and the voluptuous mouth which had always driven him crazy. He would never be ready to be set apart from those heavenly beauty just because of a seemingly better man was worthy of his replacement.

"I just don't want anybody else to love you more than I do," he confessed ruefully.

Caitlyn looked at William's dark eyes, smiled, and landed a peck on his temple. “None can love me more than you do. That's why I love you, William. The reason I love my own, lovely butler.” She looked again at her erotic butler, still entirely dressed with his suit up and down, his zipper opened and his member still erecting a stiff figure inside her. 

William also looked at his seductive mistress, having been undressed of her undergarments, with her breast sensually showcased, her sensitive thigh widely opened to welcome him, its whole height which had succumbed to the greatness of the insides of a virginal space.

Caitlyn pushed William down. William laid back as he watched her mistress with his masculinity impregnating her. She continued bouncing and forwarding pleasure to her beloved servant, creating friction which sent all blood rushing to his member. 

William started thrusting along the same rhythm again and achieved a shudder, indicating his climax. Both of them wailed in a nightly relish, watching each other react as they grabbed the untidy covers of the bed, embraced each other wildly, and released the overwhelming tensions that had built up.

Entirely drained, Caitlyn thumped her body against William’s and kissed him passionately as they finished the intercourse.

"I love you, William," Caitlyn said as she traced her weak fingers on the butler's body.

“I love you too, mistress.”