Fostering Faust 2, page 27
part #2 of Fostering Faust Series
Moving deeper and deeper, Alex noticed that the number of guards and soldiers was increasing.
He must have a private prison wing, much like I do.
A guard standing in front of a door pushed it open with his hand and stepped to one side.
The maid walked by him without a word and entered the room.
Stepping in behind her, Alex looked around.
It was a very well-furnished room made up of soft blues and whites. It seemed rather peaceful. Though the barred windows immediately ran directly counter to that feeling.
“If you have any needs at all, please don’t hesitate to pull on the bell,” said the woman, gesturing to a small wooden handle set in the stone wall. “It will summon someone to tend to you immediately.
“I wish you a pleasant lunch and bath.”
Eleanor and Rebekah were already moving around the room, inspecting it.
“Thank you. I’ll be sure to do that,” Alex said.
Bowing her head again, the maid stepped out and closed the door.
When it clicked shut, Alex heard a key fit into the lock and then turn. He was locked in his room with no chance to escape.
Sighing, Alex decided he wanted a bath and a shave first and foremost. While the water was still hot, at least.
Then we figure out what to do.
Chapter 24
Holding a towel around his waist, Alex wandered through the private apartment toward the main bedroom.
He’d done a quick bit of exploring before he’d gone to bathe.
They’d given him a rather well-furnished apartment. The decorations were on the rich side, the tapestries artful, and even the furniture was sturdy and well put together.
Honestly, it was rather surprising. As far as the interior of the apartment, it had a main bedroom, a single attendant’s bedroom, a study, a bathroom, and a receiving room.
Closing the door to his bedroom behind him, Alex went over to the writing desk and dropped into the chair in front of it.
Sighing, he stared at the writing implements.
He needed to put together a letter or two. At least one for the duchess and one for his wife.
His overriding thought during all this was to ask about his Numbered. They were all question marks right now. From Riley all the way to Nannie.
Wincing at the very thought of it, Alex shifted around in his seat. That question would be best included in the letter to Anna. She’d be most likely to know what was going on, and the most likely one who could possibly affect it.
Alex’s letter to the duchess would need to be very circumspect. There was of course no doubt it would be read.
He’d have to keep it to pertinent facts.
Most escaped, city caught fire, surrendered into the duke’s custody.
Clicking softly, the door opened, getting Alex’s attention.
Rebekah’s head slowly came into view between the door and its frame.
“Master, could I speak with you?” she asked.
Ah, this is where she tries to figure out how to get everything she wants.
Though I begin to wonder… and worry. How much of it is part of the act? How much of this whole thing is her playing a role just to fit my needs?
I’ve been trying to get her to develop a natural personality.
Smiling, Alex nodded.
“Of course, Seven, come on in,” Alex murmured.
The door opened completely and Rebekah entered, immediately closing it behind her.
She was dressed in a house uniform. The one she normally wore wasn’t in this good a condition; this one looked new.
It also pulled hard at her chest and hips, pushing her full figure in eye-catching ways. Rebekah always worked hard to keep his interest in her.
“Do you like it? I had it made before we lost the city,” Rebekah said, coming over to him. She deliberately ran her hands over her breasts and down her sides. “I wanted to save it till we got back to Brit. It also has a cute pair of gloves that go with it.”
“Can’t lie, Seven, you always look great. That outfit only adds to your beauty,” Alex said with a grin. She liked flattery, and Alex would always be willing to give it to her. It only fed back into her own personality, after all.
“Yeah?” Rebekah asked, looking down at herself. “I’m not as slim as One, but I’d say I’m built for your comfort instead.”
“I’m definitely a fan of your looks,” Alex said, chuckling. “And the comfort.”
Compliments were the only thing that would throw Rebekah off her game. “So, what can I do for you, my comfortable, sweet, and sexy Seven?”
Smiling at him with a faint blush, Rebekah walked over to him.
“I wanted to discuss how you’re getting out of this situation,” she said simply. “I imagine your wife or the duchess will pay your ransom rather quickly.”
“Unless the duke makes it an outrageous sum, I imagine so, yes,” Alex said, nodding. “Which is entirely possible. Everyone will assume I’m the reason Terk became a living hell, even if I wasn’t there when it happened.”
Rebekah nodded fractionally, her mouth a pensive line. Reaching out with a hand, she began to lightly toy with his hair. At the same time, she leaned up against the writing desk.
“Then again, even if it is outrageous, the amount wouldn’t be that bad. Wouldn’t even put Brit in debt,” Alex said honestly. He didn’t want her worrying that he couldn’t even afford his own ransom.
Raising her eyebrows at that, Rebekah curled a finger down through his hair and around one of his ears.
She didn’t say anything to that. Instead, she continued to play with his hair, giving him a significant amount of simple attention.
Several minutes passed like this, with Alex increasingly leaning into her hand. Till he was hunched forward toward her, both her hands caressing his head, neck, and upper back.
“Sit back, Master,” Rebekah said suddenly. “I’d like to talk about my own ransom. My safety in the future as well.”
Doing as she instructed, he sat back in his chair again. He never turned Rebekah away when she got touchy-feely with her fingers. It was hard to admit, but he always looked forward to it. He loved her attention.
Except it didn’t seem that was where this was going.
Rebekah pulled the towel free from around his hips, then dropped it down on the ground. Settling down on her knees atop it, she gave him a coy smile.
“I don’t think I’ve done this for you yet, and it seems like a good time to showcase what I can do,” Rebekah said huskily as she leaned over his lap. Using her hands, she carefully spread his knees apart. Seemingly satisfied with their placement, she reached between them with her left hand and cupped his jewels in her soft palm.
Smiling down at her, Alex quirked a brow.
“I feel like you toy with me at times,” Rebekah murmured, pressing a kiss to the head of his semi-erect member. “That you deliberately feed my insecurities and reinforce me positively at the same time.”
Watching him from below, Rebekah began to kiss and gently lick his shaft.
“That seems like a lot of effort and work,” Alex said, watching her. “You’re pretty wonderful, Seven, and you’d be worth the work, but I’ve been kinda busy.”
“I know. And One and Six kept telling me it was in my head,” she said, wrapping her lips around the head and suckling on it for a few seconds. “I’m still not sure. Especially since you never directly push at my problem areas. But it’s not worth running the risk for me to fight you if you are.”
Rebekah moved her head forward, her lips pressing against his shaft. Slowly, she devoured him, his fully hardened member passing between her lips and into her mouth.
Reaching the hilt with her lips, Rebekah made a pleased little moaning sound. Then she began to bob her head up and down slowly.
Alex could only watch her work at that achingly deliberate pace. Wanting to really get her moving.
Pulling back, she released him and gave the tip another kiss. Her right hand came up and she circled him with her fingers. Tenderly, she began to roll her hand up and down, stroking him.
“Master, I want to be safe and secure. You don’t mistreat me, and you’ve always kept your side of the bargain. You also don’t abuse Six, and One is in love with you,” Rebekah said. “I want guarantees of my safety. To be given luxuries. That I’ll be taken care of by you. That I can argue with you if I feel like I’m not getting something I deserve and you’ll hear me out.”
She’s timed this well. Part of me wants to just agree and ravage that pretty mouth.
“If you can promise me all of that—safety, security, and your care—I’ll give you everything of me with no strings in any way. I’ll service you every single day and night on my knees, or with my body. Every hour, in every way, if you want.
“You can do anything you want to me. Anything at all,” she murmured, leaning her head forward. She lipped his tip and dragged her tongue over it.
Taking him back into her mouth, she began to steadily deep throat him. Her tongue expertly rolled under him as her lips and cheeks pulled at his girth.
She was giving him singularly the best blow job he’d had in months, if ever.
Unwilling to look away from her as she worked, Alex found her unwavering gaze directed up at him in return. It only added to everything.
“Anything?” Alex asked.
“Mmmhmm,” Rebekah said around him, not releasing him.
“If I wanted to bodily push you halfway out a window and take you from behind? So everyone could watch you?” Alex asked.
“Mmmhmm,” Rebekah murmured again. Moving her head back, she slurped at him. Reaching the end of him, her lips clung to his flesh right until he came free. Wiping at her mouth with a finger, she gave him a sweet smile. “Anything, Master. My only condition is you never give me to anyone else in any way. I’m yours, not someone else’s.”
Reaching down with one hand, Alex cupped Rebekah’s cheek, his thumb tracing her cheekbone.
“My counter to that is I might want you to pair up with one of my other Numbered. Or let me have both of you at the same time.
“My Numbered are all women, and will only ever be women,” Alex said.
Rebekah wrinkled her nose at that.
“You can share me with a Numbered only once a month at most, then. I’m yours, Master. I’m not for anyone else. All this is for you. I was apparently made for you, and you alone,” Rebekah said, gesturing to herself with her left hand. “But otherwise… anything you want, however often you want it. If you wanted to destroy my poor self by putting it in my… rear end, I’d take it with a loving smile and make you love doing it.
“Anything for you, Master, as often as you want it. Even if you wanted to put children in me. I’ll take anything from you.
“You just have to care for me, protect me, safeguard me, and give me my security and my luxuries. I’ll do all my normal thieving duties for you and keep your bed more than warm. I’ll keep it toasty and exciting.
“I would also need ten gold a year, and gifts every now and then. Nothing excessive. I’m not that expensive, but I do like getting things,” she said, watching him. “Just swear that to me, and I’ll make everything you want come true.”
Rebekah bent down toward him and took him back into her mouth. Now she worked her head up and down much more quickly, her speed greatly increased.
Her mouth pulled at him, moving from the very tip of him down to his hilt, until her nose was pressed to his stomach.
Unable to stop himself, Alex put his hands to her head, his fingers curling into her thick hair.
Rebekah made a moaning noise at his touch, her eyes focused on him. Her right hand continued to circle him as she worked, her left hand cupping and fondling him.
“Ok, yes,” Alex said, groaning. “I swear to it just like you said.”
He was taking far more from her than the other Numbered ended giving him. It fit his plans for her perfectly as well.
All she was getting from him was something he’d already promised himself he’d do. This deal was entirely in his favor.
Rebekah’s eyes crinkled up as if she were smiling at him. All the while, she worked herself on him like she was hungry for it.
For him.
Feeling like his toes wanted to curl up, Alex let out a short breath.
“Here it comes,” he murmured.
Rebekah made a soft moaning noise, then eased him down her throat and then back out to the edge of her mouth.
Resisting the terrible urge to pull down on her head, Alex came.
Chirping happily, perched at the end of his length, Rebekah’s tongue and lips furiously worked on his head.
It made Alex’s skin prickle and he wanted to curl up around her. But at the same time, he came uncontrollably.
Making short, happy little moans with each jet of seed, Rebekah received him fully. As he came down to a shuddering close, Alex briefly considered pushing her head away. She was still sucking on him, and it was making him tremble as his nerves fired wildly.
Easing her head down, Rebekah pushed him deep into her throat. Then she started to swallow repeatedly. Alex let out a short, choppy breath at the sensation of it.
Drawing him out of her mouth, she let him fall from her lips into her right hand.
Inspecting him critically, she gave his spent member a kiss, then rubbed her cheek against it.
“Thank you, Master. I’m so happy to hear that. I swear to our deal as we discussed it. I’ll keep you so happy that you never look at another woman again,” Rebekah promised. “Even your wife will come second. I’ll be your everything. When we’re old and falling apart, you’ll ask for me to be by your side, and no one else.”
***
Feeling significantly more relaxed than he’d felt in a few days, Alex sat in a very expensively decorated waiting room.
He’d been told the young master of Gaelis would see him as soon as his previous meeting was complete.
She really didn’t ask for much in the end, and more or less turned herself into my bed toy.
Alex was staring at the ceiling above him. Still thinking about what Rebekah had done just to make sure she was “secure” as she’d called it.
It was curious to him how close she’d been to actually understanding exactly what he was doing to her. He was once again forced to wonder how much of it was an act for her, and how much of it was genuine.
Or is the act becoming genuine?
Is she the next One, I wonder? I might end up with two crazies on my hands.
Amusingly, Valeria and Sylvia don’t seem as crazy in comparison.
I should get Rebekah a present.
“Ah, Count Inferno, I’m so sorry,” said a man walking through an open door.
Alex imagined this man was the duke’s son. They shared similar features, though this man was quite slim. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, and it seemed as if he knew exactly who he was. There was a certain self-entitlement in his stance. A guess on his age would put him a few years older than Alex, but not many.
Standing up, Alex held out his hand to the other man.
“Alex or Count Brit is perfectly fine,” Alex said.
“Ah, yes, of course. I’m Clark, Clark Gaelis, the Second,” said the other man, shaking Alex’s hand. “I’m named after my father. And he is still at the front, but the soldiers you came back with said… that the city of Terk had caught fire?”
Clark said the last bit with a questioning tone.
“It did seem that way. If I had to guess, since we saw it on our way out, a fire got out of control. That does tend to happen when soldiers are allowed to run loose,” Alex said with a smile, releasing the other man’s hand.
“They were let loose?”
Alex nodded, taking his seat again. “Before we left, we saw a number of soldiers running about the city, along with several fires.”
“Hm. I’m surprised. I thought my father would have kept them more in check.”
Shrugging, Alex reached over to the table nearby. Laying his fingers on the envelopes there, he slid them over to the other man.
“These are letters to my wife, and the duchess. I didn’t seal them, as I assumed you might wish to read them,” Alex said simply. “They’re very direct, asking a few questions about people I lost contact with.
“It also tells both of them I’ve been safely confined by your father, and I imagine he’ll likely put a ransom or exchange of people on my head.”
Clark picked up the two envelopes and glanced down at them with a furrowed brow.
“You expected me to read them?” he asked, looking at Alex.
“You’d be a poor leader if you didn’t. I know I would read them, polite society be damned,” Alex said with a smirk. “In addition to that, I’d like to speak with the duchess’s ambassador or emissary if there is one in the city. If possible.”
By Imperial decree, even during times of war, the lines of communication had to remain open. That meant having an emissary, embassy, or ambassador in the city at all times. This was so surrenders or peace could be attained quickly.
Of course, that meant that all those positions were held by spies, and all their correspondence was read as a given.
“I assumed you would. I already booked a meeting with the man for tomorrow in your name,” Clark said, nodding.
“Ah, many thanks.”
Falling silent, Alex wasn’t sure what to say or do to continue the conversation. There wasn’t a whole lot he could say to this man, or even about the situation.
“I was there when you broke Frenis,” Clark said. “I watched your commanders. They were most unorthodox in their art of war, but they carried the day for you.”
“That they did,” Alex said neutrally.
“From what I was able to find out, it seems you were the one who put all those plans in their heads. These weren’t the vagaries of a mercenary commander but the thought-out plans of a count,” Clark continued.
Hm. What a curious conversation.
“I was indeed in charge of my own strategy. It was not by the whims of my soldiers,” Alex confirmed.
