Chapter 31

He kissed me as soon as he closed the door and then tried to unbutton me.

I hesitated but pushed him away.

"My lord, you can't do this." I said, "This is too presumptuous."

"I... I love you." The Baron had no reservations and immediately hit the soft part of my heart.

Looking at his fiery gaze, I could hardly say a word of rejection.

"The day before yesterday and yesterday, after you left, I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about you all the time." Like a child, he frankly told me everything: "What about you? Do you miss me? Owen, tell me."

I was sour and astringent in my heart. For a while, I felt like he was free. He can do whatever he wants, as long as he is happy.

He took off my clothes and pushed me down on the table.

The desktop was cold, and my skin touched it at first, and I couldn't help but tremble.

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This red sofa was messed up by our liquid.

And he was still buried in my body and didn't want to pull it away.

"You know, I've read it in the book, and I tried it myself, but none of these can compare..." He touched me while kissing me: "I've never been a lustful person, but I can't control myself, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize." I gasped and said, because I was still immersed in the after rhyme of climax just now, and my voice became awkward. I couldn't imagine myself making such a sound...

In fact, the first time any man did this kind of thing, he would be a little bit ignorant of temperance, not to mention that he had lived like a monk for so many years.

"It's not that no one flattered me before. You know that there are some yards...and there are men, but I don't want to touch them." The baron looked into my eyes and said, "I only live with people I like. Together, but I never knew it was such a joy to be with someone I love."

After speaking, he started rubbing desire in my wet back acupuncture point again.

Hug each other like this, it is too easy to stir up desire, even a small friction may end up uncontrollable consquence.

"My Lord...sir..." I called him embarrassedly.

He stopped and looked at me, his long hair fell to my ears, and beads of sweat fell down his cheeks.

"We... we...should stop..." I tried to discuss it with him.

If this goes on, I can't stop it. He has done it several times to me, squeezing for a while, doing it once, squeezing for a while, doing it again...

There was a sullen smile in his chest, and then he went to my sensitive points, until it made me want to get up again, and it was unbearable toss around him, but he suddenly took out the male roots badly, let go of me and said, "Okay. Ah, let's stop."

I was extremely embarrassed for a while.

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"My lord, if you do this again, I...I'm going to be angry." I have been playing with him unscrupulously all morning. It would be bad if he didn't say a little bit of rejection, he looked like a man who knew how to make an inch.

"Okay." He put on clothes slowly, kissed my ear, and said, "Let's go for luncheon and continue in the afternoon."

My scalp numbs for a while, and I can't say anything I want to refuse.

He is my master and I am used to obeying everything...

"My lord... we... we... don't..." I looked at him expectantly.

"Wrong, I want to call my name." He touched my ass dissatisfiedly, then smiled and walked out of the study: "Next time I found you wrong, I will punish you."

He finally left. I sat down wearily, only to see a puddle of fluid on the sofa. I was nervous and my whole heart jumped, and I hurried to find something to wipe.

As a result, a big stain was left on the red velvet sofa. I rubbed it and polished it, but there was nothing I could do.

When the baron returned from his meal, I was still dealing with the stain.

"What are you doing?" He hugged me from behind, touched my hips with his hands, and whispered: "Cocked up here to seduce me? Do you know that the seams of your pants are wet... "

With that, he unbuttoned his clothes again, then took off my pants impatiently, hugged me, kissed and touched me.

I downcast and said, "My lord...this sofa is dirty..."

The baron seemed more speechless than I: "You didn't go to lunch, just wipe the cushions here?"

My face flushed instantly: "Someone will ask me, if the butler or Billy sees it, how should I answer?"

"Just say we had a happy day here." He teased me.

Seeing that I was really anxious, he smiled and said, "Just say I overturned the teacup."

"It's not like that if the tea is overturned." I sighed and knelt down to continue wiping.

"What I say is what happened here." He leaned over and pecked my lips.

Then he pressed me on the sofa and lifted one of my legs: "It's all dirty anyway. It doesn't matter if it gets dirtier. Let's do it again. I will ask the kitchen to bring food to you, my poor little one."

Then he pressed me to fool around all afternoon.

Sure enough, when the butler Hilton came in to report the estate, he saw the suspicious stain on the sofa.

I was nervous and sweaty, but it was a pity that God did not hear my prayer.

The butler Hilton pointed to this sofa and asked me: "What's the matter? Why is it dirty?"

"Uh..." I glanced at the Baron flusteredly, and he sat there blankly, seeming to have nothing to do with him.

"His lordship... knocked over the teacup," I said hesitantly.

The butler frowned, but said nothing, and left the room, seeming to accept the explanation.

When I was relieved, the baron laughed sullenly, and he looked at me jokingly, making me very annoyed.

Before long, the butler sent someone to move the sofa.

I was so embarrassed that I dared not look into anyone's eyes for a while, I'm afraid I could see a suspicious look in their eyes.

But I was unreasonably worried. I scared myself. It is very rare for a man to be with a man, let alone a respected baron.

Perhaps it was the first time to taste the forbidden fruit of this kind of relationship. The Baron was so excited that he couldn't stay a moment without me.

He seizes all his free and private time to be intimate with me. If it weren't for the servant to have an entrance guard, I am afraid he would not let me go even at night.

Our relationship suddenly became like glued love birds. A few days ago, I couldn't imagine that we would develop into this close and intimate relationship.

He sticks to me almost all the time, talking love words day and night. Such an eagerly progressing relationship makes me feel messy and even unable to bear it, because his feelings are too strong.

Two days later, Billy came back, and his carefulness scared me.

He whispered to me at the time: "When you served the baron to change clothes, did you notice..."

With an awkward look on his face, he hesitated for a long time without telling what he had found.

"Find what..." I asked.

Because I was also the Baron's valet, Billy finally made up his mind and whispered to me: "When I was serving the Baron in the shower, I saw him, on his back, uh... how to say... you know... "

My heart jumped to my throat immediately, lest he say what I suddenly thought of, and Billy's words still hit me.

"There are a lot of scratches." Billy exhaled and finally said it.

My cold sweat is shed, Is that true? Did I scratch him when we were....?

"It's like...do you understand?" he said awkwardly.

"Hmm..." I had nothing to say, but a hum.

"Huh..." Billy breathed a sigh of relief as if he had finally found someone to discuss, and he said, "Do you think it is? You know that..."

"Ok..."

"Did something happen in the past few days when I was away?" Billy asked curiously, "Which lady was it with? Miss Margaret? Miss Catherine? Or the maid?"

"Um..." I said dryly: "I... I don't know, the baron likes to be alone sometimes."

The lie became smooth as soon as I uttered it, and I pretended to be calm and said: "The Baron is an adult man and had a relationship with a lady. It's nothing fuss about, is it?"

"But..." Billy looked puzzled: "As far as I know, the Baron has never had a close relationship with any woman. He is very clean and self-conscious. There are a bunch of women who have been trying to contact his lordship but failed. He has never accepted it. Who is it this time? She managed to climb into the bed of Lord Baron, maybe she will be our future hostess. No wonder the Baron called me home, he was dating this lady privately."

"..." I was speechless for a long time, thinking that the Baron and I can no longer be so casually and careless, and if this goes on, I will definitely be discovered.

But how should I reject him?

When facing him, I couldn't say no resolutely. First, I always owe him. When facing him, I always feel softhearted and apologetic, so I can't refuse any request from him. Second, he is my master, I almost never said no to his needs.

This morning, the baron met with a guest in his study, but he was absent-minded all the time.

The guest opposite him was the cowboy on the manor, chatting endlessly about the autumn harvest.

"There are a total of forty cows in the west village. We will gather all the cows during the autumn harvest and gather them in the cowshed..."

The baron leaned back in his chair, seemingly listening to his report, but in fact, his eyes kept turning with me, and his eyes follow me wherever I went.

"My lord, what do you think?" The cow raiser asked nervously.

"..." The baron said nothing.

"My Lord?"

"..." The baron remained silent.

The cow raiser became even more nervous, thinking that the Baron was not satisfied with his proposal, he squeezed the corners of his clothes in a panic, at a loss like a kid who answered the wrong question in class.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I had to put the black tea on their table, and then said to the baron: "My lord, this is really a good proposal, isn't it?"

In fact, servants must not interrupt when the masters meet guests, they should act like do not exist at all, even the sound of footsteps is not allowed. But I have to interrupt, and if this continues, I won't even be able to breathe.

Only then did the baron realize that he was out of mind, he took a sip from his teacup, nodded and said, "Yes, your proposal is very good, so let's do it."

The old rancher was relieved, got up and leaned to him to say goodbye.

As soon as the rancher left the house, the baron grab my waist and whispered in my ear: "Go and tell servants outside, I won't meet guest today."

When I hesitated, his hands had begun to grope wildly, and then he said to me in a low, hoarse voice: "I really miss you..."

"..." I feel that I must be held strong.

I was let out of the bedroom by him last night, and I immediately met again this morning, what can I think of.

"My lord...sir..." I got out of his arms, lowered my head, and summoned the courage to say: "I will help the housekeeper to filter the new wine in the wine cellar today..."

"No, you are going to accompany me here today." He said in a habitual command tone.

I did not speak, but raised my eyes and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" He said softly, "I can deal with the order from the housekeeper. You don't have to worry about anything."

Prior to this, I had tried many times to refuse in a tactful tone, but I was fooled by his tough and sticky attitude. I couldn't let myself be so weak. This adult was very well versed in the essentials.

"No, my lord." I shook my head: "No."

"Why not?" He scowled: "You don't want to be with me?"

I looked at him, feeling frustrated, thinking this was his first trick.

Seeing that I was unmoved, he softened his voice again: "I love you Owen, I... I want to hug you... Is that OK?"

This is the second trick, and the third trick is coming.

He lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "I'm sorry, I just can't restrain myself from thinking about you. I started thinking about you after you left last night. When I see you today, I don't want to do anything, I just want to look at you."

He began to pretend to be pathetic.

After the third trick hadn't reached the goal, he walked over and hugged me directly, regardless of my opinions, and wanted to use practical actions to make me succumb.

This time, I firmly pushed away his kiss and touch.

"My lord, you can't do this." This guy clearly saw that I was soft to him, so he acted recklessly.

Finally, he squinted at me for a while, then sighed and said, "Well, you cruel fellow."

He walked back to the desk and sat down, with a cold face, as if angry.

This is the fifth trick. Last time I thought he was really angry. I hesitated to apologize, but what happened next was some scene I couldn't bear to look back...

So I leaned back and left the study.

As soon as I left the door, he chased out angrily and stood there for a long time. He had no choice but to sigh heavily and walk back...