The Civil War in America just ended, and the Assassins were quickly becoming stronger. With a Dagger of Eden in their possession, our Order was near destroyed. In an effort to preserve what and who was left, Templars were dispersed throughout the world to serve under other Grand Masters until the time to return was right.
I was sent to London, where I was to serve under Grand Master Crawford Starrick. He was the person all templars should aim to be; ruthless, powerful, and passionate. I was honored to be serving under him.
What truly surprised me when I first met him was his handsomeness. I was infatuated from the very beginning and wanted him to notice me. So I served dutifully. I did everything he asked and craved his praise and attention. I had never become this passionate about anything or anyone since I had first been inducted into the order. I would do anything for Master Starrick.
He recently told me he had a special assignment to give me, and I would need to report to his office to receive the details. When I arrived, I was pleasantly shocked as to what I had to do.
“I need a partner to attend a gala with me.”
So shocked in fact, I could barely respond at first.
“A partner? Me?” I asked, pointing at myself.
Sitting behind his desk, he nodded once. His expression was completely serious, and he was staring at me with those commanding yet beautiful eyes of his.
“Yes. Did I stutter?” He was unmoving, and his voice was even and cool.
“No, sir,” I said quickly, lowering my head in apology for a moment. “Please forgive me. I wasn’t expecting anything like that to be told to me. If I may, could I ask why?”
“All men attending the gala are expected to bring a partner.” Crawford stood from his chair, walking towards me. He circled me slowly, and I could feel his eyes surveying every curve and crevice of my body. A shiver went down my spine and I loved every bit of it. “As leader of Starrick Industries, it would be in poor form to arrive alone.”
Not that I didn’t want to jump at the opportunity to attend a gala with Crawford, I still had so many questions. “With all due respect, Master Starrick, I think Miss Thorne or Miss Attaway would be more suited to attend the gala with you.”
“Yes, they would be,” Crawford said. I felt my heart drop a little. “However, Miss Thorne is attending to business of her own and Pearl is already attending… with another man. You have a rather attractive face and you’ve been very loyal to me, so it was clear who I would attend with.”
I didn’t know what to feel. Was that an insult or a compliment?
“The gala is tomorrow night. I expect you to be here are 6 PM, sharp. Wear your finest attire,” he said, returning to his desk. With a wave of his hand, he sent me off.
I couldn’t wait for the following night. I had chosen my best outfit in the morning, and made sure I was looking my best before I met with Crawford. Styling my hair and applying just a bit of powder to conceal any blemishes, I appeared before the Grand Master anxious for any approval. He looked very handsome himself, with a crisp suit and a shiny pin with the Templar insignia on his chest.
“You look… very fine tonight, Master Starrick,” I said as he helped me into the carriage.
“You as well,” he said rather plainly, as if he was just saying it to return the favor.
The carriage ride to the gala was awkwardly quiet, but when we arrived there I could feel that all eyes were on us. The attendants made way for us, wondering who Crawford’s mystery date was. As I wrapped my arm around his and we walked into the ballroom, I couldn’t help but feel happy that I was here, with him.
Throughout the night, I quietly stood by Crawford as he greeted various business and templar partners. I was trying to think of something to start any sort of conversation between us, yet I couldn’t bring up anything. I didn’t know what to do, being so close to the object of my desire yet not being able to exchange simple compliments with him.
Eventually, the music began to play and everyone was expected to take their place on the floor. I had been quietly sipping on champagne when I felt Crawford take my hand.
“May I have this dance?” I was once again stunned, but I placed the glass down and nodded quickly. I followed him out into the floor, and for a moment, it felt as if it were just the two of us. Eyes locked and exchanging touches, moving gracefully across the floor like one being.
But eventually, the music came to an end and my little day dream ended. I had never realized, but all the attention had turned to us during the dance. Many of the people were amazed at Crawford’s dancing, but more so wanted to know who I was. I gazed up at Crawford breathlessly, but not because of the dancing… The things I had felt during that dance surely meant something. Crawford surely felt something… but I didn’t dare ask.
The carriage ride back was once again quiet, but my mind was filled with thoughts about what had happened that night and how I never wanted it to end. I thought of Crawford and slowly, my mind began to wander to more impure places…
When we arrived at his office, Crawford helped me out of the carriage but didn’t let go of my hand. Instead, he lifted it to his lips and placed a delicate kiss on it. My breath hitched at the warmth and softness of his lips, and I couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against my skin. The alcohol must be getting to my head.
“Please. Won’t you join me inside for a drink?”
I didn’t hesitate and followed him inside, to his bedroom this time. He poured me a drink and we sat in front of the fire, quietly at first.
“Tell me,” he finally said, taking a sip from his glass. “You are incredibly loyal, and follow my every order without question. Miss Thorne is my most trusted advisor, yet even she questions my orders occasionally. Why don’t you?”
I shifted in my seat and took a drink, hoping that the alcohol would at least dampen my embarrassment. I could feel the blush creeping to my cheeks. “Well, sir…” I started. “I believe that you’re the best Grand Master this order has ever had, and I wish to support you in hopes that you will accomplish what you want. Truthfully, I was very honored to find out I was to serve under you, especially after everything that has happened in America.”
I glanced over at Crawford, who was gazing at the crackling fire.
“I would sacrifice my life if it meant you were to achieve your vision… I’ll do anything for you,” I added, a little more softly.
He looked at me, a soft expression of surprise coming over him. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met.
“I appreciate your devotion.” His face grew serious once more and he poured himself another glass. “You really would do anything for me?” I nodded. “Come here.” He motioned with his hand, and I put my glass down and did as he was told, standing in front of him. Once again, I could feel and see his eyes trailing over my body and more shivers went down my spine. I loved every bit of attention from him, especially like this.
My eyes widened and I’m sure my face became as red as a strawberry. Yet he looked at me with those smoldering grey eyes, waiting. So slowly, I undid my clothing, letting it drop to the floor around my feet. He watched my every movement carefully, as if he was planning his next attack. Soon I was standing bare and open in front of him.
“On your knees,” he said, pointing to the floor in front of him. I did just as I was told to. For a moment, I was questioning whether this was a dream or if I had drank way more alcohol than I thought I had at the party. He leaned forward, sliding his gloves off and taking my chin in his hand. Though his touch was gentle, I could feel his strength. I melted into his touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His rough fingers against my skin only made me imagine what else he would touch. When I felt his hand pull back, my eyes opened.
“Please me with your mouth,” he whispered in a hot, rough voice.
Nodding as if I was in a trance, I moved between his legs and undid his trousers, sliding them down together with his underwear until I saw his manhood. Not only was Crawford very handsome, but he was also very well… endowed.
I ran my fingers over his length before my tongue followed, tracing the veins and lines of him. He quickly became erect and I was able to wrap my mouth around it, bobbing my head up and down. The soft sucking sounds that followed filled the room. What really pushed me close to the edge was when I began hearing, feeling, and seeing Crawford enjoy it. I could feel his muscles twitching, and his eyes became heavy with lust. His chest heaved with heavy breathing, and low moans came from him. He even leaned his head back into the chair.
My eyes slid closed as I enjoyed the feeling of his length in my mouth. When I felt his hand tangle itself in my hair, I let out a soft moan. His grip tightened, and he began to move my head for me, pushing his length deeper into my throat. I enjoyed every moment of it. With a buck of his hips and a low groan, he held my head down and released into my mouth.
Crawford let out a deep sigh and took my chin in his hand again, smearing whatever seed had leaked out of my mouth around my lips with his thumb.
“Swallow it all,” he commanded, which I did gratefully. For an added touch, I licked my lips and gently took his hand with mine, sucking and licking each finger while keeping his gaze locked with mine the entire time.
He bent down so our faces were level, gazing deep into my eyes. “Do you want me?” I nodded as if I was in a daze. Crawford gestured towards the bed. “Go on the bed. Spread your legs for me.”
Blushing deeply, I did exactly as he told me and waited patiently for him. He took off his coat and unbuttoned his top, exposing his muscular chest. He looked absolutely beautiful. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a pair of lips between my legs, making me cry out. I could feel his mustache tickling my skin, but it made it even more better. It wasn’t too long before he drove me so close to the edge, expertly using his tongue and lips, making me pant and beg for the finish.
“Crawford, please…” I begged. It didn’t take much, because I soon felt his hot, throbbing length push into me. It was ecstasy; I had never felt anything so amazing at great. His thrusts were hard and fast, yet there was a passion behind them that made it feel ten times more amazing than they were. I tried to hold back, but he quickly drove me over the edge and made me orgasm hard… but that didn’t convince him to stop. He continued thrusting into me despite the overwhelming pleasure, but I didn’t complain because my mind had gone blank from the rawness and amazingness of it all.
His thrusts quickly picked up the pace, which once again made me near the edge of orgasm. With one final, hard thrust into me, I felt him release his seed with a loud, rough groan. The way he filled me up let me reach orgasm as my muscles tensed around his length and drew out every last bit of his essence.
Crawford leaned over me as he pulled out, with one hand on either side of my head. He was breathing heavily and sweat beaded his forehead, cheeks pink from the activity. I reached up to his face, taking it gently into my hands and bringing his face down to meet mine, so our lips touched in a soft, long kiss.
“Is there anything else you’d like me to do, Master Starrick?” I asked softly as he pulled away from our kiss.
He moved our bodies so I was now sitting on his lap and he was leaning against the headboard of his bed.
“I order you to pleasure me once more,” he said in a low voice as he placed his hands on my hips.
“Yes, Master Starrick.”