The House of Lesslie

I lifted his face further up with one hand and slapped him across the cheek, suddenly and without mercy. He didn't move. Didn't flinch, even as my rubber-covered hand left a mark, turning his skin even darker than before. The first mark that was given to him by me, not by my mother. He didn't speak. Knew his place.

No wonder he had been my mother's favorite.

"I asked you a question," I said.

"You have become," he said, quietly.

"What?"

"What you always were," he said. "Your mother's daughter."

I touched James' chest, let my fingers travel down, black latex on top of white linen, a perfectly starched shirt, before reaching his pants, perfectly filled out and not hiding it, not anymore. Through the clothes, I could feel his shaft, thick and hardening, no longer curled up.

I had done this to him.

I let it go.

"You do like," I said to him as I leaned in, my lips close to his ear, each word a whisper, a promise.

My fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft, through the layers of clothing, barriers between our bodies. Cupping his balls, I could feel it twitch again, and still, there was no movement, no expression in the hulking black man's face. I squeezed and pulled them down. There it was. A short gasp. An acceptance. A plea. It was what I had dreamed of. What I had fantasized about, all those years ago.

That short expression of pain.

"I may have use for you yet, old man," I whispered.

His lips parted in that cracked smile.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

I nodded towards the mansion's assembled staff.

"Tell them," I ordered James.

Without another word, I walked towards the mansion's doors, passing the rest of the staff. without further acknowledgement.

There would be time enough to get acquainted with them, later. They would learn to know me. Would learn to obey me, just as they had obeyed my mother. As so many others had learned to know their rightful place within the halls of this house, through the centuries and the generations that had filled it with screams of pain, moans of lusts and pleas of mercy.