Victorian Lord

Lord Elias Harrington had a secret.

Behind the perfectly tailored suits, the impeccable manners, and the cold, aristocratic demeanor, he was desperate for something he could never admit in polite society.

He wanted to be owned.

His new valet, Marcus, seemed to know it from the first day.

Marcus was everything a proper valet should not be — tall, broad, rough around the edges, and far too perceptive. He watched Elias with dark eyes that saw far too much.

One night, after a particularly stifling dinner party, Elias returned to his chambers to find Marcus waiting.

“Strip,” Marcus said quietly, closing the door behind him.

Elias’s heart started pounding.

“Marcus—”

“Now.”

Elias obeyed with shaking hands. Marcus watched him the entire time, eyes dark and hungry. When Elias was finally naked, Marcus stepped forward and grabbed him by the throat — not choking, just holding.

“You’ve been driving me mad,” Marcus said, voice low. “Prancing around in your fine clothes, acting like you don’t want me to bend you over and ruin you.”

He spun Elias around and bent him over the heavy wooden desk.

Marcus didn’t waste time with gentleness. He spat on his fingers and pushed two inside Elias without much warning. Elias gasped and gripped the desk as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly.

Marcus fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping his hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’re mine now,” Marcus growled. “Not just as my employer. As my whore. Understand?”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the quiet room. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling onto the expensive carpet. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“From now on,” Marcus said, “you belong to me. In this room. In this house. Everywhere.”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He should have been horrified at the impropriety.

Instead, he whispered,

“Yes, Sir.”

Marcus smiled — small, sharp, and satisfied.

“Good boy.”

He kissed Elias then — slow and claiming.

And Elias knew his life would never be the same again.