- Steele At
Her Service
- Date: Thursday,
07 August, 2003
- By Andrea
-
- This story
idea has been rattling around for a long time and I
- finally
got going and put it together.
-
- Many thanks
to my faithful editor, Lauryn, always quick with the grammar
- check and
great ideas for making a story better.
- Your
feedback as always is welcome and appreciated. Nancy, you
may archive.
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- STEELE AT HER
SERVICE
- by Andrea
- Rated NC-17
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- Laura stayed
a step behind Steele, her heart pounding from the adrenaline
rush of both pursuing and avoiding the crazed Kuramatsu.
They walked down the length of the barn porch, trying doors until
one opened. She peered into the darkness, waiting for him
to reappear. Lightning lit the sky and sent eerie shadows ahead
of them. She stayed close to Steele's side as he found
the light switch.
-
- The room may
once have been a stable, but now it was a catch-all for garden
equipment and a few hay bales. She followed one of the
walls, jumping back in surprise when a chainsaw cut through from
the other side of the wooden wall. Steele yanked her arm,
pulling her away with enough force to fling her onto a disorganized
pile of plastic feed sacks. Kuramatsu came charging through
the opening he had just made, his face wild with rage as he cornered
Steele at the other end of the room. Steele ducked from
side to side as well as he could as the chainsaw sliced through
the hay bales like a Ginsu knife.
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- Laura watched
frantically for a moment from her pile of bags, then realized
there was a leafblower beside her there. She noticed that
one of the bags had broken open and leaked its contents onto
the floor. She maneuvered the blower into the dusty pile
and turned it on, sending a cloud of irritating powder right
into Kuramatsus face. He cried out in pain, dropping
the chainsaw. Steele took advantage of the moment and dropped
the ersatz gardener with a well-placed right cross.
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- Steele examined
the shoulder of his tail coat while he caught his breath.
The hedge trimmer had shredded the right shoulder, and lining,
padding and fabric were a hopeless rend. My tailors
gonna kill me, he mumbled.
-
- Laura checked
to make sure he was unharmed. Lets call the
police, she said, moving toward the doors. As if
on cue, thunder rolled again and the skies opened up.
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- Steele watched
the rain pouring down. Suddenly I dont feel
that eager about going back to the house. It occurred
to him that events were quickly developing into a lovely equation
- he and Laura, a barn with doors, a heavy rain to keep others
in the house -- there was an answer for everything if one could
anticipate the questions.
-
- We cant
stay here, Laura said. Apparently her equation wasnt
the same as his - yet.
-
- As they stood
in the doorway, he cast an appraising glance down Lauras
back view, and up again. He pulled her against him.
Why not? he asked. He pressed his lips to hers,
satisfied for the moment that she responded so willingly.
Breaking away, albeit reluctantly, she glanced over his shoulder
at the still unconscious Kuramatsu. What about him?
she asked.
-
- Steele grinned
salaciously to himself; the pieces were falling into place, and
the trivial matter of keeping Kuramatsu quiet for a little longer
was not going to get in his way.
-
- He pulled the
doors toward him, mental wheels turning. What will
people think? Laura asked. Was she more concerned
about the Japanese murderer, or the two of them not returning
to the house promptly?
-
- What
else? The butler did it. Steele closed the doors
firmly. He slid his arms around Laura once again and pulled
her close.
-
- The butler
did what? Laura asked suggestively.
-
- Whatever
the lady of the he glanced around the barn house
desires.
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- Laura slid
her arms inside his tattered coat. A good butler
is available 24 hours a day, always ready to provide exceptional
service. Her hands traveled up his back over the
silky waistcoat.
-
- Of course
madams satisfaction is my first and only concern.
He moved one gloved hand inside Lauras collar and around
to the nape of her neck. But at the same time I always
know what my position is. He pressed up against her, one
leg coaxing a gap between hers.
-
- Laura pulled
his head down, sealing his lips to hers. Her fingers
grasped for a handful of his vest. The rain drummed overhead,
reminding her that as long as the rain fell, no one, including
Mildred, would venture out to find them. She willed the
rain to keep falling.
-
- A sound of
stirring and a low moan broke the passion of the moment as Kuramatsu
began to come back to life. Steele broke away and quickly
rummaged through the pile of discards at one end of the room.
A length of orange extension cord caught his eye, and a pair
of garden gloves.
-
- Moving quietly
toward Kuramatsu, he untied his white bow tie and pulled it from
around his neck. Not giving the groggy man a chance to
react, Steele pulled the murderers arms behind his back
and hog-tied him with the electrical cord. Kuramatsu tried
to cry out, but the glove was in his mouth with the tie firmly
knotted to hold it in place before he could utter but a few moans
of protest. Steele gave half a thought to hitting him over
the head to knock him out again, but instead dragged him by the
collar into a corner. He pushed him up against the wall,
and shoved several hay bales against his back to keep him confined.
-
- Laura watched
as he moved swiftly to corral Kuramatsu. Dusting his gloved
hands together, he returned to where Laura stood with a satisfied
smile.
-
- She grabbed
his lapels and pulled him back against her. Youre
a very resourceful butler, Mr. Steele.
-
- Yes,
well, desperate times call for desperate measures, eh?
-
- Desperate
times?
-
- Yes,
yes. He pressed his lips to hers. I desperately
want you. He took her head in his hands and kissed
her again as Laura leaned into him. Their lips parted tentatively,
and then tongues danced assertively as their hunger grew.
-
- Laura broke
away, smiling at him. Then lets move over here.
She gestured toward the other side of the room. Lowering
herself, she pulled him down with her. She lay down on
the thick mat of hay, Steele hovering over her on his hands and
knees.
-
- Laura laughed
and put on her best fake German accent. Vould you
like to go for a roll in zee hay, Meester Steele?
She began to throw herself from side to side. Rolla,
rolla, rolla, roll.
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- Steele smiled.
Very funny, Laura. Young Frankenstein,
Gene Wilder, Terri Garr, etc. etc. 1974. He caught
Lauras hands and pinned her arms over her head. Actually,
I was thinking more along the lines of It Happened One
Night. Classic stuff. Clark Gable and Claudette
Colbert in a moonlit hayfield. He lowered himself
closer. The vulnerable Claudette, her forbidden desire
for Clark almost at a breaking point. Another inch closer.
Clark arranging a bed of hay, trying to make her comfortable.
Still closer. If it werent 1934, he would have
taken her right there, and Bobs your uncle.
His eyes gazing into hers, Laura lifted her head and kissed him
again.
-
- Straightening
himself up, Steele went to work on Lauras buttons as well
as his gloved fingers would allow. Laura watched him as
his frustration over his slowness rose. Catching his right
hand, she began to pull the glove off. Could I have
one of those? she asked. He pulled his hand away
and Laura slid hers into the warm smooth fabric. Tenderly
she slid her gloved hand along his jaw and inside his collar.
With one hand unencumbered, he finished the task of her buttons
and ran his gloved hand over her collarbone and down her abdomen.
Laura shivered with pleasure.
-
- As Steele pulled
her shirttails from her pants, Laura felt an overwhelming urge
building within her. It started deep inside, rising up
with an unstoppable force. As Steele laid a trail of kisses
from her navel to her collarbone and up her neck, Laura felt
she could not stop what was happening. When Steele bent
his head to hers, she turned aside quickly to avoid sneezing
violently in his face.
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- Steele stopped
short. Bless you, he said.
-
- Laura giggled.
Im sorry, I should have known that would happen.
Remember the case of a thousand sneezes, in De Nada? I
couldnt even think straight I sneezed so much.
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- Steele tried
to hide it, but his crestfallen expression could not be missed.
The golden moment had apparently slipped away. He got up
and pulled Laura to her feet, his disappointment obvious.
Perhaps we should go back to the house then.
He turned toward the doors.
-
- Laura wasn't
going to let some hay dust stop them now. She grabbed the
moving tail of his coat and held on. Not so fast,
buster. She pulled him back to her. Madam
hasnt been satisfied yet. She pushed the ruined
coat off his shoulders and threw it behind her. I
think if I dont actually lie in the hay Ill be all
right.
-
- Steele's countenance
brightened considerably. "Did Madam have anything
specific in mind?" He helped Laura out of her jacket
and hung it on a nearby nail in the wall.
-
- Laura's imagination
was working overtime now as she worked her way down his shirt
studs with her ungloved hand. She flashed back to selected passages
of the romance novels she used to read, but no longer required.
Torrid scenes of rogue butlers undressing milady were passé
compared to the living, breathing Mr. Steele. The process of
unveiling was almost as stimulating as what was found underneath.
Particularly when the glove required her to work more slowly,
revealing just a bit of him at a time. A lovely "V"
of chest hair appeared before her eyes. The five buttons
of the vest were next.
-
- And who would
have thought that an old barn could offer such possibilities?
Without taking her eyes off of him, she gestured with her head
to the blower and stack of bags in the corner. "I noticed
earlier that those sacks are conveniently positioned."
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- Steele pulled
her sleeve arms and removed her blouse, hanging it over the jacket.
He ran his hands down her back and up again. Laura couldn't
decide which excited her more - the genuine touch of his fingers
on her skin, or the smoothness of the glove.
-
- Pulling the
shirt tails from his trousers, Laura ran both hands up and down
Steele's torso. Now she presented him with the same erotic
dilemma - the hand, or the glove?
-
- Grabbing two
fistfuls of shirt, Laura moved back, pulling Steele along as
she made her way to the bags. When her legs made contact,
she sat down and guided Steele to his knees in front of her.
Fumbling a bit with her bra clasp because of the glove, he eventually
removed it and flung it aside. Laura put her arms around
his neck and pulled him close, his chest hair stimulating her
breasts as she kissed him. Steele maneuvered his gloved
hand between them, grasping her breast and teasing her nipple
with his thumb. Laura gasped as the softness provided a
unique sensation. Steele bent to take that nipple into
his mouth as she leaned back against the mound of sacks.
-
- Now with both
hands on her breasts, Steele moved from one nipple to the other,
flicking and sucking each into exquisite stiffness. Laura
propped herself up on her elbows, moaning softly as he heightened
her ecstasy. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she
saw the hay bales shift, reminding her that they had an audience.
She pushed that thought out of her mind and didn't think about
it again.
-
- Having unbuttoned
her pants, Steele lifted her hips and slid her pants and underwear
down to her feet. He removed her shoes and clothing with
practiced assurance. He planted kisses on her belly as
his gloved hand ran
- up and down
her legs, massaging her thighs as his mouth and fingers moved
to meet at her center.
-
- Laura flopped
back on the bags, unable to hold herself up any longer against
this assault on her senses. She felt his gloved hand moving
over her upper thighs, closer and closer, and then his entire
hand covered her mound.
- Parting two
fingers, his tongue slid between them and ever so lightly touched
her. Laura jerked as if she had been electrified, a bolt
of pure pleasure traveling through her. Steele spread his
fingers farther apart, applying gentle pressure to either side
as he took her into his mouth and gently sucked.
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- Laura moaned
loudly, thrashing in his grasp. She managed to hold his
head with her hands, her legs flung out to the side as her control
slipped quickly away. Steele moved his hands to her thighs
and dipped his tongue into her musky portal, hinting at pleasures
to come. He was grateful that his dress pants were fairly
loose, because the tightness in his groin was becoming almost
unbearable. In a good way.
-
- Steele replaced
his tongue with one, and then two ungloved fingers in Laura's
opening. He leaned in to suck harder, and Laura's feet
dropped to his shoulders as she bucked beneath him. His gloved
hand moved again to her breast, pinching her nipple with a kidskin
touch. Moments later, she felt that blissfully familiar sensation
as she let go and her orgasm overwhelmed her, crashing in on
her senses.
-
- Sometime later,
although Laura had no idea how long, she felt Steele's gloved
hand on her torso, gently stroking her skin as she returned to
reality. Taking a deep breath, she sat up and smiled at
him. He grinned and kissed her.
-
- "Was that
satisfactory, Madam?"
-
- "More
than." She kissed him again. "Now Madam
would like to satisfy." She pushed him away.
"Stand up."
-
- She removed
his trousers and boxers, and he sighed with relief and anticipation
as she freed him from the confines of the fabric. She sat
forward on the bags and took him in her gloved hand, gently stroking
his hardened member. Steele swayed slightly and put his
hands on her shoulders for balance as he struggled to keep control
for a few moments. Laura leaned forward and licked the
tip, then took more of him in until, between her hand and her
mouth, he was completely sheathed. She sucked gently, fully
aware that he was very close to the edge.
-
- "Soon,
Laura. Very.....soon," Steele managed to mumble.
Laura let him go and turned herself around, kneeling with her
backside to him on the bags. Steele inched forward and
grasped her hips, exerting all of his control to enter her slowly.
She felt like an oven surrounding his member. He thrust
in and out slowly, knowing full well that this position put both
of them over the edge quicker than any other.
-
- Laura shifted
her hands around on the bags, trying to find the most comfortable
position for her arms. She held herself up as well as she
could, but he was rubbing her in the place that was ideal for
making her come quickly. She bent her head in concentration,
unable to resist the erotic forces at work. She glanced
over her shoulder at him, his eyes screwed shut as he fought
to provide them with as many moments of ecstasy as he could.
-
- When Laura
tightened her muscles around him on one of his out-thrusts, he
groaned loudly and began pumping with increasing speed.
Laura dropped to her elbows as Steele continued to drive into
her, until his body stiffened and he cried out something, perhaps
her name. Laura held on as he came close to driving her
off the heap.
-
- Steele collapsed
over her, his arms hanging at his sides as he caught his breath.
Laura could barely hold him up, her own energy gloriously spent.
Her perspiring arms were stuck to the plastic bags, and her hair
hung in disarray around her face. But that didn't matter
- appearances had taken a back seat to passion long before this
point.
-
- After several
moments he slid off of Laura's slick back and peeled off his
soaked shirt. He spread it out on the bags and sat down,
elbows propped on knees. He took a moment to pat an area
of the shirt in invitation to Laura. She dropped down next to
him and leaned against his side, stroking his damp hair.
-
- "That
was fantastic. Madam is well satisfied."
-
- Steele glanced
at her and smiled weakly. "Madam is going to exhaust
her faithful butler one of these days."
-
- He sat up and
picked a few strands of hay out of her hair. They glanced
up as another roll of thunder echoed off into the distance.
-
- "We must
make quite a picture," Laura said as she glanced at their
clothes strewn about. She reached for her pants and tried
to shake them out a bit.
-
- Steele put
his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, his lips very
close to hers. "Oh, yes, a lovely picture, that I'm
going to paste in my mental scrapbook of memorable lovemaking
locales." He kissed her passionately.
-
- Laura pulled
away for a moment. "We'll just tell them Kuramatsu
put up quite a fight."
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- The End
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