Chapter 3

Niarah ushered me in and the door closed behind me. She took my hand and pulled me eagerly a few steps further into the room.

“I am pleased that I am to attend you, m’lord. If you should need anything, I shall do my very best to provide!” She beamed up at me. I smiled and squeezed her hand and looked around.

I didn’t see the Brat, but the room had that mystery lighting. We stood in a foyer or sitting room of some sort. There was a settee of dark wood and red covered cushions with carved lion feet, looking very antiquey. Across from that were two uncomfortable looking chairs that could be cousins to the couch. Between them was a small table of wood and stone, atop which sat a pitcher and a couple of glasses.

A wide arch led to the sleeping quarters with a very large four poster bed reminiscent of that bed in Bogota. This certainly looked much fancier. Just beyond the bed was another archway that led to a balcony and I made a beeline for that, stepping out into the night air.

Niarah joined me, still holding my hand. “The view is lovely - you’ll see on the morrow, m’lord.”

The air smelled clean and moist and the stars were bright. There wasn’t a lot of light emitting from the structure - a couple of windows or balconies along the wall bled a bit of light but most were dark. It was hard to make out the ground, but I was at least a few floors up.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Home,” she said simply. I sighed. I didn’t know if she was playing dumb, didn’t know, or was still not allowed to answer my questions. I decided I wouldn’t care tonight.

“The angry lady said something about a bath,” I prompted. Niarah looked at me quizzically for a moment before the lightbulb flipped on.

“Oh!” she covered her mouth, giggling. “The Seneschal! Yes, of course, m’lord!” She tugged me through another arch and into what looked like a Turkish bath. A pool was set in the floor and full of steaming water. Instead of stone, ornate tiles made up the floor, the pool itself, and the lower half of the walls. They were surprisingly not all red, but mostly blue and white.

Niarah faced me and lifted the hem of my shirt but was too short to pull it over my head and arms. I laughed at her and peeled it the rest of the way. Smiling up at me, she unbuttoned my jeans and knelt, tugging them down with my briefs as she sank. I stepped out of my pants and my swelling cock bopped her on the forehead. She smirked and gave it a kiss. She quickly folded my clothes and stepped to the archway with them.