Chapter 3

I was in paradise. I had entered a world where a young Gabrielle Union (just in her early twenties) was literally my personal sex slave. A virginal Gabrielle Union I might add, who was currently kneeling on the floor with me, dressed in nothing but an orgasm-induced smile.

I broke the embrace we have been sharing and stood up, drawing Gabrielle up along with me. Once we stood on our feet, I held her back for a moment, letting my eyes roam that luscious body of hers. A pretty red color came to Gabrielle's cheeks, but she did nothing to hide herself, and actually seemed to be enjoying my lusty gaze.

I let my eyes take in all of Gabrielle's lovely form before I drew her in for another kiss. Gabrielle leaned her head back slightly, welcoming my kiss, one that seemed to last forever. When I broke the kiss, Gabrielle looked back at me and smiled. Then she did the one thing that no man wants to see a woman do when he plans to take to her to bed for a night of passion.

Gabrielle yawned.

A shocked look immediately came to Gabrielle's face at the realization of what she had just done. "Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry, I--"

I put a single finger on those lovely lips of her to quiet her.

"You didn't get much sleep the night before, did you, Gabrielle? Or the night before that? Or the night before that?"

Gabrielle hung her head and shook it slowly. I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so I could look into her eyes. There was a world of emotions in those eyes, including two that I hoped I could ensure remained there: hope and trust.

"You've been afraid of all the possibilities that me coming here must have represented to you. I would even go so far as to wager that, even though you've slept alone since you've arrived in this house, you've not had one night's full sleep. That's true, isn't it?"

Gabrielle gave a small nod, her chin still caught in my fingers, her beautiful brown eyes wide and watching.

I released her chin and pulled her into my arms, which she sank into gratefully. "Well, tonight, I think it's time you got that full night's sleep. Starting right now."

Gabrielle backed away, her eyes alarmed. "But Mr. Johnson, I--"

I gave Gabrielle an impish smile as I wagged my finger in her face. "What did I say to call me when we're alone, Gabrielle?"

Gabrielle blushed as she began again. "I was going to say, Benjamin,"--I could still tell she had problems saying my first name--"that we haven't ... well, we haven't actually done anything."

I let my eyes roam up and down Gabrielle's nude form, which left her blushing furiously. "By the noises you were making earlier, Gabrielle, I would say we were doing something."

Gabrielle actually stomped her foot, a sight which was made even more delectable by the fact that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.

"You know what I mean, Benjamin."

I chuckled as I took Gabrielle back into my arms, reflecting on the surreal nature of the conversation I was having. A nude Gabrielle Union, my personal sex slave, was in my bedroom, admonishing me for not having yet taken her virginity. This must be a dream!

"I know that I've established a bond with you, Gabrielle, and that bond means more than pleasuring this delectable body of yours." Gabrielle gave me an emphatic squeeze when I said that. "Anyway, you're going to need your sleep tonight, because I guarantee you, you won't get any tomorrow night," I said as I scooped Gabrielle up into my arms.

Gabrielle squealed with delighted laughter as I carried her into her bedroom. I set her down on her single bed, and took one last look at her lovely form. Gabrielle gave me a half-smile as she stretched her body, making me regret again that I was doing the "noble" thing. I tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving her room, turning off her light.

I went back to my own room, gathering Gabrielle's clothing from my bedroom floor. As I picked up her discarded bra, I idly noted the label read "36B" and wondered how much someone would pay on eBay for a bra worn by Gabrielle Union. Assuming that I ever returned to a world with eBay, I mentally added to myself.

When I re-entered Gabrielle's bedroom, I found her fast asleep, an angelic smile on her face. I looked around her room and found it sadly empty. There was just a few pieces of simple furniture, a small closet, and another door which I knew led to a common bathroom that would be shared by other 'chambermaids, ' assuming that I ever acquired additional chambermaids. I felt a pang of guilt that there wasn't even one small personal item in her room. Not your fault, I told my conscience; you didn't create the world she grew up in. But you were willing to take advantage of this world's tenets in order to bed Gabrielle Union, weren't you, my conscience replied. That's the unfortunate thing about have a conscience, I wryly noted. If you were going to listen to it, it sometimes had the audacity to give you the unvarnished truth.

As I went to my more lavishly appointed bedroom, I made myself a promise. First, no matter what happened between Gabrielle and me, I would always treat her with the kindness and gentleness that she deserved. And second, though I doubted one man could change the negative aspects of the world that I was living in, I would ensure that no one living under my power would suffer while under my care.

My conscience mollified, I decided to go to sleep. Not an easy thing to do as, unlike my conscience, my libido was now wide awake, and constantly reminding me that a more than willing Gabrielle Union was in the next room. Eventually, though, I did get to sleep, but it was a fitful sleep, filled with dreams where a nude and willing Gabrielle Union figured significantly.

The next morning, I was awakened by the telephone ringing by my bed. With my eyes feeling as if they were welded shut, I groped around with my arm to pick the telephone up.

"Your wake-up call, Mr. Johnson. Its 6:30 a.m. Miss Helena left you a coffee tray in your sitting room."

I mumbled a thank you as I got out of my bed, put on my robe and walked/stumbled into my sitting room. (The sitting room was the room adjacent to my bedroom; ir served as a waiting room of sorts for servants who weren't 'chambermaids', so as not to disturb the head of the household while he was in flagrante delicto with a chambermaid.)

Sitting on an end table by one of the chairs in the room was a single cup of coffee. I took one sip and almost sprayed the contents of the cup all over the sitting room. The coffee in that cup had to be the strongest, thickest and definitely most bitter cup of coffee I had ever tasted. I was later to learn that my Uncle had the habit of having such a cup of coffee left for him to wake him up in the morning, a habit that Helena had wisely deduced I would want to continue. With a grimace on my face, I finished the cup of coffee.