Deviant Desires: Testing the Water Pt 1

At the age of 13, Magdelyn had started sneaking into her Father's office at night. She was curious of what he spent so much time working on in there. He kept the office closed off to her and her sister saying only, "It is not for the eyes of children." This did not suffice her curiosity. She was her Father's child. Tutoring started for Maggie at a young age, she was able to read fluently at the tender age of 11, her vocabulary far advanced for her age. Maggie knew she would be able to read what held her curiosity so; the works of her Father.....
......The night had long been since young; the Estates had grown silent except for the evening breeze through open windows. It was mid-spring and grown quite warm on nights like this. Unable to sleep, Magdelyn sat up in her bed and read the works of her Father that she had managed to copy over the years of sneaking into his office at night. At the age of 18, she had grown into a true Von Masoch; her hair dark, her eyes enchanting, and her flesh perfect.
More mature, she pondered the works of her Father and had grown to day-dream often of such things. Many days she closed her eyes only to picture the things that were mentioned in the writings. She wondered if all men enjoyed the dominate actions of a woman so much; and again, her mind drifted into day-dream. The warmth 'tween her thighs grew more intense as her thoughts grew more vivid. She shivered, this bringing her to slip from bed and move to gaze out her open window.
She wondered how it would feel to be the dominate woman that brought a man to beg for mercy at her hands. This made full lips curl into a coy grin as a most deviant idea struck her. Her gaze had settled upon the servant houses just past the courtyard as she whispered, "The servant..." A male had come into the staff as a ground keeper not long ago. He was timid and quiet, her Father would never find out.
She moved away from the window only to slip a satin coverlet over her form before she exited into the corridor. She kept her feet bare as not to awaken any others from their slumber, she didn't want to be caught of course. Swift stride brought her down the corridors and out into the courtyard, she could see the oil lamp still burning in the male's window. She hurried upon tip-toes through the courtyard and past the gate to the path that led into the gathering of servant homes.
She quickly reached his home, Triston was his name she believed. She had heard the head maid call it a few times through the windows during the day. He was an attractive man, his skin darkened with tan due to working many days beneath the sun's rays. Cords of muscles ripped his body from years of hard work, he had to be at least five years older than her, but she cared not. He was the perfect specimen to test her theories on.
She climbed the stairs only to stand at his door, her hand lifting to give a quiet knock. He called out, "Come on." She pushed the door open with only a gentle push of her palm and slipped in. He was reading, unusual for servants, but nonetheless he looked up. His eyes widened and she could tell a sweep of anxiety swept over him. "M-Miss Maggie, Y-you shouldn't be here..." She was unsure why, but his nervousness made her stomach twist with excitement. Was this fun?
"I can do whatever I want. I am the eldest of my Father." She spoke with a new-found strength as she lifted her chin proudly. Triston sat his book aside only to stand from his cot as to help her leave. His body was even more enticing when covered only by his undergarments. The mere strong appearance of him made her palms sweat with anticipation. "I won't leave until I get what I came for."
His features twisted in confusion as he reached for his trousers, "I-I'm not sure what you mean, Ma'am." She stepped forward, her fingers wrapping around his wrist firmly, "Drop the trousers, you won't need those." His face grew pale, she could see the anxiety building as she noted his pulse quickening in the arteries of his neck. This made her smile. "M-Miss...your Father would skin me alive...I-I beg of you..." She could hear the fear in his voice and it caused a tinge of pleasure to strike at her core.
Her free hand lifted for her palm to trail over the ripples in his abdomen and chest, he closed his eyes and dropped his trousers as a sigh escaped past the line of his lips. His body was a perfect strength to test, would he try to fight her? Her palm trailed over his shoulder only to lift and pull back from his flesh. Her smile widened as she then swung her hand at full speed to land across his face with a stinging blow.