The trek back through the mile-high snow was a long one, four hours to be exact on foot. Something no one in their right mind should be doing. But here you were two hours in and already frozen and wet. You should have stayed back in the town and deal with the consequences later. But you knew better than anyone that the Sharpe's were not the nicest of people. Well, Lucille wasn't at all friendly and ran the house. It would have been a few dozen lashes if you didn't head home. Thomas, on the other hand, was kind and took pity on you. He was very handsome, sweet, and charming. You could see why women fell for him. You didn't fear him as much as you did his sister.

           What was to be a quick run into town to pick up things for the house turned into a snowstorm, and the driver never showed up to get you. Though you couldn't blame him. The horses were most likely frozen, as well. It was dark out by the time you made it back to Allerdale hall. Frozen to the bone and shaking uncontrollably, a pale shade of blue graced your lips. You could barely open the door as you entered. The house wasn't any warmer in the central part as the gaping hole above brought in more snow. You set your things down in the kitchen. As you turned around, the in the doorway stood Lucille. Her lifeless glare didn't help your shivering.

"Where have you been!" She screeched, staking towards you, her hand's ball into fists.

"I had to walk t-the carriage never showed." Your teeth chattered as you spoke, staying near the wood stove to attempt to warm yourself. "I got here as fast as I could." you pleaded with lady Sharpe as he towered over you. Thomas cleared his throat right before Lucille could strike you, saving you once more.

"Lucille!" Thomas hissed at her, making her back down from you. "Can you not tell she is half frozen to death, leave her be." Thomas moved from where he stood, eyes hard on his sister.

"I-I was just so worried for our little y/n." He smiled at her brother, trying to play off that she wasn't at all evil towards you. Like she always did when Thomas would find her being cruel.

"Go to bed, Lucille. I will manage this." Thomas gazed turned to you; they soften almost instantly. Lucille huffed, stopping her feet like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Once she was out of range, Thomas walked over to you.

"Darling, you are positively freezing." Thomas's hand stroke your cheek, his thumb brushed over blue lips. You leaned into his warm touch, forget for a split second that you were only the servant. Your eyes widen as you realize what you did. You cheek even though they were frozen turned pink. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" Your eyes snapped opened widening at what you had just done. Thomas didn't seem to mind as a smirk graced his face.

"S-Sorry s-sir." You stuttered out, teeth still moving a mile a minute. "I-I'll get back to work." You turned around quickly, forget that the stove was behind you. Cursing yourself under your frozen breath as you moved to the side. Not getting very far when a warm oh so wonderfully warm hand gently grabbed ahold of your wrist, turning you're around to face him.

"Y/n go, I will take care of this. You need to strip out of those wet clothes before you get hypothermia. If you don't already have it." Thomas ordered. "I'll be there shortly to make sure you have enough firewood and blankets. I will also bring you something hot to drink." he smiled kindly, brushing a strand of damp hair from your face.
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You meekly did as he asked, slowly, making it to the servant quarters, which luckily for you was on the main floor and to the left of the kitchen. Though as you walked, it felt as you were walking on pins and needles, you winced ever so often. It was rather a hard task to get yourself out of your wet clothes, but you manage it. Getting into your nightgown was also another challenge the white gown almost transparent in the light from the fire. The dress just made it past your thighs when there was a soft knock on the door, and Thomas entered.

           Covering yourself the best you could with your arms as you stood there awkwardly. Thomas carries more wood, several blankets, and a tray that rattled with each step in his arms as he kicked the door shut.

"Darling, get in bed." Thomas urged you setting the logs down with everything else. You scampered to your bed as you watched him. He set the teapot of hot water on the nightstand, before grabbing the blankets, piling them on top of you. You recognized some of them as Thomas's own. Thomas noticed you were still shaking after he built a fire back up. "Darling, may I ask how are you feeling right now, any better?"

"S-so so cold." you gasp teeth still chattering. "My body hurts, and I just want to go to sleep." Your eyes felt heavier than they ever have, and you worked with no rest for two days before.

"Ah, ah, no going to sleep. I believe you have hypothermia. Did you know body heats the best way to stop hypothermia." Thomas had suggested. You hummed in response, Thomas moved toward the bed as you eyes flutter. Thomas slowly pulled his clothes off before getting in the bed with you. "Darling, wake up; you need to stay away." He nudged you while he wrapped himself around your frozen body. It felt like you were colder than before.

        You smiled at the warmth that surrounded you. But that nagging voice kept calling you awake. What did that man have to be so damn hot? You wiggled into the heat that surrounded you. More nudging, this was getting rather annoying. Why does he want you awake?

        "Y/n, wake up." Thomas shock you awake.

     "Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is." You hissed as you turned to glare at him. That's when you noticed two things he was in bed with you, and he was very, very naked. In fact, so were you. "Thomas, w-why are you naked?"

          "First off, it's to stop you from getting hypothermia, and body heat is a sure way of stopping it. And secondly, you find my voice appealing?" Thomas stated it like it was nothing wrong with this. Like you weren't his housekeeper. Oh, but the feel of him pressed tightly against you, and the massive length pressed hard in your backside. 'Wait, is-is he hard?' You shuttered again.

"Are you still cold, love?" Thomas whispered, his breath fanned over the back of your neck. Heat spread between your thighs. Your small attempts to pull away from his grasp didn't go over so well. "I mean, you do still feel cold. I know another way to keep you warm." Well, that didn't sound dangerous at all and all too alluring.

"Sir, and that is?" You panted out, trying to catch your breath, hoping your heart would stop trying to burst through your chest. But curiosity got the best of you. Thomas's hand moved from your waist fingers brushed along your cheek before pushing some stray hair out of your face.

"Are you sure?" Thomas moved his head to look down at you. You nodded, all too willingly. He hooked his fingers under your chin, pulling it towards him. His lips pressed firmly against you. Your eyes widened as his lips moved. Heat ran through your entire body before he pulled away. "Did that help any?"

"I-I think you'll need to try that again." You shivered and squirmed. He groaned when your backside rubbed against his growing need.

"Mmm, as the lady wishes." His lips were back on yours, his hand that held you chin moved to your hips, slid between closed thighs then dipping into wet folds. You tensed up a bit. Thomas stopped for a moment. Letting you relaxed some before his finger brush against the bundle of nerves. You gasped out, Thomas took the opportunity as your lips parted to slide his tongue along yours.

His free hand, the one under your waist, moved up, finding your full breasts fingers kneading into the soft flesh — the palm of his hand rubbed over harden nipples that could cut glass and sensitive to the slightest touch. His sinful fingers played you like a violin. One hand pulled pinch flicked your peeked nipples. While the other rubbed tight circles over your clit before pushing two long slender fingers into your hot core. Your walls fluttered around his skilled fingers that curved deep inside you, pumping in and out, hitting ever hidden secret you held. Your body rutted along with his as you felt your body heating up rapidly.

"Thomas, I'm -I'm oh God." you cried out as you came soaking his hand. A low animalistic growl came from behind you.

"That's it, love; I have you." Thomas cooed as he worked you through your high his lips found yours once again, muffling your cries of ecstasy. Thomas lazily removed his fingers. "Are you getting warmer?"

"oh, God, yes." You panted out you body twitched. Thomas moved his wet hand, taking hold of his throbbing cock pumping his hand over a few times, rubbing it along your backside before pushing it between your damp thighs. You gasped out as he trusted himself long your slick fold teasing you. "What if we get caught? Lucille will have me thrown out or worse." You worried then started to whimper at his touch. You Knew all too well that this was not a good idea. This was your job, the only thing you had the only place you could go. No home, no family other than this.

                 "Shh love, let me worry about her. Let's worry more about keeping you from getting hypothermia." Thomas purred never once stopping his assault against your body. Your head fell back the pleasure building up. "This is between you and me." he kissed you passionately as he finally entered you, slowly giving you every single inch of him. Your hands grasp his arm that played with your breasts. You moaned and wiggling against him. "Have you longed for this? Have you dreamt of me taking you? My precious little servant. Willing to do anything for me like a good servant girl?"

              "Sir, " you cried out as he rocked his hip into your shallow thrusting into your welcoming core. His mouth licking, nipping along the back of your shoulders. He was not wrong; you always had this fantasy of him taking you. And with that, you hoped that this was not a dream.

           "Sir, what?" he trusted harshly into when you didn't answer him.

           "Sir, yes, I have thought about you." you gasped out.

            "That's better." he hummed as he pushed you over without pulling out of you. His chest pressed into you back. His head near your ear. "I know you have. I even know you touch yourself to the thought of me fucking you into this very mattress. And that is precisely what I'll be doing to you from now on." Your eyes widen at his words. You were about to deny it, but he didn't give you a chance. He started moving harder his cock pulled out of you only for it to slam back into you. You cried out in pain and pleasure.

     Thomas thoroughly enjoys your body while he thrusted in and out of you, taking what he had always wanted. You were delightful; your walls wrapped tightly around his substantial length. Filling your small body full. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your hips up, changing the position of his cock inside you. Hitting deeper then you thought possible. Your cries form more soon became louder. His left hand moved from your waist, holding on to your shoulder, making it so you couldn't bounce off his harsh thrusts.

           "Do not cum until I tell you to or I will stop. You will then have to finish me off with that pretty mouth of yours. Leaving you needy and without giving you your own release." Thomas could tell that you were close; your walls were squeezing the life out of his cock. He stilled himself causing your to whine. He gave you a hard smack along your backside. "Do you understand?"

             "Yes, Thomas Sir." you squeaked.

              "Good girl." Thomas pulled out slowly before he was out moving his cock along you dripping folds. He toyed with you making you whimper pushing back, wanting him back inside you. "Such a greedy little servant hungry for more."

            "Please, I want you inside me." You pleaded wiggling yourself against him. Trying to push yourself on to your Elbows, but Thomas wouldn't allow that his hands gripped at your shoulders, holding you in place. With one swift hard thrust, he was back inside of you fucking you hard into the bed. You cried out, desperately wanting to cum. He was reaching to his own release.

            "Now be a good little servant and cum for me, cum all over my cock." He moaned out; he didn't even have to finish his words you came quickly and hard around him you bit into the pillow as you scream out not wanting anyone else to hear you get fucked by the one person you shouldn't be getting fucked by.

            Thomas followed suit finding his own release into you. He seed spilling deep within your fluttering walls. Ropes of his cum spilled out as he thrust in and out of you. You Shattered at the fill of being overly stuffed. He fell on top of you; his cock twitched inside of you. You hummed happily when his lips placed tender kisses along the back of your neck.

       "Feeling any better?" He asked, kissing the edge of your lips. The weight of him comfortably pushing you into the soft mattress.

         "Mmhmm, All warmed up." you hummed a smile graced your lips.

           "Good, I wouldn't want to have to find anyone else, I'm entirely fond of you and do like watching you squirm." Thomas chuckled softly, his thumb stroking along your cheek and jaw brushing over your swallow lips. "I should go." Thomas pulled out of you; a heavy sigh fell from his lips. You whimpered at the loss of him. He kissed you once more.

          "Sir Thomas, I fret that I still might have hypothermia. And would need body heat if I em to survive the night." You suggested doe eyes looking up at his, the blankets feel from your body when you sat up. Give Thomas the full view of your breasts nipples still peeked from the cold and his hands.

         "My you're a greedy little servant girl." Thomas smirked. "Let me go make sure the rest of the house is asleep, and then I will make sure you do not." kissing your temple before he made his way out the door and into the dark abyss that was Allerdale hall.