NTR: Stealing Nobles and Wives in another world-Chapter 8: Tease Queen 2

"Getting settled in, new slave?"

Gareth's standing at the end of the row, his tall ass blocking the exit between shelves. For once, he's not scowling—he's got this fake friendly look that's honestly creepier than when he's being a dick.

I step away from Elara real quick, but the damage is done. My hard-on's pretty obvious, and Gareth's eyes dart between us, narrowing even though he's still smiling.

"Just learning the cataloging system," I say, pointing to the book cart. "Master Harlowe's got plenty of shit for me to do."

"He always does." Gareth steps closer, acting casual but moving like a predator. "The old man collects books like a dragon keeps gold. Been working for Lord Derek since before I was born."

Elara straightens her dress, pulling herself together like a pro. "Gareth. Didn't know you hung out in the library."

"Lord Derek asked me to check on our new addition," he says, not even looking at her. His eyes stay locked on me. "Make sure he's adjusting properly."

The way he deliberately ignores Elara catches my attention. Most servants can't stop staring at her, but Gareth seems to be trying way too hard not to look. Interesting.

"Well, as you can see, I'm doing fine," I say, moving back to the cart to look busy. "Learning the ropes."

Gareth follows, positioning himself between me and Elara. "Lord Derek's collection needs careful handling," he says, running his fingers along a book. "Not everyone appreciates the... delicate nature of valuable possessions."

The threat in his words is crystal clear.

"I'm always careful with valuable things," I reply, staring right back at him.

Elara makes this annoyed little sound and moves to a nearby table, pretending to read a book but obviously still listening.

Gareth lowers his voice. "Look, we don't have to be enemies. I've been where you are—new, trying to find your place."

"Really? You were randomly grabbed off the street and sold into slavery too?"

He chuckles, but it's cold as fuck. "Different circumstances, same position. Lord Derek's service isn't always... straightforward."

I raise an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"Meaning there are opportunities here for those who understand the rules." He glances toward Elara, staring a bit too long, something like hunger in his eyes before he catches himself. "And consequences for those who don't."

So that's it. Gareth loves Elara. The way he looks at her, the jealousy in his voice—classic signs of a guy who's thirsting after what he can't have.

"Do all the servants get this friendly welcome?" I ask, keeping my tone light.

"Only the ones who survive the first week," he says with a tight smile. "Not everyone does, you know. Especially those who get... distracted by the wrong things."

He turns slightly, making sure Elara can't hear. "Three servants disappeared last year. All men about your age. All took an interest in Lady Elara."

"Is that a friendly warning or a threat?" I keep my voice steady, but something cold runs down my spine.

"Just information," Gareth shrugs. "You're not the first guy to notice Lady Elara's... charms. Lord Derek doesn't like slaves getting above their station."

The irony hits me—Gareth's warning me away from Elara while clearly wanting to bang her himself. It's written all over his face whenever he looks at her.

The thought of fucking her now takes on a new level: not just nailing the daughter of the powerful spymaster, but taking the woman Gareth craves but can never have.

My status window pops up:

[NTR OPPORTUNITY]

Target: Gareth covets what he cannot possess

Potential Reward: +25 XP

Risk Level: High

Well, that's interesting as fuck. The system recognizes NTR situations and gives special rewards. My cock throbs at the thought—fucking Elara would be even sweeter knowing Gareth wants her desperately but can't touch her.

"Thanks for the warning," I say, keeping it casual. "I'll keep my eyes where they belong."

"See that you do." Gareth looks satisfied, but his eyes show he's not convinced. "You're not the only one watching you, new slave."

"I figured. This place has eyes everywhere."

"More than you know." He glances around the library. "The laundry witches say the Duke's wife might be coming back soon. Apparently, your... thing with her caused quite a stir."

"Laundry witches?"

"The women who do the washing. They know everything that happens in this house—they see the evidence in the bedsheets." He smirks. "They've been gossiping about Madame Rosalind's extra laundry since you showed up."

I feel my face get hot. Great, even the laundry staff knows I'm banging Rosalind.

"Don't look so embarrassed," Gareth says. "Half the noble ladies around here are desperate for a good fuck. Their husbands are too busy playing politics to please them."

He nods toward Lady Westfield in the corner. "Take her—husband's been gone for months. She comes to the library every day, always asking for books on 'marital happiness.' Read between the lines."

Despite being a dickhead, Gareth's actually giving me useful info. Either he's trying to distract me from Elara, or there's some game I don't get yet.

"Why tell me all this?"

"Because Lord Derek has plans for you." His expression darkens. "Plans that used to involve me. Just want to make sure you know your place—and where the boundaries are."

"Slave, I need these volumes immediately." Elara's voice cuts through our talk, sharp and commanding. "Gareth, you're needed in the east wing. Father is looking for you."

Gareth stiffens, caught between responding to her command and finishing our conversation.

The conflict is all over his face—he outranks her in the household, but she's still Lord Derek's daughter.

"I was just making sure the new slave understands his duties," he says carefully.

"And now I'm making sure you understand yours." Elara's tone turns ice-cold. "Father said it was urgent. Now."

For a second, I think Gareth might challenge her, but he finally gives a stiff nod. "Of course, Lady Elara." He gives me one last warning look. "Remember what I said."

As Gareth walks away, his shoulders tight, Elara watches him go with a satisfied smirk. The moment he's out of sight, her whole attitude changes. She moves like a predator, sliding between the shelves until she's right behind me.

"Well, looks like you're making friends," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. "I'd rather watch you fuck than make friends."

Her body presses against my back, her firm tits pushing against my shoulder blades. Despite her size, there's strength in her grip as her hand slides around to my chest.

"Your heart's racing," she murmurs. "Was Gareth scaring you, or is this for me?"

"What do you think?" I turn to face her, backing her against the bookshelf. For a second, surprise flashes in her eyes—she clearly expects men to bow down to her, not challenge her.

"I think you're playing a dangerous game," she says, but her pupils are wide with excitement.

"We both are."

Her hand slides down my chest, over my stomach, and lower. When she grabs the hard bulge in my pants, I have to bite back a groan.

"I need you to do something different for me," she says, giving my cock a firm squeeze that makes it throb. "Something with Madame Rosalind."

"What about her?" I manage to ask, my voice rougher than I meant it to be.

Elara guides my hand under her short dress, pressing my fingers against the wet heat between her legs. "I want to watch you dominate her."

I freeze, my fingers against her slick pussy. "What?"

"You heard me." Her eyes are bright with excitement. "I want to see you put her in her place. Tie up those massive tits she's so proud of. Make her crawl. Make her beg."

Holy shit. This tiny nobleman's daughter wants me to do BDSM with the head of household staff while she watches?

The image hits me like a punch—Rosalind's full curves tied up with rope, her proud attitude broken as she crawls at my feet, begging me to let her cum.

"And what would I get out of it?" I ask, my finger sliding between her folds, finding her clit. She gasps, her hips jerking forward.

Elara leans in, biting my earlobe hard enough to make me hiss. "Maybe I'll let you do the same to me someday."

My status window pops up, glowing blue in the corner of my vision:

[NEW QUEST]

Dominate Rosalind while Elara watches

Difficulty: High

Reward: 50 XP

Warning: Involves multiple high-risk targets

Fuck. This is getting intense real quick. Dominating Rosalind would be hard enough—she's naturally dominant and has been in charge for years.

Doing it while Elara watches adds a whole new level of danger. If Derek found out I was involving his daughter in sex stuff, I'm pretty sure my execution would be slow and painful.

"How exactly would this work?" I ask, still rubbing her slowly, feeling her get wetter. "Rosalind wouldn't just submit to me, and having you watch seems... complicated."

"Leave Rosalind to me," Elara purrs, grinding against my hand. "She owes me a favor, and she can't really refuse.

As for watching..." She reaches between us, boldly grabbing my cock through my pants. "There are ways. My father's house has many secrets—peepholes, hidden passages."

That explains how she knew about Rosalind and me. She's been watching us fuck.

Her smile is wicked as fuck. "I've seen everything you can do with that cock. Now I want to see what else you're capable of."

The idea of Elara watching me and Rosalind, touching herself while I dominate the older woman—it's so fucking hot my brain almost melts. But it's also incredibly dangerous.

"Your father—"

"Doesn't need to know," she cuts me off. "He's meeting with the Duke's envoy tomorrow night. The entire east wing will be busy with preparations." Her grip tightens on my cock. "You'll have instructions in your room tonight. Follow them exactly."

A voice calls from the main library. "Elara? Are you in here?"