Chapter - 66

"On your knees, maid," Leo commanded softly. His voice was not a request. "Finish the job."

Seraphine didn't hesitate for a second. She slid off the desk, her high heels landing softly on the thick carpet. She lowered herself slowly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

The short skirt pooled around her hips, and her heavy breasts bounced in the tight corset as she hit the floor. She knelt between his legs, looking up at him with adoring, hungry eyes. She was completely under his spell.

She reached out with trembling hands, grasping his hips to steady herself. Her fingers dug into his muscles, her nails scratching lightly against his skin. She didn't touch him intimately yet. She just breathed him in. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the front of his thighs, inhaling the scent of musk and arousal from his body.

"You smell like trouble, Master," she murmured against his skin.

She turned her head, pressing a reverent kiss to his hip bone, then trailed her lips inward. She kissed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, her hot breath ghosting over him, teasing him.

Leo twitched. The anticipation was already tightening his gut.

Finally, she moved to his cock. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the head of his shaft. It was like a gentle greeting.

"Beautiful," she whispered against the velvet skin.

"Enough waiting," Leo ordered, thrusting his hips forward.

But Seraphine didn't take him in immediately. Instead, she pulled back slightly. She reached up and grabbed her own breasts. She squeezed them together with both hands, pushing the mounds of flesh up until they touched, creating a deep, soft valley of cleavage.

Leo watched, mesmerized. The black bodice, her pale skin, and the red flush of her chest was striking.

Seraphine leaned forward and trapped his big shaft between her breasts.

The sensation was smooth and hot. Her skin was incredibly soft. She began to slide her head up and down, using her tits to stroke him. She looked up at him, biting her lip, watching his reaction as his cock disappeared between her breasts and reappeared, glistening with her sweat.

"Does this please the Master?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"It pleases me," Leo said, his voice dropping, "Now use your tongue."

She obeyed. As the head of his cock popped out from between her cleavage, she leaned her head forward and licked it. She swirled her tongue around the rim, coating it in saliva. Then she dragged her tongue down the underside.

Leo hissed. His hips bucked involuntarily.

She continued sliding him between her breasts, and licking the tip, then sliding down again.

He reached down and tangled his hands in her hair.

"Open," he ordered.

She released her breasts and looked up. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.

Leo guided himself toward her. He didn't just push in. He painted her lips with the pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip. She tasted it eagerly, humming with delight.

Then, she took him.

The sensation was electric. Her mouth was hot, wet, and incredibly tight. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive ridge, before bobbing her head down to take more.

Leo groaned, his head falling back, "That's it."

"Deeper," he ordered.

Seraphine obeyed instantly. She relaxed her throat, opening it up. She pushed her head forward, forcing herself down onto him. Inch by inch, she swallowed him. Her lips slid down his shaft, past the veins, down to the base.

Leo hissed through his teeth. The feeling of being sheathed so deep inside her was mind-blowing. He could feel the soft pulses of her throat around the head of his cock.

She held him there for a second, humming against his length, the vibration traveling straight to his groin. Then she began to pull back, creating a suction.

She began a rhythm. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard on the upstroke. The room filled with the lewd, wet sounds of suction and her soft moans vibrating against his shaft.

Leo looked down. The sight was incredible.

The wife of the most powerful man in town was wearing a skimpy maid's outfit that barely contained her assets. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked.

"Look at me," Leo commanded.

Seraphine's eyes snapped open. They were watery and glazed with lust. She looked up at him without breaking her rhythm.

Leo moved his hands to the back of her head. He began to set the pace. He thrust his hips forward, driving into her mouth. She took every inch, her eyes widening slightly at the depth, but she didn't pull away.

He fucked her face.

"You like that?" Leo grunted, looking down at her pretty face distorted by his size, "You like serving your Master?"

"Mmmph!" she moaned around him, nodding her head frantically. Her hands left his hips and moved to her own body. One hand went to her breast, squeezing the nipple through the fabric. The other hand went between her legs, rubbing her clit through the fabric of the skirt.

Leo watched her pleasure herself while she pleasured him. It was too much.

"Take it deep," he growled, "Take it all."

He drove into her hard, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she clamped her lips tighter, milking him.

"You are a natural at this," he praised her, his voice rough and guttural, "A perfect little slut for me."

Seraphine released her clit and moved her hand to the base of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking him there, playing with his balls, adding to the friction.

She twisted her hand as she stroked, creating a corkscrew sensation that combined with the suction of her mouth.

Leo felt the pressure building rapidly. The combination of her tight throat, her skilled tongue, and her hand was pushing him toward the edge. His legs started to shake. The pleasure was spiking, white-hot and blinding.

It would be so easy to finish right here. To grab her hair, hold her still, and pump his seed down her throat. To paint her pretty face with his mark and be done with it.

He wanted to. He wanted to see her messily claiming his release.

But he stopped himself.

He wasn't done with her body yet. He wanted to claim all of her. He wanted to feel her tighten around him in other ways.

He gripped her shoulders firmly. His fingers dug in, bruising the skin.

"Stop."

He pulled her back.

Pop!

She released him with a loud, wet sound. A long, thick string of saliva and pre-cum connected his tip to her lip for a moment before breaking and landing on her chin.

She looked up at him, dazed and dizzy. Her lips were slick and red, swollen from his size. Her mouth hung open slightly, panting. A mixture of saliva and fluid coated her chin, dripping onto the black bodice of her uniform.

"Master?" she asked, a whine in her voice. She looked genuinely disappointed. She licked her lips, tasting him, "Did I do something wrong? Please... I was ready to swallow. Let me finish..."

"No," Leo said, his voice thick and strained. He looked at his glistening cock, then back at her face, "You did everything right. But we are not done. I am not wasting this on your face."

He needed to be inside her.

He reached down and grabbed her upper arms, hauling her up to her feet effortlessly. She stumbled against him, her legs wobbly from kneeling.

"Turn around," he ordered.

He spun her around and shoved her forward. She stumbled slightly, catching herself on the desk.

He bent her over.

Her chest pressed against the cold desk. Her breath fogged up the surface of the wood. She arched her back instinctively, presenting herself to him.

Leo stood behind her. He shoved her short skirt up, bunching the black and white fabric at her narrow waist.

He looked at her ass. It was perfect. Round, pale, and framed by the white stockings and the garters. And just as he suspected, she wasn't wearing panties.

Her nether regions were bare to his eyes. She was soaking wet. The lips were swollen and pink, glistening in the candlelight. She was slick with anticipation, dripping onto her inner thighs.

Leo pressed his chest against her back. He could feel her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. He reached around with both hands and cupped her heavy breasts again. He weighed them in his hands, then pinched the nipples hard through the fabric.

Seraphine cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. She arched her back further, pushing her ass back against his hips. She could feel his hardness pressing against her ass cheeks.

"Now," Leo whispered in her ear. His voice was dark, dangerous, "Let's see if you can take your Master properly."

He didn't rush. He wanted to torture her a little bit more.

Smack!

He reached down with one hand. He spanked her right cheek.

"Eeeh!!!" Seraphine yelped, her flesh jiggling from the impact. A red handprint began to bloom on her pale skin.

"Please," she sobbed, wiggling her hips, "Please, Master. Don't be so rough."

Leo used one hand to spread her cheeks. He guided himself to her entrance. He rubbed the broad head of his cock against her wet slit, teasing her, coating himself in her juices. He circled the entrance, pressing against her pussy but not entering.

"You are so wet," he smirked, "Beg for it."

"Please!" she begged into the empty room, "Please fuck me, Master! Please fill your maid!"

Leo grinned, a savage, conquering expression on his face. This was better than any gold or loot.

He positioned himself at the opening. He grabbed her hips to hold her steady.

He pushed the tip in. Just an inch.

The resistance was tight, hot, and perfect. She clamped around him instantly.

Seraphine gasped, her fingers clawing at the wood of the desk.

"Yes... Master... fill me..."

Leo paused there, just at the entrance, stretching her open. He leaned down and bit her earlobe.

"Good girl," he growled.

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