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The hallway was dark.
She could smell him. It was musky and sweet and gentle, but rough and demanding, and intoxicated her impossibly further.
The butler pulled her aside into the even darker closet. She could feel his hunger in the way his grip tightened, the way he practically threw her against the wall.
“You teased me all night, darling, don’t pretend this isn’t exactly what you want.”
Her tongue darted out hungrily, ready to do exactly as he asked. “You gonna show me how much you want it, daddy?”
His eyes flashed even in the darkness. She could feel it in his scent, in the rumbling in his chest. He grabbed her by the wrist and pressed her hand against his cock in his trousers. It was rock hard. “You’re going to feel it.”
“Give it to me, please. Make me take it.”
“God, your tits look fucking perfect in this dress.” After a moment, he forced her by the waist to face the wall. She let out a whimper of submission when he hoisted her tight skirt up over her thick, beautiful ass, leaving a heavy smack on one cheek. Her French maid uniform made her irresistible to him.
“Please, daddy,” she begged, already in bliss at the feeling of her entire night’s desire coming true.
The sound of his belt buckle undoing sent her spiralling, and she tried pressing herself back against his erection, but he punished her with another slap. “Fucking impatient little slut.”
She knew what she deserved. And she couldn’t fucking wait. “Yes, daddy.”
“I’ve wanted you all fucking night, pretty thing. Since the moment I lay eyes on you.”
“Mhmm?” She moaned, starving for his body, and even more so his words. “What did you want to do to me?”
“I couldn’t help but think how beautiful you would look swollen with my child. Your tits so fucking heavy.
“Oh, fuck, daddy - ”
“I have a fucking load for you, darling, and you’re going to take it. All of it, right now.”
“Give it to me, fuck me, please,” she cried.
“Stay quiet like a good little whore, for me, will you?”
She nodded, feeling safe with his hand clamped over her mouth. When he released it, meeting her eyes, she watched a strand of his slicked back hair fall into his boyishly handsome face, looking down as he retrieved his cock from his trousers, belt jingling tantalizingly, and he pressed a firm hand at the dimples in her back to hold her in place.
Buzzing with anticipation for him to feel that she wasn’t wearing underwear, she whimpered, “Fill me with your cock, daddy, use me like your fucktoy.”
She felt him shiver when he notched the tip inside of her entrance, for she was soaked, and he slid his entire length inside of her with little regard for messiness. “Oh, sweet girl,” he moaned, filling her raw, feeling his balls pulsing with his seed, waiting to release. “What a fucking woman you are.”
He waited only a second before beginning to thrust, rutting into her relentlessly, answering her prayers.
“Come on, daddy, give me all your fucking cum.”
He grunted roughly, pulling her onto him with a steady slap, hands positioned skillfully at the juncture of her hips and thighs, and he could feel his release approaching fast.
“God, you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he praised, nearly lost in bliss. “I’m gonna breed you, just like that. Take it, take it, that’s it.”
“Ohhh fuccck, yes, yes, yessssss,” she wailed, eyes rolling back in her head with each thrust.
“Good girl, my good fucking girl,” His cock bruised her walls, pistoning his hips as he railed her, feeling her tighten around him. “You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll give me a son.”
“Anything, I’ll give you anything you want, daddy, just come in me!”
“That’s it, love, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking knock you up. You want this nut? Hm?” His fingers swept over her clit, building the momentum she needed.
“Yes, fuck! Fuck me!”
“Oh, here it comes, slut, take it deep, I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna nut in you, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming - ”
“Fuck, I’m cumming, daddy!”
He pounded her until she saw stars, his rock hard cock squirting his thick hot load deep inside her, ruining her, breeding her, her tight pussy milking his nut for every last drop.
When they were finished, he took his time pumping what had spilled back inside her with his fingers. He cleaned her up, pressing kisses across her exposed shoulder and collar, up the slope of her neck. “Divine,” he whispered, inhaling her scent once more before they would return to the party separately, and behave as though their relationship had only ever been professional.
At the end of the night, they would find each other again when everyone else had gone home. He would go upstairs, draw her a steaming bath in the primary suite, help her undress. Naked, she would stand before him, undoing his bowtie and relieving him of his suit and coattails. He would kiss her hand, guiding her into the bath, and once he made sure she was comfortable, he took her invitation. Settling into the hot, clear water behind her, he let himself begin to relax now that he had her in his arms for the night. For good.
She leaned back, surrendering her body against his flat and bandaged chest, retreating into the way their bodies would always fit together, no matter their shape. The reclamation of her feminine body and the “dirty” and “vulgar” tone of her pleasure, had always seen fit to marry the “girlish” shadow beneath his forever boyish features, the gentle nature at the root of his dominance. He was more of a man than her father or brothers had been. He was the only man she had ever desired as a lover.
The butler and the maid, each lived in service of the other, taking and giving and honouring the equal parts of themselves that belonged right here, in their sanctuary.
They answered to no one, their love and servitude a rewarding act of power, the kind that many take, and few deserve.