Chapter 43: A Maid’s Authority

Nemris remained seated over my hips.

For a moment after whispering those two extremely dangerous words into my ear, she did absolutely nothing.

Good boy.

Two words.

That was all.

And somehow my entire nervous system had filed a complaint.

Nemris leaned back just enough to look at me.

The maid outfit still looked unfairly good on her.

White lace.

Black fabric.

Stockings.

That tiny headpiece between her lion ears.

The apron resting across her waist.

Her cheeks were flushed, but the embarrassment I had seen earlier was steadily being replaced by confidence.

Terrible development.

Wonderful development.

I stayed where she had ordered me.

Hands down.

No touching unless invited.

Apparently tonight I was being subjected to the most attractive disciplinary hearing in royal history.

Nemris smiled faintly.

Then shifted her hips.

Slowly.

The movement pressed her against me through the remaining layers of clothing between us.

I inhaled.

She noticed.

Of course she noticed.

Nemris moved again.

A deliberate roll of her hips.

Then another.

The pressure traveled exactly where it needed to.

My body responded immediately.

Her lips parted.

Not dramatically.

Just enough for a small breath to escape.

She looked down at me.

I looked back.

“You planned this part too?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“No unnecessary talking, Master.”

“That sounded like a yes.”

Nemris ignored me.

She continued moving.

Slow.

Measured.

Her hips rocked forward.

Back.

Then forward again.

Each movement dragged the soft fabric of her maid skirt over me, making the whole situation increasingly unfair.

I reached instinctively toward her thighs.

Nemris did not slap my hands away this time.

Instead, she caught them.

One hand around each wrist.

Then she placed my palms against the outside of her thighs.

Interesting.

Permission granted.

I held her there.

Nemris’s hands slid down until her fingers threaded through mine.

She pressed our joined hands into the mattress beside my body.

Then her hips moved again.

Her mouth slowly opened.

Closed.

A breath escaped.

Another movement.

Another reaction.

I watched her face.

That was becoming one of my favorite hobbies.

Nemris tried to maintain control.

She really did.

Her expression remained composed for perhaps three more movements.

Then pleasure started winning.

Her brows pulled together.

Her breathing grew deeper.

Her lips stayed parted longer each time.

I smiled.

She immediately noticed.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking something.”

“I’m always thinking something.”

“That is unfortunate.”

She moved more firmly.

My breath caught.

Nemris smiled this time.

Oh.

So that was how tonight worked.

She was allowed to enjoy my reactions.

I was apparently forbidden from enjoying hers.

Royal corruption.

I should file a complaint.

Nemris sat straighter.

Her golden hair slid behind one shoulder.

Then she released one of my hands.

Her fingers moved toward my waist.

She began removing the remaining barriers herself.

First the fastening of my pants.

Then the fabric was pushed lower.

Out of the way.

My underwear followed.

Nemris’s eyes lowered.

That expression returned.

The same quiet satisfaction she had shown the first time she saw me fully exposed.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Still pleased?”

Her gaze lifted.

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

Good.

She adjusted herself.

Her hand reached beneath the edge of the maid skirt, shifting the thin fabric she wore beneath it carefully aside rather than removing anything.

Then she settled over me again.

This time there was nothing substantial separating us.

Warm skin.

Heat.

Wetness.

Immediate contact.

I breathed out.

Nemris’s eyes fluttered.

She did not join us yet.

Instead, she began moving against me.

Slowly.

Grinding along my length.

The sensation hit hard enough that my fingers tightened around her thighs.

Nemris noticed.

A quiet sound escaped her.

She rocked forward.

Then back.

Her body slid along me in one long movement.

Because of my size, she had to travel farther than she seemed to expect.

She looked down.

Apparently fascinated by the distance.

Then her eyes lifted to mine.

“Does this feel good, Master?”

Her voice was softer again.

Role fully restored.

I swallowed.

“Yes.”

Nemris smiled.

She moved again.

Longer.

Slower.

Heat following every motion.

Her wetness spread between us.

The friction became smoother.

More intense.

My breathing deepened.

Nemris’s did too.

She looked increasingly affected by her own teasing.

Her hips started moving faster.

The controlled rhythm slipping.

Her hands found mine again.

Fingers locked together.

She squeezed.

Hard.

I watched pleasure spread across her face.

The narrowed eyes.

The flushed cheeks.

The way her lips trembled whenever the pressure became stronger.

She was already close.

Fast.

Very fast.

I smiled.

Nemris gave me a warning look.

Then her hips rolled again.

The warning disappeared.

A moan slipped from her.

Louder than before.

She tightened her grip around my hands.

Her thighs trembled.

I could feel her whole body becoming tense above me.

“Already?”

Nemris looked at me.

“Master.”

“Yes?”

“Quiet.”

Fair.

I shut up.

Mostly because watching her was better anyway.

Her hips sped up.

The maid skirt shifted around us with every movement.

Her breathing broke into small gasps.

Then her body seized.

Nemris cried out.

Her head tilted back.

Her fingers clamped around mine.

Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten at once.

Then the pleasure broke through her.

She shivered violently.

One loud moan filled the room.

Her hips lost rhythm completely.

A few desperate motions.

Then none.

Nemris sagged.

Her body folded forward.

Her face landed against my chest.

I released her hands.

Wrapped one arm lightly around her.

For several seconds, she just breathed against me.

Warm.

Fast.

Uneven.

I brushed my fingers through her golden hair.

“That was quick.”

Nemris pinched my side.

“Ow.”

“Don’t tease me.”

“I’m complimenting efficiency.”

She pinched harder.

“Understood.”

Eventually her breathing slowed.

I assumed she might rest.

That assumption lasted perhaps five seconds.

Nemris kissed my chest.

Once.

Then lower.

Another kiss.

She moved down my body carefully.

Her lips touched the center of my chest.

Then my stomach.

Then my abs.

Naturally, she paused there.

I looked down.

Nemris kissed one ridge.

Then another.

Then rested her hand across them.

I laughed.

“You really do have a problem.”

“They’re fascinating.”

“You’ve said.”

“I was correct.”

She remained there longer than necessary.

Tracing.

Kissing.

Enjoying herself.

Then she moved lower.

Her hand reached me again.

Soft fingers wrapped around me.

Warm.

Very warm.

She looked up.

Our eyes met.

Nemris began moving her hand.

Slowly.

One long stroke.

Then another.

My breath shifted.

Her eyes immediately brightened.

There it was again.

That satisfaction.

She loved seeing what worked.

Loved discovering which touch made my muscles tense.

Which rhythm changed my breathing.

Which pressure made my fingers grip the sheets.

I reached down.

My hand moved into her hair.

Nemris caught my wrist.

Stopped me.

Then calmly placed my hand back beside me.

I stared.

She looked innocent.

“You’re strict tonight.”

“I told you to stay still.”

“I was touching your hair.”

“That counts.”

“This maid service has aggressive policies.”

Nemris leaned closer.

Her tongue touched me.

My argument collapsed.

Well.

Fair enough.

She started slowly.

One teasing pass.

Then another.

Her tongue traveled along me with deliberate curiosity.

Up.

Down.

Around.

Testing every reaction.

My entire body tightened.

Nemris looked up.

Very pleased.

She repeated what worked.

Then altered it slightly.

More pressure.

Different angle.

Another slow trail.

The woman was conducting field research.

Extremely effective field research.

I exhaled.

“Nemris.”

She paused.

Looked at me.

“You are getting dangerously good at this.”

Her lips curved.

She did not answer.

Instead, she leaned down.

Her mouth replaced her tongue.

At first, only a little.

Then more.

Gradually.

Her lips moved carefully.

Warmth surrounded me.

Her head lowered.

Then rose.

Slow.

Controlled.

She kept her eyes on mine.

Of course she did.

Every movement came with observation.

Every reaction became data.

I resisted the urge to guide her.

Mostly because she had made the rules very clear.

And partly because watching Nemris take complete control was doing terrible things to my self-discipline.

She continued.

Deeper each time.

Her hand assisted whenever she needed.

Her breathing changed.

She adjusted.

Learned.

Then continued again.

At one point, she paused, took a breath, and returned with even more confidence.

I laughed quietly.

The sound became a groan immediately afterward.

Nemris’s eyes glittered.

“Oh, you’re proud of yourself.”

She continued.

No answer needed.

Eventually the sensation became intense enough that I could feel myself getting close.

Nemris noticed before I said anything.

Naturally.

She pulled away.

I stared.

She sat back.

“That’s enough.”

I blinked.

“That’s cruel.”

“You’re not supposed to complain.”

“I’m the Master.”

“Tonight, apparently the servant controls the schedule.”

“Extremely rebellious maid.”

Nemris smiled.

Then rose over me.

Her hands returned to my chest.

Her body positioned itself above mine.

Now I understood.

She had not stopped.

She had simply moved to the next phase.

Nemris reached down.

Guided me toward her.

Our eyes met.

The confident expression flickered.

Just slightly.

Then she began lowering herself.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Her breath caught at the first contact.

She continued.

Little by little.

Taking her time.

Her face tightened from the stretch.

Pleasure mixed with discomfort.

She paused once.

Breathed.

Then continued.

Until finally she settled fully over me.

A long moan escaped her.

Nemris’s hands pressed against my chest.

Her head lowered.

Golden hair fell around her face.

I held still.

Completely.

Her command.

For several seconds, she simply stayed there.

Adjusting.

Feeling.

Her body warm around mine.

Then she lifted her head.

Her eyes looked different.

Darkened by pleasure.

She moved.

Slowly upward.

Then lowered herself again.

Her mouth opened.

A quiet sound escaped.

Another motion.

Then another.

Each one smoother than the last.

Nemris watched me carefully.

Her hips established a rhythm.

Up.

Down.

Pause.

Then again.

She adjusted until she found something that made my breathing deepen.

Immediately repeated it.

I smiled.

“You’re studying again.”

Nemris bent lower.

Her face close to mine.

“Yes.”

“You’re supposed to be serving, not conducting experiments.”

“This helps me serve better.”

Impossible to argue with that logic.

Her movements became quicker.

Less cautious.

Her hands stayed against my chest.

Then one traveled upward toward my shoulder for balance.

The maid skirt moved around her legs.

White apron fluttering slightly.

Nemris leaned backward.

Her hands briefly left me.

She reached toward the front of her uniform.

Opened enough of the top to free her chest.

Her breasts slipped into view.

Heavy.

Soft.

Moving naturally with every rise and fall of her body.

I stared.

Nemris caught me.

She smiled.

Then grabbed both my wrists.

Placed my hands against her chest.

“Hold them.”

I did.

She narrowed her eyes.

“Harder.”

Permission was a wonderful thing.

I squeezed.

Nemris gasped.

Her hips immediately accelerated.

Interesting.

I kneaded her breasts more firmly.

Her moan grew louder.

I tried again.

Harder.

Her movements became faster.

There was the connection.

I smiled.

Nemris’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Like that.”

I obeyed.

My thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks.

She shivered.

Her hips slammed down harder.

Again.

Again.

Every stronger touch drew a stronger movement from her.

Every squeeze brought another moan.

She was unraveling quickly.

Her entire body moving with less control.

“You’re enjoying this.”

Nemris opened her eyes.

“What was your first clue?”

“The screaming.”

“I am not screaming.”

I squeezed again.

She cried out.

I raised an eyebrow.

Nemris glared.

“Quiet.”

“Technically you’re the loud one.”

She leaned down and kissed me.

Effective censorship.

Her tongue entered my mouth.

I let her lead.

Completely.

Her hips never stopped.

The rhythm became faster beneath the kiss.

Her breasts pressed against my hands.

Her body started trembling.

Nemris broke away just enough to breathe.

“I’m close again.”

I smiled.

“Your body really likes me.”

Her expression softened.

Then turned mischievous.

“It has excellent taste.”

“That was almost arrogant.”

“I learned from you.”

Terrible.

She kissed me again.

Hard.

Her tongue moved confidently against mine.

Her hips accelerated.

I let her control everything.

The angle.

The pace.

The kiss.

Her hands gripped my shoulders.

Then moved into my hair.

She was losing herself.

The smooth rhythm broke down into desperate movements.

Faster.

Harder.

Less precise.

Nemris pulled away from the kiss.

Her forehead rested against mine.

“I’m going crazy.”

I smiled.

“That sounds healthy.”

“Stop talking.”

“Right.”

She kissed me again.

Her hips moved even harder.

Her breathing turned ragged.

Then suddenly her entire body tightened.

Nemris moaned into my mouth.

The sound broke between our lips.

Her legs trembled.

Her body shivered violently above me.

She kept moving through the first wave.

Then lost the rhythm completely.

Her climax hit with enough force that she almost collapsed.

I caught her waist.

Held her steady.

Nemris cried out again.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders.

Finally, the trembling slowed.

Her body sagged forward.

Her face dropped against the side of my neck.

I wrapped both arms around her.

For a while, she simply breathed.

Hot air against my skin.

Slowly settling.

Then she whispered, “That felt really good.”

I kissed the side of her head.

“Glad the service meets expectations.”

Nemris gave a tired laugh.

That was when I moved.

Her eyes widened.

I held her securely and rolled us.

She landed on her back.

I remained over her.

We never separated.

Nemris blinked up at me.

Her golden hair spread across the pillows.

The maid outfit was thoroughly disordered now.

Apron crooked.

Top open.

Skirt gathered around her thighs.

Still cute.

Possibly cuter.

I repositioned her legs.

Lifted them carefully until they rested against my shoulders.

Nemris inhaled sharply.

Her eyes widened.

I leaned down.

My hands slid beneath her shoulders from behind, holding her close.

Our faces were inches apart.

I smiled.

“Now it’s the Master’s turn.”

Nemris’s expression changed.

A mixture of excitement and alarm.

“Wait…”

Too late.

I kissed her.

Deeply.

And moved.

Hard.

Immediately.

Nemris’s gasp disappeared into my mouth.

Her entire body jolted beneath me.

The sound of our bodies meeting echoed through the room.

Sharp.

Rhythmic.

The bed shook.

I moved again.

Hard.

Again.

Faster.

Nemris broke the kiss just to breathe.

A loud moan escaped.

I watched her expression.

That was what I wanted.

Her control evaporating.

Her eyes unfocused.

Her mouth open.

Her face flushed from throat to cheeks.

She looked nothing like the disciplined Lord Commander who could terrify soldiers by standing silently.

Pleasure had completely dismantled that woman.

I increased the pace.

The room filled with sound.

Her breathing.

My breathing.

The mattress.

The soft impacts.

Nemris’s increasingly helpless moans.

She reached up.

Both hands caught my face.

Her eyes tried to focus on mine.

“Harder.”

I smiled.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

I moved harder.

Nemris cried out.

Her nails pressed into my neck.

“More.”

I obeyed.

The rhythm became brutal enough that the bed creaked in protest.

Nemris’s breasts shook with every movement.

Her head rolled against the pillow.

Then she looked at me again.

“Harder, Master.”

Well.

If the maid insisted.

I stopped holding back.

Nemris lost whatever remained of her composure.

Her moans came constantly now.

No embarrassment.

No effort to stay quiet.

Every strong movement drove another reaction through her.

Her hands alternated between gripping my shoulders, clutching the sheets, and pulling me closer.

She looked overwhelmed.

Exactly the way she liked.

I kissed her neck.

Nemris shuddered.

Then she gasped.

“I’m close again.”

I lifted my head.

“That was fast.”

“It’s your fault.”

“Everything is my fault.”

“Yes.”

Another hard movement.

Nemris cried out.

“You’re too good at this.”

I laughed breathlessly.

“Compliment accepted.”

Her legs tightened against my shoulders.

Her breathing became frantic.

Then she looked directly into my eyes.

“Master.”

Something in her tone changed.

Need.

Not joking.

Not roleplay alone.

“Yeah?”

Her cheeks darkened.

“Please…”

She swallowed.

“When you finish…”

I already understood.

Nemris forced herself to say it anyway.

“Finish inside me.”

There it was.

Clear.

I kissed her softly once.

“I will.”

Nemris relaxed for half a second.

Then the rhythm resumed.

Faster.

Harder.

Both of us were close now.

I could feel the tension gathering.

Nemris could too.

Her fingers curled around the back of my neck.

She pulled me down.

Our mouths met.

The kiss became messy immediately.

Too much movement.

Too little breath.

Too close to the edge.

I moved faster.

Nemris’s body started trembling.

She moaned against my lips.

I felt my own limit approaching.

Closer.

Closer.

Then together.

Nemris’s body seized beneath me.

Her nails dug into my neck.

She cried out.

I pushed deep and held her close as release overtook me at the same moment.

Heat.

Pressure.

Then relief.

Nemris shivered violently.

Her legs tightened.

The climax rolled through both of us for several long seconds.

Neither of us moved properly.

We simply held each other while the sensation slowly faded.

Eventually my arms gave up.

I collapsed gently over her.

My face landed against her chest.

Soft.

Warm.

Excellent pillow.

Nemris’s breathing gradually slowed beneath me.

One hand found my hair.

Her fingers combed through it.

Slow.

Affectionate.

I closed my eyes.

“This is a good place to die.”

Nemris laughed weakly.

“Don’t.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“You’re heavy.”

“Cruel.”

She continued stroking my hair.

Then after a while, Nemris slipped both hands around my face.

She gently guided me upward.

I looked at her.

Her cheeks were still deeply flushed.

Her hair was a beautiful disaster.

The maid headpiece had somehow survived.

Heroic little thing.

Nemris stared into my eyes.

“I want more.”

I laughed.

“Of course you do.”

She pulled me closer.

Gave me a short kiss.

Sweet.

Almost innocent.

Which was hilarious considering everything else.

Then she whispered, “I want you to keep using me until I can’t walk.”

I stared.

Nemris did not look away.

She meant it.

I smiled.

“That is a difficult request.”

Her eyebrows rose.

“You’re refusing?”

“No.”

I touched one of her thighs.

“You’re absurdly durable.”

Nemris was a monster in combat.

Not literally.

But the woman fought elite generals and treated injuries like mild inconveniences.

Making her unable to walk was not exactly beginner difficulty.

I kissed her cheek.

“But I’d love to accept the challenge.”

Nemris’s smile returned.

Slow.

Satisfied.

Then she whispered, “Do it, Master.”

So I did.

Again.

And again.

And several more times after counting stopped serving any purpose.

The night stretched around us.

Hours blurred together.

Sometimes Nemris controlled everything.

Sometimes I did.

Sometimes the maid tried to serve her Master with impressive dedication.

Sometimes the Master decided his servant had become entirely too confident and needed reminding who the title belonged to.

Nemris wanted intensity.

That remained obvious.

She liked being overwhelmed.

Liked being pushed until her voice broke.

Liked reaching the point where her strength failed and she had nothing left except trust.

And every time exhaustion started catching up with her, she would eventually look at me again.

See that I was ready.

Then somehow find another reserve of determination.

The maid outfit remained on the entire time.

Her insistence.

I offered once to remove it.

Nemris immediately refused.

“No.”

I looked at the wrinkled apron.

The displaced stockings.

The little headpiece hanging slightly sideways.

“You’re committed.”

“I like it.”

“Clearly.”

She adjusted the headpiece herself.

Then looked at me.

“Master.”

And apparently that settled the matter.

So the maid outfit stayed.

All night, Nemris remained my maid, and I remained her Master, while she eagerly devoted herself to pleasing me.