Beautiful Stillness ✔️

Chapter 04: Maid Suit (Mature)

Chapter 04: Maid Suit (Mature)

The night was still young. How many times did Ulysses ponder whether he should go to his young master's room or simply sleep? He was afraid it was a joke, but he was even more afraid his young master was serious about what he said and was expecting him. After a few moments of deliberation, he chose to simply go to its room; if it wasn't true and told him he was stupid, at least he complied.

When he arrived at his chamber, he carefully knocked on his door. And he was taken aback when his young master's stern expression caught him off guard. The room was semi-dark. He's sitting on a chair facing the door, probably waiting for him. Arms crossed across his chest, brow furrowed, and eyes intent.

Ulysses' anxiety increased as a result. His young master didn't appear relaxed, his brow furrowed as he stared at him with focus. The air felt heavy, charged with anticipation.

"Ulysses..." Lord Damond called. Ulysses lowered his head to greet him. "Would you allow me to do my fantasies to you?"

Ulysses stood there in shock, not knowing what to do or what to say about the situation. He came here uncertain but he knew he had a choice.

"Allow me, hmm?" Lord Damond asked again, slower, waiting.

Ulysses nodded.

Lord Damond didn't waste a second, but his posture softened, his movements deliberate. The atmosphere shifted, tense but mutual.

"What did I tell you?" His low voice echoed in the room. It was controlled, restrained.

Ulysses looked down, breathing unevenly.

"I told you to come earlier, didn't I?"

When his young master stood up and approached him, Ulysses instinctively stepped back but Lord Damond stopped when he did, giving him time. Only when Ulysses stayed did Damond close the distance, pressing him gently against the wall. His hand rested at his neck but not tight, not restraining and he licked, sucked, and bit slowly. Ulysses weakened, leaning into him, supported by Lord Damond's shoulder as his knees trembled.

"Are you teasing me?" Lord Damond murmured.

Tears streamed down his freckled cheeks not from fear, but from overwhelming sensation. He trembled, hands lifting as he signed.

[No, young master. I want this.]

His young master exhaled against his ear and nibbled his earlobe, making him whimper. Ulysses could only moan softly, small sounds filling the chamber.

Lord Damond pulled away. "I wanted to be gentle," he said lowly, eyes dark. "But you look like you're asking for more."

Ulysses looked up, eyes glassy, nodding quickly.

[Yes, young master.]

"You're not backing out?" His tone sharpened—not threatening, but testing.

Ulysses shook his head immediately, hands signing again.

[No. I want to stay. Please.]

Ulysses' eyes welled up again. Lord Damond wiped the tears away. When Ulysses looked at him, the young master was smiling though not kind, not cruel, but hungry.

"Calm down," he murmured. "I haven't even started yet."

Lord Damond moved away and picked up a maid suit.

"Strip," the young master said.

Ulysses hesitated, then nodded.

[I understand, young master.]

"I need to hear your answer," Lord Damond said quietly.

Ulysses swallowed and signed clearly.

[Yes.]

His chest felt heavy, but not unwilling. Just as instructed, he undressed until only the lower covering remained. His young master watched him closely, eyes burning with approval. Ulysses trembled not from fear, but anticipation.

He had imagined and dreamed of this moment. Now that it was happening, his nerves threatened to swallow him whole. His young master felt different; dominant, commanding but he was still watching him, waiting for him to pull away if he wanted to. And that authority made him submit willingly.

"Change into this maid suit," the young master said, tossing it to him. "Now."

[Yes, young master.]

Ulysses quickly dressed in front of him, self-conscious of every movement. His young master watched intently, eyes tracing every inch of his body. Shame and heat burned his cheeks when he realized how he looked.

The outfit was far too exposed. It was just short enough that half of his legs were visible. Fortunately, he doesn't have any hair. His body is smooth, one of the reasons why he looks feminine. The shirt had a heart-shaped cut on the chest, his nipples visible, hugging his thin waist.

"Bend over," Damond said. "Let me see you."

Ulysses hesitated only a second before obeying, tears blurring his vision as he bent over.

Ulysses whimpered when his young master lifted the skirt. "Fuck," he muttered. "How do you have such a perfect ass?"

Ulysses moaned when his young master caressed his ass cheeks slow and teasing. Lord Damond's hands guided his hips, and Ulysses followed instinctively. When his underwear was torn away, he gasped and when the first spank landed, his voice broke into loud moans.

"Hngg, ahhh...!"

Lord Damond struck his plump ass again and again. He felt the sting, the echoing sound of skin meeting palm. It was painful but the pleasure outweighed it, curling deep inside him.

"Don't hold back," Lord Damond said. "I want to hear you."