Devil's Archive

THE BUTLER

I tossed my bag somewhere as I threw myself on the bed. What a life. Socializing with the high society really takes the soul out of me. Those two-faced motherfucker keep sending their petty children to me, knowing damn well that I possessed the money they can't have. I scroll through my phone as I hear the knocking from the door.

"It's time for your dinner, Madam," Giovanni said with courtesy as he headed towards me. He's my butler. He's been serving me since we're still teens. We basically grew up together, but he always views me as his boss, even though I already said not to be too formal to me. He's always with me and helps me with everything. I can trust him with anything.

"I'm not in the mood to eat Vanni, come here closer."

"You need to eat something later, Ma'am." I rolled my eyes at his remarks. One thing about him is he's a bit of a pushover.

"Tell me what you want, come on. I can serve you anything." I ignored him as my eyes travelled on his body. What a tall jerk. My mind wondered and decided to do something exciting. I want to tease him. Teasing him is entertaining as fuck. We've already crossed our boundaries, so, what's stopping me?

"Anything huh?"

"Yes Ma'am,"

"Serve yourself then."

"huh?"

"uh?"

I didn't let him time to think as I drag him to the bed with me. He lay surprised as I made my move and sat on top of him. His flustered and surprised face brings me to thrill as he tries to escape.

"Stay, don't move."

"But ma'am-,"

"Stay still, Giovanni, that's a command."

I looked down at him. He's trying to avoid my stare as his head faces the other side. He attempted to cover his face with his arms, but I forbid him to do so as I capture his hands and held it on his stomach.

He tried his best to avoid my gaze as he squirms. Even if he wants to move, he can't just do it. He'll do anything for me as long as I command it. Even being my personal slut. What a good dog to have.

"Wait, Ma'am," his breathing started to become heavy as I move slowly against his crotch where I sit. I watch him and continue to move my hips against him in a very slow manner. I can feel his thing getting hard as I rub myself against him.

Watching him to resist the urge of getting hard while he squirms make my heart beat faster. I can feel the heat runs to my cheeks as I control him. He can really make me feel things that other man can't do. He's hungry for my touch yet, resisting it in every manner. Watching him to struggle aroused me much that I want to play with him until he's begging.

His breath hitches as I free his hands. I rub myself against him faster and unbuttoned his shirt. I can feel the heat of his skin against my palm as I roam my hands into his body. His back arched every time my mound rubs against his clothed shaft.

"Ma'am please," he started to plead. His eyes shine as tried to compose himself not to give in every time my hips moves against him.

"Please what?"

"Hnggh please,"

My senses heightened as my hands explore his body. His stomach, chest up to his neck. I reach for his face as I planted little kisses on his face.

"Please what? Be specific Giovanni. I hate wasting time."

My other hand reaches for his pants and rubbed his clothed erection. His hips beg to touch him more as he lifts his waist to rut on my hands against his aching shaft.