Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

A rude servant Amara

Chad's POV

I slop back into the sheets breathing hard. "Now leave, Amara!"-i sigh out with relief. You fullfiled your duties. Very well, in fact. Thank you."

Suddenly her eyes snaps at me and it doesn't seem she's satisfied. Not that it concerns me... "Ouch...that...hurt. Simple thank you would suffice, you think? I'm staying for the night."

"No, you're not!"-i hiss, irritation fills every of the word that leave my lips. Who does she think she is?! She's just a servant, damn it!

"Well why not? Wasn't I good enough for you? You seemed to enjoy each minute of this! Each inch of my body!"

"Exactly. Enjoyed. Past tense. Now go."

All I really need at the moment is to get rid of Amara, so I can leave my chamber for a little investigation tour, but the bitch doesn't want to leave, obviously.

"How about I show you some other of my talents?"-she winks for me and throws the blanket off of her, exposing her perfectly tanned slim body.

Well...I actually consider another round, but... no no, Haynes! Focus. Serene. Think about her.

"I've seen it already. You really gotta go now, Ems! I'll call you or...whatever!"-i mumble still laying on the bed. "I'm not into cuddling after sex anyway."

"Do you really want me to leave?"-she teases again handing me a cigarette, which feels like a goose of fresh air for the choking one,-"you gave me a nickname. That's huge. Anyhow, the Duke told me to stay with you for whole night, so you can sleep like a baby, safe and sound. And since he's still a man in charge, i'm gonna fill his orders, not yours."

Her hand slips my torso all the way down, making me keep a breath in, while I enjoy each smoke greedily. She gazes at me with kinky eyes and I swear she wants to play again. "You're totally loaded! Don't tell me you don't want me."

"You're making a huge mistake if you think I give a damn about his orders or your needs."

However, she starts playing with her treat again, and then her hand starts wondering on her breasts in small circles, while the other hand crawls down between her legs, spread widely for helishly hot view, as if it could shut me up for another hour. "Ok, maybe another minute wouldn't hurt!"-i hiss and double down on her pleasure by getting my fingers in on the action.

What can I say? I'm still a man. Not totally alive, but not dead yet completely. And I don't hesitate as I quickly roll her over and do what I know best.

She screams and moans and curses in the same time, while i'm too busy playing hero in my secret subconscious world of hate. My thrusts are getting heavy and filled with anger, the kind of anger that I don't know where it's coming from.

It's not her. It's another bitch that I didn't even have to question to jump on my dick.

And when i'm almost done, for the second time already, she starts climbing off of my stiffie, and then does whatever it takes to bring me over the edge. She works me with her hand, giving me the old fashioned that is exactly what I need to work my way towards a big explosion.

"And once again. Thank you. Now go."

"Just calm down, mister! Take some rest. You must be exhausted after such rough night and i'm sure everything is magnified right now."

I smoke another cigarette quickly and jump out of the bed. "Trust me, I am no fun right now. Have to be somewhere else. Of course, you can stay, but i'm leaving. I don't give a fuck."

"You just did."

"You're missing a point here, smartass. Stay in bed, cuddle with the pillow or whatever, i'm out. I need to continue dreaming up conspiracy theories anyway."