Yes, Monsieur?

Please fuck me, Sir

~Andy's POV~

It had been around a week since Mister had sent me away for admitting my feelings for him. I'd felt so down and depressed all week, though I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that Mister probably didn't want me anymore. He'd go for another prettier servant that would be able to speak English amazingly. I was learning though, and I was picking it up fast so it wouldn't be too long before I'd be able to have a normal conversation in English.

I was currently sitting in my room staring out the window blankly as I relived my moments with Mister in my mind. I was like a heartbroken teenage girl, I would take him back so quickly. We weren't even dating, but it felt the same to me. I'd only had one boyfriend back in France. He'd never been kind to me. He would make fun of me, sometimes he slapped me, but I had convinced myself it was out of love. Since then I'd avoided relationships.

That was until I'd met Mister though. He'd changed my mind, he had treated me with such kindness, he was gentle with me. I craved his touch badly.. my body began to heat up at the thought of Mister's hands touching me in my private places.

It was too early in the morning to be feeling this horny, but I couldn't help it as my body tingled, reacting as I began to slowly touch myself. My hands felt cold in comparison to my warm dick. I hadn't touched myself all week, I'd felt too down to, but now, I needed this so badly.

My fingers were soon inside myself, curling and pressing against my prøstate, my other hand wrapped around my dîck bringing me closer to my ørgasm with every stroke. Soft moans left my lips as I imagined it was Mister touching me with his warm hands.

I was close, so close and I didn't even know what time it was. My eyes were closed but they flew open when my door slammed against the wall. I let out a gasp at the fright I'd gotten, looking at the doorway, frozen.

Mister was standing there, at first he seemed angry but he quickly calmed down. I wonder why he was angry?

"Doll... why are you getting yourself off?" He questioned. The first thing he'd said to me after telling me to leave.

"I-I..." I stammered, feeling very exposed and nervous all of a sudden. What did I tell him? I was thinking of him and I got really horny?

Mister smirked, "Get on the bed and I'll help you." He was confident, closing the door so no one would see us. I doubted there was anyone still in this area of the house though, it was afternoon.

My hands left my body and I rose, walking shakily over to my bed, sitting on it while facing Mister. My lips were trembling as he walked closer to me, taking my chin in his grip. "I thought someone else had their hands on you for a moment." He whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before he pushed me down, his hands moving to bring me back to where I'd been before.

I shamelessly let moans fall from my lips as Mister's fingers invaded my body, curling and scissoring, moving in and out at a fast pace. His mouth was sucking on my nipples, stimulating my body further and making my cøck drip with pre-cum.

"A-ah, Mister..." I moaned, my back arching as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of me. He knew what he was doing and it was making me forget all the heartbreak I'd been feeling before he came into my room and invaded my privacy, my body.

It didn't take long before he brought me over the edge, my ørgasm spilling over his hand which he cleaned up with his tongue. He looked so sexy like that... but as I calmed down from the excitement of the moment, I remembered what had happened a week before.

"Monsieur..." I hesitated, looking away from him because I still felt hurt that he'd sent me away like that. "I... why?" I questioned him, upset all over again as he pulled me to sit up again. Himself sitting beside me.