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The Maid and The Master
Klay entered the kitchen, finding Steph relaxing at the counter. He laid down a tray of coffee in front of Steph, but not just any type of coffee. "Café au lait," according to the Master, served in a petite cup on a delicate platter with a teaspoon. Next to that arrangement was a small pristine bowl containing a handful of sugar cubes.
"Café au lait," Klay carefully pronounced, "Master."
His eyes creeped up to peek at Steph's reaction. It was a smirk that could not be distinguished between content or sadistic. Knowing that to stare was of complete disrespect, Klay immediately averted his eyes away, only to see the red ribbon across the counter. He subtly flinched at the sight, but maintained his posture.
"Mrhm," Steph sighed. "Thank you, Maid."
Klay's face immediately flushed and felt his eyes dilating. He pressed his lips tightly together, trying not to react to his name as "Maid."
Klay switched his focus back to the ribbon across the counter. The sight inserted images back into his mind. He remembered being in Steph's bedroom at night. Every light in the house was off except for the few lit candles in the bedroom. In front of Klay was Steph, half naked safe for underwear and shorts. To the right was a mahogany nightstand. To the left was a mahogany dresser. Beneath Klay were the velvet duvet and linen sheets. Above his head were his wrists, tied together with the red ribbon, attached to the top of the headboard.
Klay didn't fight against the restraints. In fact, he accepted it and succumbed to his weak side, but furrowed his brows and gaped his mouth in fear. Too hard to conceal, Steph noticed the twinge of horror in Klay's face.
"Don't worry," Steph purred while crawling onto Klay. "Just let me control this ride, okay?"
Klay nodded with his lips pursed and cheeks red hot.
"But I need you to do me a favor."
The room grew warm as they hypnotized each other with their stares.
"You must answer me," Steph said.
"Yes."
"Answer me correctly."
"Yes, Master."
Steph smirked. "Good. Now beg for me."
Klay hesitated. He could see the growing impatience in his master's face. Klay then reluctantly spoke.
"Oh, please, Master," he paused. "F-fuck me."
"You're gonna have to do more than that," Steph replied while pinning Klay's shoulder's against the headboard.
Klay grew red hot and hung his head in shame.
"Master, please. I want you inside me. I need your flesh. Please, I want you so bad. I want your tongue everywhere on my body. I want to taste you and your juices. Please, Master, Please–"
And immediately, Klay was taken.
Klay cleared his mind of the flashbacks. He heard the sound of Steph's voice.
"You like last night?"
Klay replied with a polite nod and with a reluctant "Yes, Master."
"Good. It'll get more exciting tonight."
Damn, Klay thought, two nights in a row? He couldn't remember the last time he had sex twice in a row. There's always been a break between nights.
