Forbidden Service

Alora’s voice grew louder outside the terrace door. My heart slammed against my ribs as Derick’s fingers hovered dangerously close to slipping beneath the hem of my uniform skirt. The heat of his body pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck. Just as the door handle turned, he stepped back smoothly, his hand falling away like nothing had happened. I grabbed the vase and polished it furiously, cheeks burning. Alora stepped inside, slipping her phone into her pocket with a pleasant smile. “Sorry about that, darling. Work never stops.” She glanced between us, completely unaware. “How are you getting on, Hazel?” “Very well, thank you,” I managed, my voice steadier than I felt. Derick had already returned to his laptop at the island, looking every bit the composed businessman. Alora spent the next two hours training me with the same surprising patience. She showed me how to properly fold the linens in the hallway closet, which surfaces needed special cleaner, and exactly how

Derick pulled his spent cock from my mouth with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting my swollen lips to the glistening head. I swallowed the last drops obediently, gasping for air, my throat raw and my jaw aching. He stared down at me with dark, satisfied eyes, thumb brushing across my messy lower lip.“Up,” he ordered. “We’re not done.”He didn’t wait for me to stand. He hauled me to my feet, kissed me hard,tasting himself on my tongue…then threw me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing. My uniform was bunched around my waist, ass exposed, as he carried me down the long hallway toward the master bedroom.My heart raced. This was crossing every line. Alora’s bedroom. Her bed. Yet the forbidden thrill only made me wetter.Derick kicked the door open and tossed me onto the massive king-sized bed. The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. He stood at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, revealing a powerful, sculp

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was sure Alora could hear it through the door. I quickly splashed more cold water on my face, wiped the sweat from my neck, and forced my voice to sound normal.“Everything’s fine, Alora!” I called back, hating how breathy I sounded. “I just… dropped something heavy. Sorry if I startled you.”A soft, understanding laugh came from the other side. “No worries at all, darling. Take your time.”Her footsteps faded down the hall. I sagged against the counter, Derick’s cum still warm and thick as it slowly trickled down my inner thighs. The sight of my flushed, well-fucked reflection in the mirror made fresh shame twist in my stomach , right alongside another pulse of unwanted heat between my legs.The rest of the afternoon dragged by in a haze of tension. Alora was her usual warm, elegant self, but every kind word from her felt like a knife. Derick, meanwhile, was shameless. His touches grew bolder whenever her back was turned: a possessive grip