LOGINI was hurrying down the corridor with a stack of fresh set of linens I had just gotten from the laundry room when the head housekeeper spotted me.“Xena!” she called sharply, her voice loud and stern as always. “The senior chambermaid is really ill. You’re needed in the king’s private chambers right now. Take these sheets and make sure everything is done to perfection."I froze in my tracks. “But I’ve never actually served in the royal wing before. I only know how to handle the lower halls.”She waved a hand, already turning away. “There’s no time for that. The king is bathing and expects the room to be prepared before he's out. Go. Don’t keep him waiting.”My stomach twisted with nerves as I climbed the wide staircase to the royal floor. The halls here were quieter, grander and lined with rich tapestries than the usual hallways I served in which weren't bad at all. But compared to this it was definitely inferior.I had never ever been this close to the king’s domain before. Everyone
Dax smiled, a slow, wicked grin that showed he knew exactly what she wanted. He grabbed her by the wrist and led her up the stairs toward the master bathroom. Flora’s legs felt heavy, like jelly, but the heat between her thighs was still burning.They stepped into the bathroom. The room was dark, lit only by the pale moonlight coming through the small window. Dax didn't say a word. He reached over and turned the shower handle all the way to the right. The sudden blast of cold water hitting the tiled floor sounded like heavy rain."Get in," Dax commanded.Flora stepped under the spray. The icy water hit her skin, making her gasp out loud. "Mmm-ph! It’s... it’s freezing!" She shivered, her nipples turning into hard points as the water drenched her hair, sticking the dark strands to her face and neck.Dax stepped in right behind her. He didn't care about the cold. He grabbed her waist from behind and flattened her body against the freezing tile wall. "You said you wanted strength, right?
The hallway felt narrow as Flora led Dax toward the master bedroom. She could still feel the wetness between her thighs from the couch, a constant reminder of the weight she had just felt. She pushed the door open. The room was tidy, smelling of Mark’s laundry detergent—clean, safe, and boring."This is it," Flora whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of guilt and pure, unadulterated lust. "This is where he thinks I’m sleeping. Get on the bed, Dax."Dax didn’t hesitate. He climbed onto the high mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. He didn't wait for her to settle. As soon as Flora crawled toward him, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at him."You want me to ruin this bed for you?" he growled, his voice vibrating in his chest. "You want me to make sure you can’t look at this pillow without seeing my face?""Yes... mmm-ph... please," she begged.He flipped her over, pinning her face-down into the very pillow where Mark laid his head every nigh
The house was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the click of Flora’s heels on the hardwood. Her husband, Mark, was standing by the front door, adjusting his security uniform. He looked tired. He always looked tired."Another double shift, honey," Mark said, leaning in to give her a dry, quick peck on the cheek. "The plant is short-staffed. I probably won’t be back until seven in the morning."Flora forced a supportive smile. "It’s okay, Mark. I know you’re working hard for us. Just... try to stay awake, alright?""I will. Lock the door behind me." He waved and stepped out into the cool night air.Flora watched his car pull out of the driveway. As soon as the red taillights faded, her smile vanished. She didn't feel lonely. She felt hungry. She reached into her silk robe pocket and pulled out her phone. She sent a single word to a number she had saved as ‘Plumber’.Now.She didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later, a low-profile black sedan pulled up. A tall man in a d
Ethan’s eyes opened.For a heartbeat, the world just seemed to stop. His gaze locked onto mine, it was dark, and wide awake. I was still on my knees beside the bed, one hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock. The head was glistening with my saliva, it was hot and heavy in my palm. I should have pulled away. I should have run, but I couldn’t move.His cock twitched in my grip, growing even harder and thicker.“Sophia…” His voice was rough, gravelly from sleep, but there was no anger in it. Only surprise and something darker, something hungry.I swallowed hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing. I came to get the tie pin and you were… and I just…”The words died in my throat. His hand moved slowly, fingers brushing my cheek, then sliding into my hair. He didn’t push me away. He held me there, his thumb stroking my lower lip, his cock still pulsing in my hand.“You were touching me,” he said quietly, almost like he was testing the wor
The mansion had been in absolute chaos the entire day. There were lots of flowers being delivered in huge expensive boxes, and the wedding planner was busy shouting instructions left and right. Everyone was running around trying to make sure tomorrow would be the perfect wedding for Sarah_my best friend. Who had currently gone out to get a set of matching and sexylingerie for her wedding night. And it was totally my idea.I had been helping wherever I could, adjusting the centerpieces, checking on the cake and making sure the bridesmaids’ and bride’s dresses were ready. My feet were basically killing me to the core right now, but I didn’t really mind it. Sarah was my best friend, and I wanted everything to go so well and perfect for her, and a foot ache couldn't stop me I was in the middle of pinning a hem on one of the bridesmaid dresses when Ethan’s best man and best friend, Mike, came jogging up to me, looking stressed and a little out of breath. Overworking himself to make eve







