The Madame’s Husband 2

Ava stood on a ladder in the grand dining room, dusting the massive chandelier that hung like a crown above the table. Her movements were careful, but she knew Rex was there, sitting in a leather chair by the window, pretending to read a newspaper.

His eyes weren't on the pages, they were on her as always.

‘Is he interested in me?’ she thought as she kept dusting, wondering what that meant for her. ‘For a man like him, he probably wants his hands on me.’

She glanced at him for a split second, suddenly feeling her heart beating faster, and a flush crept up her neck.

She leaned just a little, letting her hips sway as she reached for a high crystal, wanting him to notice her further, to want her.

She wasn't doing this because he was handsome, though he was, or because he was wealthy, but because she knew it would drive Clara mad.

If she could catch Rex’s attention, maybe even his heart, she could turn Clara’s perfect world upside down.

The thought made her smile as she worked, but she knew she had to be careful because Clara was always watching like a hawk and one wrong move, Clara’s temper would flare again.

Later that day in the library, Ava climbed a ladder to dust the bookshelves. Rex was there, sitting at a desk, papers spread out but his gaze were fixed on her.

Both of them, all alone.

You’d think he didn't have work to do as he was always at home as if searching for something he was planning to get.

She stretched higher, letting her uniform ride up, showing the curve of her thighs. His eyes burned into her, and her pussy ached, wet with the thought of his hands on her.

She met his stare, bold now, her lips parting slightly and he didn't look away.

“Watch yourself up there,” Rex said, his voice low, and rough. It was the first time he’d spoken to her, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Thanks, sir,” she said softly, feeling the urge not to smile like she had won a trophy and she stepped down slowly, her hips swaying, knowing he was watching every move.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of all kinds of tasks like polishing silver, folding linens, scrubbing floors but Ava’s mind was occupied, replaying Rex’s gaze on her, the way it made her feel alive and wanted.

She wasn’t blind to his charm, and she wasn’t immune to the way her body reacted when he was near and a part of her what it would be like to feel his cock pounding her.

That night, Ava locked her small room in the servant’s quarters, ready for a short sleep before resuming work early the next day.

Her room was plain, with a narrow bed, a wooden dresser, and a single window that looked out over the gardens. It was nothing like the lavish rooms upstairs, but it was hers, a place where she could let her guard down.

She kicked off her uniform, letting it fall in a heap, and climbed onto the bed in just her underwear.

Her body was already warm, her skin tingling as she thought of Rex and the way his eyes devoured her.

She lay back, her breath quickening, and let her hand slide down her stomach, past the waistband of her panties, to the wet heat between her thighs.

Her fingers found her wet pussy, and she moaned softly, the sound filling the quiet room.

She pictured Rex standing over her, his shirt off, his muscles tight, his cock hard and thick in his pants.

She rubbed slow circles over her clit, her hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure built.

“Oooh, Rex,” she whispered, her voice shaky, imagining him climbing onto the bed, his hands spreading her legs.

Her fingers moved faster, dipping inside her, stroking the sensitive spots that made her gasp.

“Ahh, yeah,” she moaned louder, her body trembling as she pictured him thrusting into her, filling her pussy and the thought of him wanting her, choosing her over Clara, sent a thrill through her.

She imagined doing it right in the mansion, where Clara could hear, could see her perfect world fall apart.

Ava’s face contorted in pleasure as her fingers worked harder, her moans turning to sharp cries as the heat exploded inside her.

She came hard, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around her fingers, her breath ragged in the dark.

As the pleasure faded, Ava lay still, her chest heaving and reality crept back I'm.

She knew she was playing a dangerous game. Rex was married, and Clara was vicious. One misstep, and Ava could lose everything… her job, her place in the mansion, maybe even her chance at revenge.

She needed to be smart, to play this carefully.

She’d keep Rex’s attention, let it build, let it simmer. She’d make him want her so badly he couldn’t think straight.

And when the time was right, she’d use that to tear Clara’s world apart.