Novel & Cerita Milady Ch 8

"Milady, you are so gorgeous. Your hair, so soft; and smooth, and your neck so delicate." As he spoke his hands massaged the mentioned body part. She leaned against him and made no move to arrest his improvement. He untied her bodice and stroked his hands over her breasts; her nipples popping out like corks as his hands moved over them. He pushed her skirt up over her hips unveiling her recently virgin hole, which furrowed as he drew his fingers through its fine fur. He immersed his head between her accommodating thighs and began to lap up her musk sweet elixir.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly to steady my nerves before taking quick strides to the door. “Only you. I don't want to see anyone else.” I said loudly as I leaned against the door and waited for a reply. A hush had fallen over everyone on the other side of the door, a few seconds later, I heard the shuffling of feet as footsteps receded down the hall. A short silence ensued then Aisling cleared her throat. “I'm alone Milady.” She announced and waited for a response. “Stop calling me that.” I retorted and held the door open.

She welcomed his ‘kindness’. Then, a beautiful dress was on her body the second after she touched the tip of his finger. The water in the bathtub had disappeared into the drain hole. “Looks like someone can’t wait to meet you,” he said as they came out of the bathroom. She looked at the large window on the right, showing the sky that had turned reddish. She touched her dress pocket. The dagger was still there, waiting for her to use it. “I hope you enjoy that short time of yours with your family, Milady.”

They smile when I enter, polite and practiced, their eyes flicking toward the gown before returning to me. Lila gestures toward the chair. “Sit, Mrs. Maddock.” The name catches in my throat. It’s not mine yet, and still it feels like a chain. I lower myself into the chair, back straight, chin lifted — the posture drilled into me for appearances. The mirror in front of me reflects someone I barely recognize. My face looks calm, expressionless, but there’s a storm just beneath the surface. They start working around me — brushes sweeping, hands twisting my hair into delicate, perfect coils. The scent of perfume and roses mixes with something metallic, maybe from the jewelry. It’s suffocating. E

She smiled, a look of understanding and strength on her face. “You’ll do great. Just remember who you are and why you’re doing this.” Mirella handed me a black dress that hugged every curve of my body. While it had no cleavage at the front, the back was entirely bare, adding a daring, sensual touch. The sleeveless dress ended mid-thigh, and the high heels elongated my legs, making them appear even more striking. Mirella also took care of my makeup. With expert hands, she created a bold look that highlighted my dark eyes, giving my gaze an even more intense allure.

She concluded with herself. "Milady, it's time to take your bath" the maid said. "Oh, that's the reason you are here?" The maid nodded, Laura let her in. And she went straight to the bathroom to get the bathtub ready for her. Within 30 minutes, the maid came out. " Milady, the bathtub is ready" she announced, and Laura nodded , and followed the maid to the bathroom. After some minutes, they both went out. Laura dressed up in a simple causal blue gown with the help of the maid.

"Isn't the world a tiny place to live in?" Zoya flinched and drink fell from her glass on her dress. "Idiot." She muttered while looking at her dress, then she turned to look at him. "Oops sorry, Milady." He grabbed tissues and give it to her. She started wiping her dress. He took a chance to sit beside her chair and stared at her from close. She was looking like a pretty naive angel with red lips, dressed in black who wants to get ruined tonight. He saw her wiping her dress and his eyes fell on her figure. She sensed his gaze on her and felt frightened under his gaze. She felt like meeting him before too. __

While my fingers dipped into her soft, moist core, I heard her whisper, "H-Hector." I slowly pushed my fingers deep inside her as she grasped my forearm and opened her legs slightly. I felt her body tense under my touch as she gasped. My fingers moved in a gentle circular motion, exploring her depths. Her inner muscles contracted around my fingers as she shuddered. She moaned and writhed beneath me as I continued to tease her. In time, with my movements, her hips thrust forward, and I increased my caresses. As Maliyla trembled with pleasure, she clung to me and called out my name. My movements were slow and deliberate, prolonging her pleasure until her body trembled. Then she let out a deep

She smiles then, a slow, wicked curve of her mouth, and it’s enough to send another shiver skittering across my skin. Millie reaches for the hem of her shirt, peeling it off and tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. The rest follows in a blur, her soaked clothes landing in a pile on the floor, leaving her just as exposed as I am. My breath hitches as the water cascades over her, droplets clinging to her skin, highlighting the curves of her body.

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the window, and I turned to face her, crossing my arms over my chest. “Hey,” she said gently, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. She walked in, her heels clicking softly as she closed the door behind her. I took a deep breath, letting the soft, sweet scent in the room fill my senses. Calmly, I reached over to the vanity and flicked on the lamp. The room was bathed in a gentle glow, and Mirabelle and the others exchanged glances. Mirabelle looked stunning in her short black mini dress and matching peeptoe heels. Her hair was elegantly curled, falling in graceful waves down her back. She was, without a doubt, a vision of bea