The rich scent of coffee filled the air as the espresso machine rumbled to life. A thin ribbon of dark liquid streamed into a porcelain cup, releasing a warm, intoxicating aroma. Satia watched patiently, inhaling deeply as three shots poured through, their scent curling through the space.
"A pinch," Satia murmured to herself, flicking in exactly that amount of salt.
Next, she moved on to the syrup. The dark chocolate was already melting, so she grabbed the condensed milk and added it while stirring dutifully.
A splash of vanilla, a drizzle of honey. The butler lifted the spoon, looking at a nice, thick liquid clinging to her utensil. A few more stirs, and off it went, into the cup, with previously prepared espresso, following suit.
The next step--she stirred a trace of rosewater into the milk and cream before steaming it, careful not to overheat and lose its delicate sweetness. A slow pour into the cup and the drink was almost ready, naturally separating into perfect layers.
For the final touch, she flicked a dusting of finely grated white chocolate over the top.
She inhaled the smell again and sighed. 'Well - time to finish the job, right?' She placed the cup on a tray next to a plate of freshly baked baguettes and some butter. Those were not her creations - but one of the chef's.
Making sure that she stepped quietly, she entered the room where Ms. Acheor had decided to sleep yesterday. She lifted her eyebrow - seeing the girl almost naked, sleeping with her phone in her hand.
She placed the tray on the bedside table and slowly retreated to the door. When the escape was right by her, she took another look.
Her employer was barely covered - a blanket was thrown loosely across her crotch, being of virtually no service in hiding her form. Satia could freely examine her long, smooth legs, the outline of her member and wide hips on the cloth, the flat belly and the bigger-than-average bust.
A profound shade of purple covered the maid's face as she shook her head, walked out and closed the door.
Maybe it was the soft click of the door, or perhaps the rich aroma of coffee curling through the air, but as Satia left, Faylen's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she noticed was the scent--sweet, dark, inviting. The second was the faint brush of the blanket against her bare skin.
Elysia.
Just thinking her name made heat coil low in Faylen's stomach. It would be so easy to indulge herself right now--just give in, let her body take what it needed. But then the scent of coffee hit her again, rich and irresistible.
"Well... Just a second, it won't make a difference, right? Breakfast is important!" She justified herself, already reaching for the cup. The sweet taste felt so good - and she must've become dehydrated a little bit because she just couldn't stop herself - drinking almost everything at once. Not to kill her insides - she quickly followed it up with perfectly fluffy bread and smooth butter then exhaled slowly. Perhaps her body wasn't all satisfied - but her tummy was singing praises to heaven. It was truly the best of things.
She took a moment to appreciate the great-tasting pastry and think about her next steps. As usual, she had pretty much two choices - the easy and convenient one, was giving into her body's need and pleasuring herself right here and now.
The harder one involved some fantasies she wanted to follow through on. To be specific - this, and many other places she owned, had rooms, which she ordered to be built with the intention of dabbling her hands in bondage, sex toys and generally - pleasure.
As she had never been with anyone yet, she wanted to start light and just try out cock sleeves - thinking it would be a great practice, and just being generally curious about the experience. This was just the occasion.
And of course-
BZZZ BZZZ
The blonde looked at her phone, entangled in the blanket, and the next bite was somehow swallowed much heavier than any before. Yesterday, her mind was all hazy - she was so engrossed in the potential possibilities that she never got an actual confirmation of what Elysia meant with her first message. She bit her lip and then closed her eyes.
"Well... Fuck..." She whispered.
'That girl really worked me up yesterday, ' she finished in her mind. Her cock twitched as if it was agreeing with her.
It took a grand total of three seconds for Faylen to abandon her previous plans, cave in and reach for it. As per usual - no matter how much she wanted or swore to herself that she was going to use the toys and practice something resembling sex on one of them, she'd always lose the battle of will against her body and her hand. It was just a matter of convenience really - after all, this way could be done aaaanywhere. The room - she'd have to go to. And Satia would probably see and...
Just a couple of strokes and the embarrassing thoughts escaped her mind, as she was already hard as a rock and leaking with precum. Her eyes closed on their own, her breathing quickened, and most of the skin on her face and chest became straight-up hot to the touch as she moved her hand faster and gripped harder.
A soft moan escaped her lips, quickly followed by a much louder one. Her head fell backwards, as she focused all her senses on feeling more pleasure, getting closer to the edge. Her hips started buckling and pushing forward, trying to fuck her hand even faster, her thighs began trembling and she--
KNOCK KNOCK
"Shit!" Faylen swore under her breath, rushing to grab the blanket and throw it over herself. She cleared her throat and held her breath, trying to steady it, although there was nothing to be done about the shade of her cheeks.
As the door opened wide, Satia took a look inside the room with the faintest smile on her face.
"Oh, good morning, Ms. Acheor. Would you mind if I picked the dishes?" She asked, her eyes wandering between her employer and the tray on the nightstand.
"N-Not at all, Satia. Just..." She stopped herself before she said too much "Yeah, do it, yy... Whatever," She finished, realising just how weird that sentence sounded. Well, she was way too busy trying to steady her breath and make sure her boner was not visible to form coherent sentences.
Her butler entered and gracefully picked up the dishes back onto the tray and stepped back.
"Is there anything else I could help you with, Miss?" she asked, in a neutral tone of voice, even though her inner self was giggling like a teen. It just felt so cute to interrupt Faylen. She did it almost whenever she heard her pleasure herself, through the doors.
Being raised in a giant mansion with personnel obliged to ignore anything unusual - her employer never really had to learn just how loud she was, and she was just so adorable, trying to cover herself and act as if nothing was happening.
Not like she couldn't just say 'Go away, I'm busy", either. It just never crossed the girl's mind in those situations.
The blonde took a deep breath and shook her head. "No, Satia, thank you." She managed to say.
