Continued from Chapter 1
"You did things, you said things. You're a wicked, wicked girl, Suzanna." He looked at her fondly for a moment, before sitting up and saying, "Come on now, we should get up and do.. something. I'm sure I'm supposed to be doing something."
"Not really, but I'm supposed to be. The entire servants quarters are going to be buzzing with gossip when these sheets appear in the laundry room," she commented, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
She began searching for her drawers and found them on the floor, next to the bed.
"Leave them off," he commanded. "You are never to wear drawers here again."
She looked at him with a shocked expression. "Not wear them, m'lord?"
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he continued, "No, and I'm tempted to direct you to perform all your duties dressed as you are right now."
As if she needed to check that she was clad only in her stockings and boots, she looked down at her nearly naked body. Looking up again, she could only stare at him, open mouthed, shocked beyond speaking.
"No need to look so alarmed, my dear. Just not wearing the drawers will be suitable," he said with a smile.
The next day, she nervously stood before the doors to his bedroom, waiting for the clock to chime. Shamefully, her pussy was already wet, knowing she was about to see him and that he would know she wasn't wearing anything beneath her dress. He would most likely want to check and she knew how that was going to end up. She was also distressed that her nipples were rock hard and were threatening to push beyond her low neckline.
The clock chimed, and taking a deep breath, causing one of the nipples to finally escape the dress, she flung open the doors. What she saw caused her to stop in her tracks, her breath caught in her throat. Lord Worthington was lying in bed, wide awake, the blankets and sheets flung back, stroking his rock hard cock.
"Good morning, Suzanna," he purred, gazing appreciatively at her exposed nipple. "Where's the other one?"
Without taking her eyes off him, she tugged on her dress, fully exposing both nipples.
"And are you wearing your drawers?" he asked, his voice still low and silky.
"No, m'lord," she whispered.
"Come over here and show me," he commanded, his eyes glowing with lust.
On trembling legs she came right up to the bed, her thighs brushing the side of the mattress. Her breath coming in deep gasps, she pulled up her skirt, revealing herself to him.
"Hmmmm...very nice," he murmured. "But what's this?" he asked, reaching out and touching her soaked lips.
She drew in a shaky breath at his touch, biting her lip to keep from moaning.
"You're quite wet, my dear. Very wet indeed," he commented, slipping a finger between her swollen pussy lips. "You're positively soaked. Now what has gotten you so excited?" he teased, gently stroking her.
When she only gasped at his strokes, he gave one of her lips a sharp pinch, causing her to emit a small cry. "Answer me," he commanded, his voice taking on a stern edge, and feeling the accompanying surge of wetness at his increasing dominance of the encounter.
"Not wearing my drawers in your presence, m'lord," she breathed.
Experimenting, he pinched her engorged pussy lips again, and felt another surge of wetness as she cried out. He pinched her one more time, asking, "You like that, don't you?"
When she didn't respond, he pinched her again, harder and longer, as she gasped and small cries escaped her throat. "Yes, m'lord," she whispered.
In a soft voice, he commanded, "Say it. Say it dirty. And make sure you address me properly."
Breathlessly, she said, "I like it when you pinch my pussy lips, m'lord."
He pulled her onto the bed, onto her hands and knees and in one swift movement, thrust his cock deep into her pussy, pounding against her swollen pussy lips. "Oh, yes!" he groaned, grinding against her, pushing in as deep as he could.
She only gasped loudly, fighting for breath. He pushed her head down to the mattress, "I want your ass high in the air for this fucking. You are going to take quite a pounding this morning, my slutty little maid," he said gruffly, beginning to thrust into her.
He was as good as his word, plunging his cock into her mercilessly, getting even more excited whenever she screamed into the pillows. He felt her numerous orgasms rocking through her body, causing her muscles to clamp down on him, almost pushing him over the edge. Finally, he could hold on no longer and pumped his cum deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, flattening them both, before rolling off. He glanced over at her red face as she lay gasping for breath. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, slightly worried he may have been too rough.
She opened her eyes, the green shining brightly. "No, m'lord. Quite the contrary."
His eyes skimmed down her body, stopping at her ass, recalling how tantalizing it had looked, just before he had entered her. He felt himself hardening at the vision. "Stick your ass back up in the air," he directed.
She complied, her breath already beginning to come faster.
He spread the young maid's ass cheeks wide, his cock twitching at the sight of her sweetly puckered rosebud. He gently stroked her tender opening, delighting in her shocked gasp. He lubricated a finger by sliding it into her wet pussy, coating it in his own cum. She again gasped and sighed at his caresses until he again touched her other entrance.
