**The Nobleman’s Plaything**

The grand manor was always full of eager maids, scurrying in their frilly lace outfits, their plump thighs peeking from beneath short skirts. But tonight, I had my eyes fixed on *her*—the newest servant, a timid but curvy girl with wide, nervous eyes and lips that begged to be wrapped around my cock.

I dismissed the others with a wave of my hand, the heavy oak doors of my private chambers shutting behind me as she stood trembling in the center of the room.

“You understand your duties, don’t you?” I growled, loosening my cravat as I stalked toward her.

She nodded shakily. “Y-Yes, my lord.”

“Good.” I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to her knees. “Because a proper maid serves her master in *every* way.”

Her breath hitched as I unbuttoned my breeches, my thick cock already straining against the fabric. When I finally freed it, her lips parted with a soft gasp—I was already leaking at the tip, pre-cum glistening under the candlelight.

“Open,” I commanded, pressing the head against her mouth.

She hesitated for only a second before parting her lips, and I groaned as her wet warmth enveloped me. She was clumsy at first, her tongue flicking tentatively against my shaft, but I grabbed her hair and guided her down, forcing her to take me deeper.

“That’s it, pet,” I growled, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked. “Take it all.”

Her throat convulsed as I pushed past her gag reflex, her slender fingers gripping my thighs for balance. Saliva dripped down her chin, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep up. I fucked her mouth slowly at first, savoring the tight heat, then faster, my hips snapping forward as her nose pressed against my pelvis.

“Such a greedy little thing,” I muttered, pulling back just enough to let her gasp for air before plunging back in. Her lips were swollen, spit-slicked and red, and the sight of her like this—desperate, obedient, *mine*—made my cock throb.

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I yanked her up by the arm and threw her onto the massive four-poster bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist in one swift motion. Beneath the flimsy fabric, she was already soaked—her pussy glistening, her swollen clit begging for attention.

“Please—” she whined, but I cut her off with a sharp slap to her inner thigh.

“You don’t speak unless I allow it,” I growled, spreading her legs wider.

She whimpered as I dragged my tongue up her slit, lapping at her arousal like a starved man. Her taste was intoxicating—sweet and musky, her cunt clenching around nothing as I sucked her clit between my lips. My fingers plunged inside her, curling against her walls, and her hips bucked wildly as I found that spot that made her scream.

“F-Fuck—my lord, I can’t—!” she babbled, her thighs shaking.

I smirked against her pussy, flicking her clit faster, my fingers pumping ruthlessly. “Come for me, servant,” I ordered. “*Now.*”

She shattered with a cry, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. I didn’t let up, licking and fingering her through every last spasm until she was a writhing, gasping mess beneath me.

Then, without warning, I flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up.

“Master—!” she gasped, but I silenced her with a firm grip on her waist.

“You belong to me tonight,” I growled, lining my cock up with her dripping entrance. “And I take what’s *mine*.”

I slammed inside her in one brutal thrust, her tight cunt stretching around me with a wet *shlick*. She screamed, her nails digging into the sheets as I bottomed out, her walls fluttering around my shaft.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, pulling back only to slam into her again, harder. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, my balls slapping against her slick folds as I fucked her raw.

She sobbed beneath me, her body betraying her with every moan, every shudder of pleasure as I pounded her pussy relentlessly. I reached around, pinching her clit between my fingers, and she came again with a broken cry, her cunt squeezing my cock like a vice.

The pressure was too much. With a final brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, hot ropes of cum flooding her tight hole. She whimpered as I pulled out, my seed already dribbling from her well-used pussy.

I smirked, wiping my cock on her thigh before patting her ass dismissively.

“Clean yourself up,” I ordered, fastening my breeches. “And be ready for me tomorrow.”

She trembled, still sprawled across the sheets—a perfect, fucked-out mess.

Just how I liked her.