A Taste of Sweetness [part 2]
She groans.
"Ah—AHHH! —!!"
She fell back into the cushions, chest panting, face flushed bright red.
"I… I'm sorry…" she whispered through a blur of pleasure and shame. Her eyes overflowed with tears. "I didn't mean to… on your face…"
Leon stood up slowly, licking her flavor from his lips, then wiped the rest away with his fingers—before inserting one into his mouth.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Sweet… intoxicating. I've had the taste of rare fruits and aged wine, but nothing like this."
Aria's face was aflame. Her body exposed, raw, vulnerable.
"You're Bad…"
she whispered.
He leaned over her, golden eyes glinting with heat and amusement.
"I only gave you what your body begged me for."
Her breath caught as he kissed her again—gently this time. A soft counterpoint to the flames earlier. Her lips quivered against his. She could feel herself on his tongue. A perverse intimacy that left her reeling.
Then she felt it again.
That hard, thick pressure lying against her belly—hot and pulsing through his trousers. She looked down—and froze.
"My lord… it's… it's poking me…"
she whispered, her voice shaking, eyes wide.
Leon laughed, low and black. "You did this. Do you intend to leave me suffering, little maid?"
Her lips opened. Her breath grew faster.
"Th-Then… should I… help you?" she asked, speaking almost inaudibly.
He settled back, sitting on the couch, his long legs crossed slightly. His golden eyes were fixed on hers.
"Show me."
Aria climbed onto her knees, her shuddering hands on his belt. Her fingers flailed at first, her nails scraping against the heat coiled beneath the material. She quietly gasped at the enormity and heaviness clamped down upon her palm.
"It's… so big…"
she breathed; cheeks flushed a deep red.
Leon smiled, without a word—just observing her with eyes that flared.
Lastly, the buckle came loose with a quiet clink, and she slowly unbuttoned his zipper.
The instant the fabric relaxed, it burst free—his penis jutting stiff and bulky, veined and red, proud and pounding before her unbelieving eyes.
She stood paralyzed.
"Oh…" Her gasp stopped. "It's. enormous…"
She was helpless not to gawk. Six fat inches, throbbing with hunger. It quivered beneath her scrutiny as if reacting to her wonder.
The aroma struck her—rich, musky, male. Her thighs flexed of their own accord.
"Go on," Leon told her softly, stroking a hand through her silky hair. "Feel it."
With hesitant fingers, she touched and closed her hand around the base.
Warm… hard… and yet… soft as silk.
"Haaa…" she breathed tremulously. "It's… pulsating…"
He cursed the instant she delivered a gentle caress, his hand clenching slightly in her hair.
"Good girl…" he grunted; voice heavy with lust. "Just like that."
The approval sparked something within her.
She moved in cautiously, her mouth opening as her tongue flicked out—just a tiny lick across the throbbing tip.
"Slrp…"
A bead of translucent fluid sparkled at the tip. She took it.
Bitter. Salty. Irresistibly male.
She flushed harder and opened her mouth further, enfolding her lips around the tip, her tongue caressing softly.
"Mmm… sllrrp…"
Leon breathed in through his nose, eyes darkening even further as he gazed at her. His fingers slid deeper into her hair, pulling on them in gentle rhythm as he moved their pace.
"Take it little by little. a bit more, Aria."
She did.
He inches at a time moved his shaft into her mouth. She gagged momentarily but gritted on and held, tears threatening in her eyes as she learned.
"You're doing great."
Her heart skipped with the statement.
She started moving—tentative, hesitant jerks of her head at first, each one slippery with saliva, her tongue darting underneath his cock.
"Slrrrp… glk… glk…"
Her soft groans above her only encouraged her more. Her pace increased, her hands clamping onto his thighs for support as her mouth manipulated him with more and more zeal.
"You learn fast…" he whispered; voice taut. "Such a talented little mouth…"
Her cheeks blazed hotter. She groaned around him, sending shudders down his shaft.
"F-Fuck…" Leon's head rolled back a fraction, his muscles flexing. His hand pushed her down softly, his cock brushing against the back of her throat.
She gagged—but didn't retreat. she continued to move her head up and down.
His breathing became hoarse.
"Aria… I'm going to—"
She didn't cease. She took him deeper, harder, her eyes fixed on his face.
And then—
"Ah—!"
He arrived. Thick spouts of scalding seed erupted into her mouth, filling her. She coughed once but swallowed swiftly, refusing to let a drop go to waste.
"Mmm… mmm—slrrrp…"
Once he was finished, she laved him delicately clean, her cheeks concaving a little as she coaxed out the last morsels.
She sat back, gasping softly, a gossamer string of fluid still attaching her lips to his tip.
"Sweet… but a little bitter…"
she whispered bashfully, sucking in her lips.
Leon gazed down at her—his lovely maid, flushed and panting, kneeling with half-closed eyes and cheeks flushed red.
"You were perfect," he told her, stroking a thumb over her shiny bottom lip. "Better than I could've dreamed."
Aria blinked at him, stunned. "T-thank you… my lord…"
she spoke in mortified voice face full of blush.
"You are even prettier when you're embarrassed."
Leon's words so soft they made Aria's heart stuttered. Her lips parted to say something—but no sound emerged.
He did not let her.
With a single, smooth motion, Leon drew her down once more, pushing her back against the velvet couch. Her breath caught as his body bore down on hers—hot, strong, dominant.
And then his lips crashed against hers.
A kiss of claim.
It was hard, hungry, full of possession. He ate her mouth like it was his. And she—gods—she kissed him in return. Her fingers dug into his back, knuckles white, her mind reeling.
When he finally broke away, his golden eyes met hers like a hunter to prey.
"From now on," he said, low and determined, "you are mine, Aria."
Her breath caught.
She was unable to look at him. Her cheeks flushed; her body shook. A silent, dazed nod was all she was capable of.
Leon sneered. One hand rested behind her neck, supporting it. The other ran along her thigh, deliberately slowly.
"Say it," he commanded, tender and deadly. "Say you're mine."
Aria's lips shuddered. Her voice escaped in a quivering whisper.
".I'm yours, my lord."
His eyes flashed with pure gratification.
"Good girl."
His hand crept farther now—between her thighs, under her skirt. He discovered her damp panties and pushed them out of the way. She gasped as the blunt head of his arousal probed against her slippery, sensitive entrance—but he did not penetrate.
Rather, he lay it against her puffed clit.
Only that.
The pressure, the warmth—it made her hips twitch and her thighs contract hard around him.
"Nnngh—" she whimpered, body rigid.
"You feel that?" he breathed against her ear. "This is what you do to me, little maid."
Her fingers bit into his back. Her body undulated under him; lips parted in a soft moan. Every nerve seemed to be ablaze, her breathing shallow and rapid.
Then—
Knock. Knock.
The noise struck like a cold knife.
Both stopped dead.
"My lord?" a rough voice shouted from the other side of the door. "Sorry to intrude on your official working hours but someone asks for an urgent audience."
Leon didn't budge for an instant—his body still held firmly against Aria's. His jaw snapped shut in annoyance.
".Tch." He glared down at her, lips twisting in annoyance. "They always do this at the worst possible moment."
Then, in a cool, calm voice, he shouted, "tell them to wait ten minutes. I'm busy."
"Understood, my lord," the guard replied, and heavy boots receded into the hallway.
Leon turned back to Aria.
"Don't worry," he whispered softly. "We'll pick up where we left off… soon."
Her whole body was flushed. Her thighs still shook. Her lips were parted—but she could only nod, flustered and disappointed.
Slowly, he edged away from her, stood upright and stretched. Aria sat up, cheeks still reddened, her maid dress stuck to her flushed face. She did not look at him as she readjusted her clothes with trembling fingers.
Leon tied on his robe and trousers, looking at her with still-hungry eyes.
Then Aria spoke, her voice low.
"My lord… you must sit behind your desk. I… I must tidy here…"
He arched a curious brow. "Hmm? Of course."
But as he walked past her, he seized her wrist—and drew her into another kiss.
Not frantic. Not wild.
This one was slow, intimate, filled with something so much more dangerous than lust.
Their lips moved together, tongues skimming, breaths intertwining. She went limp against him, her knees almost collapsing.
When he finally pulled away, she was dazed-eyed, parted-lipped, and her face completely flushed.
"Clean swiftly," he ordered softly. "Then come to me."
Aria glared at the ground, her cheeks flushed red. She nodded.
".Yes, my lord."
As she faced the chaos they'd made, her gaze strayed for a moment to the tall windows, where the light created long golden shadows on the floor. Her face was inscrutable—cool as usual—but deep within her chest, her heart continued to flutter.
A storm had started inside of her.