Xavier's eyes gleamed. His cock pulsed.
"Sir Xavier," she said softly, voice sweet but laced with something darker, deeper—almost teasing. "Lady Seraphina says it's time for your service... You should come service her fast..."
Xavier blinked. 'Servicing, indeed…'
His brow twitched before a small smirk curved across his lips.
He couldn't help but appreciate the twisted elegance of this world's language. The way they masked lewdness behind a veil of normalcy. It was sexy. It was wicked. It turned him on even more.
That word—"service"—meant exactly what it sounded like.
And the fact she said it so innocently while dressed like a walking wet dream?
Xavier could feel the heat rising, not just in his body, but in his thoughts.
He licked his lips, letting his gaze wander once more.
The maid still held her bow, chest hanging deliciously as her arms came together slightly, squishing her tits inward. Her thighs pressed together under her skirt in a submissive pose, the black silk stockings making her legs look so smooth, so warm, so biteable…
She was the kind of woman men dreamed about waking up to in a fantasy world.
And here she was—bowing to him.
And not just bowing... Calling him Sir.
Why? Because even though he was nothing but a glorified sex slave, Lady Seraphina had made it official: He was her personal toy. Which meant…
He had authority over every other staff in her house.
In the eyes of the servants, that made him more than just a commoner. He was her prized servicer.
And that title carried weight at least within the walls of her house.
Xavier's grin widened. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
He didn't care if it was meant as mockery or indulgence on Seraphina's part—
To him, it was a step.
A starting point.
He looked down at the maid, still bent slightly forward, her breath faintly quickening under his gaze. Maybe she wasn't completely unaware of how she looked… maybe she wanted him to see.
His cock throbbed again, aching against the fabric of his pants.
He imagined walking up behind her, gripping her wide hips, bending her over the nearest table and stuffing her full while her moans echoed through the hall. Her face pushed into the sheets, her tits swinging under her while he pounded her from behind…
He exhaled slowly, keeping his composure...
His cock was still stiff—aching slightly—but he made no move yet. His gaze landed on the curvy maid standing before him, her eyes darting downward as if avoiding something dangerous… or maybe tempting.
"What's your name?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, laced with subtle curiosity and an undertone of amusement.
The woman fidgeted slightly, the blush on her cheeks deepening as she met his gaze for a fleeting second.
"Celene, sir..." she replied softly.
Xavier smiled.
That name fit her. Soft. Feminine. Elegant.
And yet, the contrast between her mature milf body and that sweet, shy tone of voice?
Absolutely lethal.
He couldn't help it.
Milfs with that kind of innocence—that kind of pure energy wrapped in a sinful body—always did things to him. It made his cock twitch just imagining her blushing while sucking him off with those soft lips. Her sweet expression stained with lust and drool. Her thick, mature tits swaying as she bobbed her head desperately, taking every inch down her throat.
A dream come true.
He leaned slightly forward, eyes fixed on her trembling lashes.
"Why are you blushing, Celene?..." His tone dropped slightly, deeper now, more intimate. "Don't tell me you've developed some... lewd interest in Lady Seraphina's man?"
Her eyes widened a bit, the flush across her cheeks intensifying as she quickly looked down, lips parting as though trying to speak—but the words didn't come.
"N-No!" she finally stammered, shaking her head quickly. Her voice was fragile, trembling, her hands clasping the hem of her skirt as if grounding herself.
But Xavier saw it all.
The heat in her cheeks. The quiver in her fingers.
The way her thighs pressed slightly together. She had definitely been caught.
'He discovered...' her mind cried out.
She closed her eyes instinctively, trying to calm the rush of blood heating her face. But his gaze still lingered on her, devouring every inch of her with effortless dominance.
And she felt it.
That gaze was heavy. Intoxicating. Like molten wax being poured over her skin—slow, hot, and impossible to ignore.
She tried to act like nothing was wrong, like she was just another maid delivering a message. But she did have some interest in him. Who wouldn't?
He was too damn handsome. Too confident.
There was this charm around him women couldn't resist.
Every woman in this mansion had whispered about him since his arrival.
And now, he was speaking directly to her… teasing her… Flirting.
"Well..." Xavier chuckled, his smile dark and laced with heat. "You can have all the interest you want. I won't mind. In fact… it's only natural, isn't it?"
He leaned back with that same easy confidence—the kind of tone only a man with real experience could pull off. Smooth. Calm. Unbothered. Yet oozing with sensuality.
Celene's breath hitched.
Her heart was thumping now, loud in her ears. She swallowed hard, trying to keep it all in—
But her body betrayed her. Her nipples stiffened beneath her dress. A light shiver ran through her spine. Her thighs pressed closer together without her meaning to.
Xavier could see it. All of it.
With his experience as a popular as an adult film actor, handling women is something that he's very confident in.He was an expert when it came to women. Body language, hidden desire, nervous excitement— He'd fucked enough women to read their signs like second nature.