Maid on Her Knees (Explicit Scene — Part 1)
Sofia stayed perfectly still as Mr. Blake leaned forward, his hand still gripping her chin, thumb brushing across her lower lip. Her breath hitched slightly, her lips parting just enough for him to slide his thumb between them. She sucked it in instinctively—slow, wet, and obedient.
He watched her with sharp focus, like she was both art and temptation.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I bet you’ve been aching for this all day.”
She nodded slightly, her voice a breathless whisper. “Yes, sir.”
“Show me.”
With one hand on his thigh, she reached for his belt with the other—unfastening it slowly, deliberately, letting the metallic clink echo between them. She looked up, maintaining eye contact, always waiting for his permission.
“You may,” he said, voice low.
She freed him from his pants with careful precision, hands soft but skilled. When she wrapped her fingers around him, he hissed through his teeth—a subtle but satisfying sound. She leaned in, tongue teasing the tip, then dragging down his length, slow and hungry.
“Just like that,” he muttered, one hand threading through her hair.
She took him deeper, lips slick, cheeks hollowing around him as he guided her pace. The control was always his—but the pleasure in her submission was entirely her own. She loved the weight of him in her mouth, the quiet groans he tried to suppress, the way his hips began to tense beneath her.
“You’ve been trained well, Sofia,” he growled, tightening his grip in her hair. “But I’m not done with you down there yet…”
He pulled her off with a gentle tug, saliva glistening on her lips. Her eyes were glassy with lust, her breath ragged.
“On all fours,” he said. “Skirt up. Don’t speak.”
She obeyed instantly, turning and bending forward on the plush rug—knees spread, hands flat, back arched just the way he liked. The lace barely covered anything, and when he pulled it aside, she gasped at the rush of cool air on her skin.
“So ready,” he muttered, dragging his fingers between her slick folds.
She bit her lip, trying not to moan.
He knelt behind her, one hand pressing into her lower back, the other lining himself up against her soaked entrance.
“You’ve earned your reward,” he whispered, leaning over her. “And I’m going to take my time giving it to you.”