Cassius braced himself and forced down the flustered mess his mind threatened to become. Enough, he told himself, trying to claw back the iron-fisted demeanour he'd cultivated for so long.
He needed to escalate, to be more aggressive, more shameless—then surely the maids would recoil in horror...Or so his reasoning went.
So with a sharp glare down at the kneeling Isabelle, he adopted a colder, haughtier tone.
"It seems like you're quite eager to follow my words, Isabelle, even though you looked so reluctant earlier." He said, letting a sneer tug at his lips. "So, since you're so avid to serve your master, you can start by taking out my cock and putting those fat tits of yours to good use."
He felt a small spike of triumph at how harsh his words sounded.
'That should do it...No one would think a man commanding his maid so crudely was attractive in any way, right?'
