A Taste of Sweetness [part 2]
She moans.
"Ah—AHHH! —!!"
She collapsed back against the cushions, chest heaving, face flushed crimson.
"I… I'm sorry…" she whispered through a haze of pleasure and embarrassment. Her eyes brimmed with tears. "I didn't mean to… on your face…"
Leon rose slowly, licking her essence from his lips, then wiped the rest with his fingers—before slipping one into his mouth.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Sweet… intoxicating. I've tasted rare fruits and aged wine, but nothing like this."
Aria's face burned. Her body felt exposed, raw, vulnerable.
"You're Bad…" she whispered.
He leaned over her, golden eyes gleaming with heat and amusement.
"I only gave you what your body begged me for."
Her breath hitched as he kissed her again—softly this time. A gentle contrast to the fire before. Her lips trembled against his. She could taste herself on his tongue. A twisted intimacy that made her dizzy.
Then she felt it again.
That thick, hard pressure resting against her stomach—hot and throbbing through his pants. She glanced down—and froze.
"My lord… it's… it's poking me…" she murmured, her voice trembling, eyes wide.
Leon chuckled, low and dark. "You did this. Do you plan to leave me suffering, little maid?"
Her lips parted. Her breath quickened.
"Th-Then… should I… help you?" she asked, voice barely audible.
He leaned back, sitting on the couch, his long legs spread slightly. His golden eyes locked on hers.
"Show me."
Aria rose to her knees, her trembling fingers reaching for his belt. Her fingers fumbled at first, brushing against the heat straining beneath the fabric. She gasped quietly at the sheer size and weight pressing against her palm.
"It's… so big…" she whispered; cheeks flushed deep crimson.
Leon smirked, saying nothing—just watching her with a gaze that burned.
Finally, the buckle came undone with a soft clink, and she hesitantly unfastened the buttons of his pants.
The moment the fabric loosened, it sprang free—his manhood standing tall and thick, veined and flushed, proud and throbbing in front of her disbelieving eyes.
She froze.
"Oh…" Her breath hitched. "It's… huge…"
She couldn't help but stare. Six thick inches, pulsing with need. It twitched under her gaze as if responding to her awe.
The scent hit her—rich, musky, masculine. Her thighs clenched instinctively.
"Go on," Leon said softly, brushing a hand through her silken hair. "Touch it."
With nervous fingers, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the base.
Warm… hard… and yet… velvety soft.
"Haaa…" she exhaled shakily. "It's… throbbing…"
He groaned the moment she gave a gentle stroke, his hand tightening slightly in her hair.
"Good girl…" he growled; voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that."
The praise lit something inside her.
She leaned in slowly, her lips parting as her tongue darted out—just a small lick across the swollen head.
"Slrp…"
A drop of clear fluid glistened at the tip. She tasted it.
Bitter. Salty. Addictively masculine.
She blushed deeper and opened her mouth wider, wrapping her lips around the tip, her tongue swirling gently.
"Mmm… sllrrp…"
Leon exhaled through his nose, eyes darkening further as he watched her. His fingers threaded deeper into her hair, gently guiding her pace.
"That's it… take a little more, Aria."
She did.
Inch by inch, his shaft slid into her mouth. She gagged slightly but forced herself to continue, tears welling in her eyes as she adjusted.
"You're doing so well…"
Her heart fluttered at the words.
She began to move—slow, uncertain bobs of her head at first, each motion slick with saliva, her tongue dancing along the underside of his cock.
"Slrrrp… glk… glk…"
His soft groans above her only spurred her on. Her pace quickened, hands gripping his thighs for balance as her mouth worked him over with increasing fervour.
"You learn fast…" he murmured; voice strained. "Such a talented little mouth…"
Her cheeks burned hotter. She moaned around him, sending vibrations through his shaft.
"F-Fuck…" Leon's head tilted back slightly, his muscles tense. His hand pressed her down gently, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She choked—but didn't pull away. she kept moving her head up and down.
His breathing grew ragged.
"Aria… I'm going to—"
She didn't stop. She took him deeper, faster, her eyes locked on his expression.
And then—
"Ah—!"
He came. Thick spurts of hot seed shot into her mouth, filling her. She coughed once but swallowed quickly, determined not to waste a single drop.
"Mmm… mmm—slrrrp…"
When he was done, she gently licked him clean, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she drew out the last bits.
She pulled back, panting softly, a thin string of fluid still connecting her lips to his tip.
"Sweet… but a little bitter…" she murmured shyly, licking her lips.
Leon looked down at her—his beautiful maid, flushed and breathless, kneeling with eyes half-lidded and cheeks painted red.
"You did perfectly," he said, brushing a thumb across her slick bottom lip. "Better than I could've imagined."
Aria blinked up at him, dazed. "T-thank you… my lord…" she said in embarrassed tone her face full flushed.
"You look even cuter when you're embarrassed."
Leon's words very soft that make Aria's heart stuttered. Her lips parted to speak—but no words came.
He didn't give her the chance.
With one fluid motion, Leon pulled her down again, pinning her back onto the velvet couch. Her breath hitched as his body pressed firmly against hers—hot, powerful, dominant.
And then his lips crashed into hers.
A kiss of claim.
It was rough, hungry, filled with possession. He devoured her mouth like it belonged to him. And she—gods—she kissed him back. Her fingers clutched his back tightly, knuckles white, her mind spinning.
When he finally pulled away, his golden eyes locked onto hers like a hunter to his prey.
"From now on," he said, low and resolute, "you are mine, Aria."
Her breath caught.
She couldn't meet his gaze. Her cheeks burned; her body trembled. A quiet, stunned nod was all she could give.
Leon smirked. One hand slid behind her neck, cradling it. The other traced her thigh, slowly, teasingly.
"Say it," he demanded, soft and dangerous. "Say you're mine."
Aria's lips quivered. Her voice broke free in a trembling whisper.
"…I'm yours, my lord."
His eyes darkened in pure satisfaction.
"Good girl."
His hand slid further now—between her thighs, under her skirt. He found her soaked panties and pushed them aside. She gasped when the thick head of his arousal pressed against her slick, sensitive entrance—but he didn't enter.
Instead, he rested it against her swollen clit.
Just that.
The heat, the pressure—it made her hips twitch and her thighs squeeze tightly around him.
"Nnngh—" she whimpered, body tensing.
"You feel that?" he whispered against her ear. "This is what you do to me, little maid."
Her nails dug into his back. Her body arched slightly beneath him; lips parted in a silent moan. Every nerve was on fire, her breath shallow and quick.
But then—
Knock. Knock.
The sound hit like a cold blade.
Both froze.
"My lord?" a gruff voice called from the other side of the door. "Apologies for disturbing you in your official work time but someone requests an urgent audience."
Leon didn't move for a moment—his body still pressed tightly against Aria's. His jaw clenched in irritation.
"…Tch." He looked down at her, lips curling in frustration. "They always come at the worst times."
Then, in a calm, cool voice, he called out, "tell them to wait ten minutes. I'm occupied."
"Understood, my lord," the guard responded, and heavy boots faded into the hallway.
Leon turned back to Aria.
"Don't worry," he whispered softly. "We'll continue where we left off… soon."
Her entire body was flushed. Her thighs still trembled. Her lips were parted—but she could only nod, flustered and disappointed.
Slowly, he slid off her, standing tall and stretching lazily. Aria sat up, cheeks still flushed, her maid outfit clinging to her flushed skin. She avoided his eyes as she adjusted her clothes with shaking fingers.
Leon pulled on his robe and pants, glancing at her with lingering hunger in his gaze.
Then, in a quiet voice, Aria spoke.
"My lord… you should sit at your desk. I… I need to clean here…"
He raised an amused brow. "Hmm? Sure."
But as he passed her, he grabbed her wrist—and pulled her into another kiss.
Not rushed. Not wild.
This one was slow, intimate, filled with something far more dangerous than lust.
Their lips moved in sync, tongues brushing, breaths mingling. She melted against him, her knees nearly giving out.
When he finally pulled back, her eyes were dazed, her lips parted, and her face utterly flushed.
"Clean quickly," he said with soft voice. "Then come to me."
Aria stared at the floor, cheeks red. She nodded.
"…Yes, my lord."
As she turned toward the mess they'd left behind, her eyes drifted briefly to the high windows, where the light cast long golden shadows across the floor. Her expression was unreadable—cool as ever—but deep in her chest, her heart wouldn't stop fluttering.
A storm had begun within her.