CHAPTER 74: COMMAND

The bedroom door slid open, and a gentle wash of candlelight spilled across the polished floor.

Jett stepped inside, the muted glow tracing the sharp lines of his shoulders and gleaming against the buckle of his belt.

He kept Eleonora’s hand in his, her skin warm and steady, a silent declaration of her place beside him.

The maid’s silver hair cascaded in liquid sheets down her back; each strand caught the light like threads of moonlit silk, framing eyes that shimmered the same rare hue.

Beneath the crisp black-and-white uniform, her voluptuous silhouette pressed confidently against tight fabric, every curve speaking of devotion rather than vanity.

Rose petals dusted the linen-draped bed, their subtle fragrance mingling with the faint bite of freshly poured wine that waited on the sideboard.

She’s glowing, Jett realized, drinking in the small, delighted tremor that fluttered through her shoulders when his thumb traced lazy circles across her knuckles.

Eleonora’s smile unfurled like dawn, unguarded and breathtaking, as though the entire room had bent itself to reflect the warmth she felt at her master’s side.

He guided her forward, boots sinking into the plush rug, heart ticking time with the slow sway of her hips until the hush of the chamber settled around them like a secret kept just for two.

"I kept you waiting for too long," Jett murmured, his gaze locked on Eleonora’s silver eyes, now glazed with molten affection.

"Yes, Master," Eleonora replied, her smile widening as her fingers laced more tightly with his.

Jett eased onto the edge of the bed, the mattress giving a soft sigh beneath his weight. He kept Eleonora standing before him, their hands still joined, his thumb stroking the inside of her wrist.

Scarlet crept along her cheeks and down her throat, a bloom of color that deepened the closer he drew her in. Candlelight caressed the gentle tremor in her thighs and the quickened rise of her chest, each fluttering breath sounding louder in the hush between them.

Jett’s pulse matched the quiet thunder of her heartbeat as the air thickened with promise.

"You’re gorgeous," Jett said, letting her hand go and eyeing her from top to bottom, still in her maid uniform, which hid so much of Eleonora’s natural beauty. "Now, how exactly do I awaken the hidden side of you that you’re so eager to show me, hmm?"

"It takes but a simple command, Master," Eleonora said, her obedience perhaps outclassing Mia right now as she thoroughly gave herself to him.

Jett leaned back, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth. "Then show me, Eleonora—drop every veil and let me see the hunger you keep chained."

"Yes, Master." Heat flared beneath her skin as she parted her lips and let her tongue loll out, a wordless confession of craving. Scarlet flooded her cheeks while silver eyes shimmered half-lidded, drinking him in.

She sank to her knees with reverent grace, lowered her palms to the plush rug, and offered herself on all fours before him. The posture thrust her curves into the candlelight; a tremor chased down her spine as need pooled slick and urgent between her thighs.

Her fingers closed around the hard muscle of his thighs, nails skimming fabric while she inched closer, breath warm against him. I belong here, she thought, a shiver of worship gilding every motion, serving the man who owns my heart and body.

Jett’s hand slid into her hair, rewarding obedience with a slow, approving stroke, the unspoken promise of release humming between them like an unseen chord.

Jett’s fingers threaded deeper into her silver locks, the gentleness of his earlier stroke ceding to a possessive hold. "You look like a pet... am I guessing right?" he drawled, soft amusement curling around the words.

A needy hum vibrated in Eleonora’s throat as she angled her face and rubbed the heated curve of her cheek against the firm ridge beneath his trousers. The rough weave rasped over her flushed skin, and the thick shape beneath answered, swelling harder with each affectionate nuzzle.

He grows for me, she marveled, a flutter of reverence pulsing low in her belly. Her breathing quickened, warm puffs ghosting through dark fabric while she soaked in the subtle musk of his arousal.

Jett’s grip tightened, urging a steady rhythm. "Good girl," he murmured, relish coating every syllable, "show me just how much you crave what’s waiting for you."

Her fingers flexed around the solid lines of his thighs, sticky desire slicking the lace between her legs as she inched closer, every movement a silent pledge of worship.

Jett’s thumb eased over the shell of her ear, teasing. "So my only human maid deep inside wants to be a pet in the bed? That I didn’t expect, but I find it hot... do you want a collar?"

Eleonora’s pulse thundered as she lifted her gaze, silver irises swirling with unrestrained devotion. "Yes, Master," she breathed, voice velvet-soft yet burning with need, "place your collar upon me. Let every link proclaim that I am yours—your cherished pet, eager to obey every command."

Heat rippled across her skin while she pressed a slow, languid kiss to the bulge under his trousers, claiming the offer without shame. "Let me crawl at your heel, drink praise from your hand, sleep curled at your feet. Call me ’good girl’ and watch me bloom, leash me so I may never stray."

Bind me, please, she thought, cheeks blazing scarlet as slick desire seeped through her lace, let my submission shine so bright that no one could doubt the depth of my loyalty.

Jett’s approving growl reverberated through his thigh against her lips, sending a shiver racing down her spine in promise of pleasures yet to come.

Jett groaned, voice rough with strain. "Fuck, you’re making me so hard it hurts. I might be into that." He spread his legs wider, the invitation unmistakable. "Unbuckle me and show me your devotion. I know you’re inexperienced, so I’ll spare you punishment—this time."

"Yes, Master," Eleonora whispered, heat flooding every inch of her skin. Her trembling fingers worked the buckle, leather sliding free with a soft sigh. The moment the fabric loosened, his thick length sprang upward, flushed and eager, the heavy scent of him spiraling through her senses.

A breathless noise escaped her as she wrapped a reverent hand around the base, marveling at the weight and heat that pulsed beneath her grip. She raised her eyes, searching his face for approval, cheeks blazing while desire pooled molten and insistent between her thighs.

Jett’s hand cupped her jaw, thumb smoothing over her lower lip. "Taste, pet," he commanded, tone dark velvet. The world narrowed to the hush of breath and the throb of shared anticipation as Eleonora lowered her head, eyelids fluttering shut.

She kissed Jett’s cock gently, then lapped his precum before widening her lips slowly. She gobbled it wide and deep, doing her best to prove that she was a natural pet that could satisfy her master’s every deepest desire. Her head bobbed on his shaft, her eyes tightly shut. She grew faster and faster as she slid her lips on his shaft, then when her throat demanded a break, Eleonora instead slid down to his base and pushed herself against her limits. With each action and smell of her master, she grew wetter, her other hand scratching her eager pussy.

"Did I allow you to masturbate?" Jett asked, freezing his maid.

She rolled her head backward down to his tip, then pressed it against her cheek from the inside. "May I pleasure myself while doing you, Master?"

"Yeah," Jett nodded.

A few more wet pumps and Jett was ready to release the first shot. He caught Eleonora’s head and pressed her hard against his crotch, releasing everything into her throat and deep stomach. Her breath hitched as the whips of his semen flowed down.

"Ohhh, that felt greater than usual. All this stuff must have weighed on me," Jett said as he arched his head back, moaning.

The maid was set free and gently stepped back. She coughed, but swallowed all and then licked her lips before parting them wide and showing that she was indeed a good pet. Still in her maid uniform, Jett proceeded with practical sense.

Jett’s breath caught, need sharpening his grin. "Strip for me—slow, like a tease. Show me what’s mine."

"As you wish, Master." Eleonora rose with fluid grace, silver hair rippling down her spine.

Her fingers found the first button of her crisp bodice-shirt; one by one she slipped them free, each soft click unveiling a ribbon of creamy skin that gleamed in the candlelight.

The shirt gaped, edges sliding apart to reveal the delicate curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts cradled in lace. She rolled her shoulders, letting the garment slither down her arms and pool at her wrists before it whispered to the floor.

Holding his gaze, she gathered the long black skirt at her hips and peeled it away in a single, measured sweep. The heavy fabric fluttered to her ankles, baring thighs flushed rose and scraps of lace already damp with desire.

She stood in nothing but stockings and lingerie, spine arched in subtle invitation, silver eyes blazing devotion. A coy smile curved her mouth as she placed one foot forward, hips swaying in silent promise while she awaited her master’s next command.