There was something deliciously cruel about the way I let my sadistic side finally bloom as I stood behind Zurako, her body locked helplessly in the pillory, head and wrists trapped, ass presented like an offering.
I leaned in until my lips brushed the shell of her ear, voice low and dripping with mock sweetness.
"So… tell me, Zurako," I whispered, letting every word drag across her skin, "how have you been finding life at Ravena Mansion? The long hours, the endless searching for chores, the way the other maids look at you… does it make that pretty little heart of yours race?" My hand slipped under the hem of her maid uniform without warning, fingers gliding up the soft skin of her inner thigh. "And the bedsheets? Are they soft enough against your skin when you lie awake at night… thinking about all the things you can't have right now?"
Zurako stiffened, a tiny yelp escaping her. "L-Lady Mesmer…?! I mean, Master! I—I don't… the work is… manageable—ahh!"
