Thread: Hidden Cravings (Yenpointfive & Sumi)

There was a time when she was a meek one, a simple admirer, a girl who would rather watch someone from afar. However, even the young heiress had a limit, and when he showed up into her life, everything started to get stressful. It was one thing to have a crush on someone she saw now and then, but seeing him every single day, all day long, was too much for the woman she was now. The mere 'like' soon turned into a real infatuation with this man, and before she knew it, she couldn't keep in this stress and need building inside of her. She wanted him for herself, to have him wrapped around her finger, to make him think only of her. A wishful thinking for someone who didn't have much guts at first, but something totally possible for the bold mistress she was in the present. Ordering him to do nasty things in the public, in front of her friends, treating him like her personal slave and pet, a man made to please her body and someone to feed her ego. He was the perfect asset to her rich life, like a shiny new toy that she couldn't get enough of no matter how much time passed. This is how after two years of working for her as her butler she was happier than ever to have him in her control, because everyday it was getting better and better along with every new idea popping into her head to humiliate him and crush his pride into tiny little pieces. Her name was Estelle Avery. A rich young woman in her early twenties, a heiress, and the daughter of a well known CEO who managed to get millions with his company. As expected from any rich person, Estelle was a snobby one. At least, most of the times. She had the looks, the money and the power, and thus, she felt she had all the rights to have everything under her control. And even if until a couple of years ago she didn't actually dare to go this far, now she had someone to order around and tease to no end, in the most annoying and humiliating ways. Besides, he had all the reasons to feel flattered to be chosen as pet by this particular woman, right? After all, the youngest daughter of the Avery's and the only one who remained by her parents' side even after turning twenty was quite a looker. Red long hair falling down on her shoulder in curls, obviously dyed yet fitting her personality, dark blue eyes rimmed by long dark eyelashes, lips which begged to be kissed and a nice proportional body, fit for a model if it wasn't for her height of just 5'2. It was Saturday morning when she decided to invite her friends over. But first things first, she had to take breakfast. And what other way to start the day but with having a little fun with the pet hired by her father to be her servant. Wearing a short nightgown revealing her smooth legs, her neck, her arms and a little bit of her round mounds, she sat down at the table in the dinning room of the huge mansion she called her home, crossing her legs and typing some messages to send to her friends from her expensive black smartphone, while she sipped on her coffee. That is, until she spilled some of the warm liquid by mistake, most of it wetting the black satin material which covered her body. Servant, hurry up with those pancakes and come over and clean up your mistress! she ordered, her voice louder as to be heard by the butler who was currently in the kitchen at her orders to make something for breakfast.