Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

She rose to her feet at his encouragement, feeling very silly for blushing as she was guided to sit astride his lap, having to force herself to look at him and not away. It was a most disconcerting position, after all her back arched to keep her balance, her legs folded and her thighs wide - it was the same kneeling position he'd had her in before on the floor, only now it was infinitely more nerve-wracking because at this point, she was close enough to feel his body heat as he continued to speak. She was certainly not trained to be a conversationalist or a sparkling, witty hostess. Mairead had never been the sort to be the center of attention, and was more likely to be overlooked as she quietly went about her duties than to catch the eye and be noticed. She worried that this would make her unsuitable to this position after all, a large part of what she remembered Tabitha doing was being by his side at social functions, charming everyone with her tinkling laughter and dancer's grace and sloe-eyed, raven haired beauty. Sparrows to peacocks, she couldn't help thinking when she mentally compared herself to her predecessor. However, she was startled out of those ruminations when his hands began to stroke along her skin, making her squirm a little in surprise. It wasn't as if anyone had ever touched her before, and his fingers seemed to know precisely which places were sensitive or ticklish, eliciting little muffled giggles as his hands traced along the hollow of where her thigh met her hip and the soft flesh over her ribs. Even still, the giggling ceased, becoming a soft gasp as his hands moved up to cup her breasts, making her face flush scarlet. She wished desperately that she had her apron to throw over her face to hide her blushing embarrassment at being touched so intimately, but it was hard to think about even that little thought as his fingers squeezed and stroked her breasts, pinching her nipples between them and making her back arch sharply in surprise with a gasp, hidden by her lower lip caught between her teeth. His hands continued to move, and just when she thought she would be able to breathe easily again, his fingers found another place to elicit gasps from, and by the time he spoke once more, praising her figure, she was fairly trembling. She had been praised for a great many things in her life her diligence, her sensibility, her work ethic, even how neat and pretty her handwriting was. She had never been praised for her appearance, and he could visibly see the disbelief when he stated that she was a lovely creature as if it were a subject of fact and not simply a rather ill-informed opinion. How a man who was surrounded with so many beautiful women day in and day out could find her beautiful, she would never understand. Perhaps, she thought bitterly to herself, he spent so much time around great beauties that a plain girl like himself was a novelty. When the novelty wore off, she would have to be wise and careful to be able to return to her former position. I will learn whatever lessons and skills you wish me to, Master Marlowe. I will endeavor to please and obey you in all things.