The servant's eyes reluctantly moved to Emma, taking in her bent form, her raised skirts, her flushed face and partially exposed breasts. Emma made a sound of humiliation, but her body betrayed her—she grew wetter.
"Tell me what you see," Julian ordered the servant.
"I-I see..." the creature stammered, "I see Lady Emma, Master."
"And what is she doing?"
"She's... she's bent over the table, Master. For you."
"That's right," Julian confirmed, his hand returning to Emma's ass, squeezing possessively while the servant watched. "She's presenting herself to me. Offering herself. Because she knows who she belongs to. Don't you, Emma?"
"Yes, Master," Emma sobbed, tears of humiliation pricking her eyes even as her pussy throbbed with need. "I belong to you."
"Louder," Julian commanded, his hand coming down in a sharp smack. "Let everyone hear."
"Ahhhh!— I belong to you!" Emma cried out, her voice echoing through the dining hall. "Only you, Master!"
