"At your service, Master."
Without even introducing herself, Mia offered her services with a sweet smile. The simple phrase sent a charge through Jett, stiffening his shaft. Confidence swelled in his chest, letting him openly ogle his maid from head to toe.
Wrapped in a black-and-red maid dress, Mia blended elegance with raw sex appeal. A black choker hugged her throat, a deep boob window bared her cleavage and a skirt so short revealed the tempting gap between thigh‑high socks and velvet skin.
Jett's gaze kept drifting back to her scarlet eyes, dazzled by the beauty staring only at him.
She's way too gorgeous! No woman like her ever looks at me, yet she can't take her eyes off me!
Clenching his fists, Jett steadied his breathing. "Come to the room."
"Yes, Master." Mia stepped past him, stopped at the double doors, and gestured inside. "Shall I ready the bedroom first?"
The side view of her ample breasts made Jett question his own tastes. He nearly missed the question as his pulse hammered, shook his head, and guided her back into the dusty chamber where motes still swirled.
She's really listening to me… I might lose my mind.
Wild fantasies flooded him, but he forced them behind a mental dam. He glanced at her lovely face and drew a steady breath.
"I want you. I want the mana you can give me. But I still can't wrap my head around being a master. Do you even want this?" he asked. If she says no, I'll choose someone else. I won't force her.
Mia's smile deepened as she said, "A century ago I came here of my own accord and swore loyalty to the next master. I trust whomever the Warden Mansion chooses, therefore I trust you completely, and it is my honor to be your first partner despite my age and inexperience… I practiced alone, but…"
A blush tinged her cheeks, and her sentence faded.
Warden Mansion, I fucking love you! Whatever my calling is, I won't disappoint!
Flush with confidence, Jett cupped Mia's cheek and brushed her plump lips with his thumb. The gentle touch deepened her blush, and she closed her eyes, savoring the caress. He tucked a strand of gold behind her pointed, rosy-tipped ear.
"Your face—and those ears—are perfect. You tick every box for me," he breathed, rubbing the velvety edge between his fingers.
"Thank you, Master," Mia answered softly.
Jett licked his lips. "I want that dress off, but I'll need your help."
She swept her long hair over one shoulder, exposing her neck and a hidden clasp. "Here is the first clip."
He traced the spot she indicated and popped the clasp free. One strap slipped, revealing more alabaster skin. Their eyes met, and matching nervous smiles formed.
Undressing was never my kink in porn, but in real life? Fuck, it's the best.Her side profile is unreal.
Mia shifted her hair again, showing him the second clasp. He released it, and the bodice lost its support, begging to slide down.
Teasingly, she murmured, "There's a zipper at my side, Master."
She raised her arm and turned, offering the zipper. Jett bent and inhaled her fresh, dewy scent.
She smells incredible.
He eased the zipper down and peeled the bodice away, leaving her in a lacy bra. He saved the underwear for later, though his eyes kept straying to the abundant breasts now framed by lace. Forcing himself upright, he drank in the sight of his bashful yet regal maid.
"You'll enjoy removing my skirt even more, for you'll have to slip your hands beneath it," Mia whispered, her embarrassment coloring her smile.
Say no more.
He gathered the skirt's layers, guiding her legs free; she extended them with a ballerina's grace, and his gaze followed every curve. Only her thigh‑high socks remained, and Jett slid each one down in turn, fingertips gliding over her ankles and calves while his eyes traced the elegant sweep of her legs.
At last Mia wore only her lingerie. Dust motes dared not touch her glowing skin, and with sunset light behind her she looked like a living sculpture.
"I'll take off your bra now," he said huskily.
"Yes, Master."