Chapter 35: Three Fronts
Mia stepped over the puddle of her discarded skirt, the faint whisper of silk skimming the floor and cool air caressing her newly bared calves, then prowled toward her master with a sinuous, cat‑like swagger worthy of a haughty villainess. She swept her hair back, tucking a few strands behind her long ears—better than any clasp.
Still a few paces from Jett, she asked, "This is a battle I cannot afford to lose or let end in a draw, Master Jett. May I be rougher than usual?"
The sudden shift in her demeanor and the sharp, yearning gleam in her eyes turned Jett on so completely that he could only nod.
Mia’s hand shot out and shoved him onto the bed; the mattress dipped beneath his weight. She tilted her head, the corners of her mouth curling into a seductive smile.
"Thank you very much, Master Jett," she whispered. Her fingers found the hidden clasps of her maid dress and popped them open without a hint of bashfulness. In a blink the fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but sheer black lace lingerie.
The difference between our first time and how bold she is now is so fucking hot, Jett thought, unable to tear his gaze from Mia’s face—those plump lips were the most alluring part of her.
With an experienced flick, Mia unhooked her bra, let it dangle from one finger for a heartbeat, then tossed it behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, noted that she’d missed Noctlisa by a mile, and smirked—nothing more than a declaration of sheet‑war.
Focusing on her master again, she pressed her ample breasts together with her forearms while her dominant hand slipped to her panties, rubbing along her labia through thin linen. "Just like our first time, I’ll keep these on until Master Jett is unable to resist devouring me," she whispered, every syllable tugging at his heart and swelling his cock.
Jett drew a deep breath. "You’re so fucking gorgeous, Mia."