Ravees still rembered the days before she ca here to serve and guard her lady. She had been ant to take up the duty much earlier, but Katherine had left the duchy before she could officially begin. Back then, she had been taught everything about her.
What Katherine liked, her obsessive need to keep everything perfectly in place, her friendly yet firm attitude toward her servants—and how she strongly disliked n. She was described as an elegant woman who hated being dirty so much that she washed her hands after the smallest tasks.
Yet everything Ravees had learned now felt wrong. She had been told Katherine liked her clothes neatly folded and stored—even the dirty ones. But here they were, scattered everywhere: her bra tossed on the floor, her damp panties lying off to the side where she had been resting naked. Her voice stayed warm as she spoke while her male servant massaged her bare body, and though she usually washed her hands countless tis a day, she would lick her fingers instead whenever she touched the servant’s penis.
Even now, a faint hint of disappointnt could be seen on her face, because that penis was still hidden inside his pants—though it was clearly hard, sothing Ravees could easily tell from the large bulge pressing against the fabric. And why wouldn’t it be? Katherine’s naked body was a sight to behold.
Her figure could make a poet spend a lifeti writing verses—words that alone could charm anyone who read them. And Cassian was touching it, so how could he not be hard? The thought made her glance at herself. Her breasts were larger, her hips fuller, yet she lacked the elegance and raw allure Katherine carried so effortlessly, making her wonder if she could ever make Cassian react the way he did now.
Lost in thought as she stared at Katherine’s bare body, she was suddenly pulled back by her lady’s voice. "Are you going to stay, Ravees?" Katherine asked, sounding slightly embarrassed. It wasn’t that she minded doing things in front of her—last ti, she had simply shown a far more extre side of her desires than usual, now afraid she would show it again.
Ravees, however, looked even more flustered as she replied, "Yes, my lady. I need to stay close... in case there’s any danger to you."
"The only thing in danger tonight is going to be your lady’s asshole," Cassian quipped with a smirk as he kneaded her buttocks, spreading them and revealing the shiny plug already nestled there, a string dangling from it.
That imdiately caught Ravees’ attention. "What do you an by that?" she blurted out.
"Don’t tease her, Cassian..." Katherine said, her face flushing even deeper.
"I’m not, my lady," Cassian replied with a grin, then glanced at the clearly annoyed Ravees. "I’m just letting a fellow pervert know what the show’s going to be tonight."
"Who are you calling a pervert? You’re the pervert," she shot back, offended as she stood up. Katherine tried to speak, but only a moan slipped out when Cassian pressed his thumb against her spread anus, pushing the shiny round object deeper until she clenched the pillow beneath her.
"Then why are you staying here? You know as well as I do that I’m no danger to her," Cassian said. After pushing it in, he grabbed the string attached to the object and tugged upward, making Katherine grit her teeth as her muscles tightened around it. "You’re just using it as an excuse to watch us and touch yourself."
"I am not!" Ravees snapped, her face flushed with anger. "My lady, I’m not—he’s lying." She turned toward Katherine, only to find her eyes rolled back and her teeth clenched tightly.
"If you’re not, then sit here and do nothing—just watch. I’ll believe you’re not a pervert," Cassian said with a smirk, gesturing to the bed.
It was a childish taunt, the kind that shouldn’t have provoked anyone, yet Ravees took the bait. She walked over and sat down stiffly. "I’m not... you are," she muttered, glaring.
"I never said I wasn’t." Cassian’s grin widened as he saw her settle close. He released the string, letting the shiny plug slip back inside as Katherine moaned loudly. Then he leaned in and captured her mouth, sliding his tongue between her lips and kissing her hungrily while she returned it just as eagerly, sucking at his tongue and lips in the sa desperate rhythm.
It made Ravees realize she had walked herself into a terrible situation, provoked far too easily by Cassian. Leaving now would feel like admitting he was right, that she really was a pervert, so she stayed where she was, pressing her thighs tightly together in a desperate attempt to ignore the warmth spreading between them.
When Katherine noticed Ravees looking away, she broke the kiss and said with a slightly stern expression, "Let her do her job, Cassian. Don’t trouble her."
Cassian smirked. "I never stopped her from guarding you. I’m just saying she could do it from outside the room. She chose to stay because she’s a pervert who enjoys watching us have sex."
This ti, Ravees didn’t respond. She simply gritted her teeth and glared at him, her silence heavy with anger. Katherine noticed and looked troubled, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. She didn’t actually mind Ravees watching—if anything, she loved it and Cassian knows it too—but tonight would be the first ti she went through the back door. She had no idea how it would go, and she secretly wished Ravees wasn’t here. The last ti she’d been involved, things had been awkward between them for quite a while.
Still, Ravees was here, and the thought of what she might think after seeing her lady like this only made Katherine feel more aroused.
"Ravees, don’t pay him any mind," Katherine said as she rose onto her knees, steadying her blush while lifting her hips. "He has a habit of goading people." Then she smiled at her and slowly rubbed back against Cassian’s bulge. "So you can touch yourself as much as you want while watching us."
Ravees’ cheeks turned bright red as a tomato. "I don’t—" she protested in a flustered tone.
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