Chapter 4: A Maid To Be Tamed (Part 1)

Lizbeth breathed in to smell the faint scent of soap wafting from her body. The fragrance was pleasant. Bieren’s scent was also lingering on her body. She remembered what he had said in the bath.

‘It’s like the scent of roses coming from your skin is as if you buried your nose in a flowerbed.’

After scrubbing and rinsing Lizbeth’s body in the bath, Bieren finally grasped the rose-scented soap and lathered her all over. Then, like she was nothing more than a bar of soap covered in foam, he embraced her and bobbed her up and down. He pressed his g*nitals against her lower abdomen, rubbing them against her as he resumed his activity.

‘Just touching you makes me feel good. Your whole body is no different from a genital.’

She knew that saying her whole body was like a genital was not a compliment; it was a mockery. Nevertheless, she found it satisfying to have him look at her with eyes so desperate to eat her, lick every inch of her flesh as if he was thirsty. The closer she got to him and engaged in debauchery, the more she felt like something was missing. Relationships were supposed to be about dialogue and intimacy, but with him, she was only physically close. However, she felt depressed at the thought of conversing with him while feeling inadequate compared to his refined knowledge.

Perhaps physical contact was the only way to stay close to him.

“Lizbeth, you will be in charge of the young master’s bath from now on.”

The housekeeper said to her with a blank expression. Despite the other maids’ talk of her seducing the young lord with her br*asts or swaying her hips at him, she couldn’t ignore it anymore because the nonsense had become a reality. Lizbeth, who had found her way to Bieren’s bedroom, set down the water for washing and bowed her body.

“I have brought the water for washing, my Lord.”

Bieren looked at Lizbeth without getting up from the bed. It was different from the time he had sent away the innocent Lizbeth who blushed while reading a history book about a kingdom that had public physical affairs. It was time to finally swallow up the carefully waited-for young maid.

“Come up.”

Bieren ordered, now aware of how large and luscious her br*asts were beneath that thick maid’s dress. He knew every detail from her slender waist and the narrowness of the opening between her legs. Knowing made him even more eager. Lizbeth alternated between fetching the washing water and attending to him.

“Where should I come up to?”

“You should lift your skirt and come up to my face.”

He spoke with a natural ease as if asking about something obvious. Lizbeth froze in place at the lewd words and the command to lift her skirt and dare to come over her master’s face.

“Why are you still standing there and not spilling c*m over my face like yesterday?”

Lizbeth blushed as she remembered her lewd actions yesterday. Despite his mocking words, it seemed abnormal for him to talk while his lower regions stirred her.

“Take off your underwear and come up.”

He ordered again. Even though Lizbeth hesitated at the man’s command, she couldn’t take a step forward. She stammered as she shook between her thighs.

“How, how can I… disrespectfully…your Lordship….”

“How long will you continue to call me by such a stiff title? Have you had so many masters who have suckled your br*ast and f*cked your c*nt that you find it difficult to call me master?”

“No, no…I only did those things…with you.”

Lizbeth spoke as if it were unfair to doubt her purity. Every time Bieren saw her innocent face claiming she was a virgin, he was sure her innocence belonged to him alone. Otherwise, he couldn’t drive himself crazy with desire like this. He wanted to take away the innocence of a naive maid claiming to be a virgin and make her tremble by directly grasping her waist.

“Then quickly take off your underwear and spread your legs.”

Bieren urged Lizbeth with a low breath. Lizbeth, afraid she would be punished for trying to strip with her back to him as she had yesterday, turned her body again to him. She slowly slipped her hand under her skirt in front of him and grasped her underwear. Under the man’s intense gaze, she lowered the fabric from her fingertips. Bieren felt his mouth go dry at the sight of the maid’s white underwear on the floor.

“Grab your underwear and come closer.”

Lizbeth hesitated to pick them up, ashamed that they were nothing more than scraps of worn fabric. At her master’s urging, she finally picked them up and approached the bed. Bieren took the underwear from Lizbeth’s hand, pulled down only the front of his pants, and wrapped her underwear around his er*ect p*nis. The underwear looked infinitesimally tiny against his monstrously er*ect p*nis. Lizbeth stared at him, stunned by the unimaginable lewdness of the act.

“Come up.”

He commanded as he slowly stroked his fingers up his underwear-encased c*ck. Lizbeth kicked off her worn shoes and struggled to lift her foot that wouldn’t budge, placing her knees on the bed. She hesitated as she approached him on her knees, unable to muster the courage to sit on his face.

“It takes forever to get you to do anything.”

Bieren said with a hint of disapproval, grabbing one of Lizbeth’s thighs and pulling her closer. She lost her balance for a moment under the man’s strong pull and wobbled. She reached out to the wooden headboard of the bed but it was already too late, Bieren’s lips were already pressed between her legs. Lizbeth jerked up, startled at the feel of her p*ssy brushing against the bridge of his nose.

“Hmph….”

“Hold up your skirt and walk. I want to see if your p*ssy is swollen.”

Bieren whispered from beneath Lizbeth’s skirt. She hastily lifted the fabric to check her master’s position. Her grip on the cloth tightened as she found her master buried between her spread legs. As if the sight wasn’t lascivious enough, Bieren ordered something even more lascivious.

“Wiggle your hips.”

He looked at Lizbeth’s p*ssy and stuck out his tongue to lick at it. The lewd maid was already moistening between her legs before he could even suck her. As he covered her c*nt with his mouth and sucked out her fl*ids, Lizbeth’s thighs bucked and she squeezed his face.

“Ugh, master…”

“I told you to wiggle your hips, how long are you going to sit there idly waiting for your master to lick you?”

Bieren said as he slapped the moaning Lizbeth. Finally, she reluctantly began to sway her hips slowly. As his tongue explored her folds, making a squelching sound each time, Lizbeth’s moans flowed with it.

“Hmph, mmmph!”

Her hips lifted upwards as his tongue plunged into her. He grasped and pulled down the maid’s b*ttocks that were avoiding his tongue, then thrust his tongue again in her c*nt. Every time Lizbeth’s v*gina tightened and she struggled to pull away, Bieren would grab her hips and pull her down. The up-and-down movements accumulated into a rhythmic motion.

“Ha, ooh, master, I’m ah….”

Clutching the hem of her skirt, Lizbeth called out to him with a mangled voice every time he thrust into her. Bieren couldn’t tear his eyes away from the whimpering maid’s face. Each time he pulled down her b*ttocks, it seemed as though she was trembling her hips on her own. Lizbeth felt the strength in his hand as he gripped her underwear and grasped his c*ck. She felt the flesh being squeezed out as he pressed hard, stirring the surrounding flesh.

“Hah, hmm, there…ah…”

As his tongue found her swollen cl*toris just like yesterday, Lizbeth felt a sense of déjà vu. She remembered how she had squirmed and whimpered, eventually releasing her c*m into his mouth when he had teased her with his fingers and sucked on her with his tongue.

“Oh, no, please, not there, ah, just a moment…”

Lizbeth writhed as her thigh was held firmly by the man. Each time he licked her cl*t and covered her p*ssy with his lips, she squirmed uncontrollably. Due to her trembling thighs, it seemed as if she was moving her hips herself, grazing her sensitive nub against the tip of his tongue.

“Ah, oh, yes!”

Lizbeth, who was once again close to org*sm, squirmed and fell backward. She bucked her hips over his body, then crawled on all fours on the bed like an animal. Then, Bieren grabbed the slender ankle of the maid who was fleeing from her cl*max and pulled her to him. He scolded her in a harsh tone.

“Where are you going?”

“Ah…”

Lizbeth’s slender body slid helplessly across the silken quilt and pressed against his lower body. Her skirt lifted, exposing her white b*ttocks, and the sight of her crawling like an animal sent a chill down his spine. Bieren quickly grabbed her ankles and turned her over so he could see the maid’s face, both cheeks wet with pl*asure. Lizbeth swallowed her gasping breaths and pleaded.

“If you do more… it’ll be too much. I may be disrespectful…”

“Even if you piss yourself, what reason do I have not to accept it? Are you forgetting your position as nothing more than your master’s position?”