The Pregnant Maid Runs Away - Chapter 7: Confinement, Jewels, and Dresses (Part 2)
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Chapter 7: Confinement, Jewels, and Dresses (Part 2)
Bieren gave Lizbeth her maid’s dress back, but she never did tasks like sweeping the floor or fetching tea while wearing it. Instead, she was just taken here and there by Bieren, wearing the dress, and used. It was no different than life in the bedroom. Bieren wanted to give up on Lizbeth, who seemed to want to escape from him. He called the staff at the dress salon to make sure she didn’t desire the maid’s clothes.
“From the salon.”
He had Lizbeth measured and fitted her for an expensive, glamorous dress. With the dress on and her hair done up with the help of a maid, Lizbeth looked like a noblewoman. Bieren felt like a lustful man groping his lover on the terrace of a ball as he lifted Lizbeth’s dress. He was glad she wasn’t a noblewoman. If she were, she would be the flower of society.
“This look is just for me.”
Lizbeth looked puzzled as she heard Bieren whispering to her. Since she would be confined to the bedroom anyway, she couldn’t understand why she was dressed in clothes fit for a noble lady. She felt melancholic, as it seemed he just wanted to feel like he was fondling a noble lady rather than a lowly maid. A maid could be picked up and rolled around at will, but not a noblewoman. She was undoubtedly a substitute for some noble lady.
“From the jeweler.”
Bieren bought jewelry to match Lizbeth’s dress and adorned her. She looked even more beautiful, like a wealthy lady. That made him impatient. She was not the kind of beauty who belonged in a rural orphanage. The only thing he was grateful to his mother, who had abandoned him, was for bringing Lizbeth to him. The maid, shining so brightly as to be mistaken for jewelry, was his. But the more she was adorned with glamorous and valuable things, the more her spirit seemed to fade away. It was too clear that her heart, which he couldn’t control, was leaking out of her. The more he tried to collect what was dripping away, the faster it slipped through his fingers.
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“Please assign me tasks like fetching tea and cleaning.”
One day, summoned to Bieren’s study, Lizbeth gathered the courage to speak up. She brought a tea tray like any other maid. Seeing her in the same attire as any other maid, Bieren gritted his teeth. Her courage sparked his anger. After indulging her unreasonable demand to wear her maid’s dress again, she now asked to do menial tasks. He had given her expensive jewelry and dresses, but she seemed to be saying that she missed her place more than she missed being by his side. Bieren’s face contorted as he spoke.
“You ask for one thing and then demand more endlessly. Take off your dress.”
Withtrembling hands, Lizbeth unb*ttoned her dress. Once before, when she’d hesitated to comply with his lustful commands, he’d ripped her maid’s clothes to shreds. She felt too ashamed when other maids had to make her a new one. It seemed they found out about the different purposes of the maid’s dresses she wore. So now, she quickly tried to undress before Bieren could tear it apart. She undressed completely, covering her chest with one arm and her legs with the other hand.
“Just put the apron back on your bare body.”
Bieren commanded in a lowered voice, looking at Lizbeth’s n*kedness. Although she doesn’t see him every day, every time she undresses in front of him, she gets the same shivers down her spine as the day she first opened her legs. Lizbeth didn’t understand his lewd intentions of wearing only the apron over her n*ked body but picked up the fallen cloth at her feet and put it on. She was just glad she could wear something. But wearing just an apron made her feel like she was not cooking in the kitchen, but rather being cooked herself.
“Come closer. You have to serve the tea.”
Bieren said, beckoning towards him. It was more lewd than imagined. Lizbeth was bare-chested, her apron barely covering the area between her legs, her br*asts barely concealing her n*pples, and her mounds bared. Giving Lizbeth back her maid’s dress seemed like a wise decision. Blushing, Lizbeth carried the tray of teacups, one hand covering her br*ast. It bothered her that the fabric of her apron, which covered her sheer bottom, seemed to rustle with each step.
Once Lizbeth put down the tea tray, Bieren pulled her waist and sat her on his desk.
“There’s only one way for you to please your master.”
Bieren said, parting Lizbeth’s apron that barely covered her legs. Since she was already undressed, her private parts were fully exposed. He pushed his fingers between her legs, teasing her until they were dripping with her juices.
“Ugh, ah!”
Bieren, seeing Lizbeth’s body easily responding to his touch and becoming so sensitive that she released her essence despite feeling ashamed, commented lewdly as one side of her apron slipped down, revealing her pale n*pples.
“You’re writhing as if begging to be sucked.”
He took the maid’s n*pple into his mouth, which bobbed seductively in front of his vision and sucked on it. Then he reached into her apron and pulled her br*asts out on either side. He tucked the fabric of her apron between her br*asts, leaving them bared, and sucked on the other n*pple, while wiggling his fingers inside wildly, driving her closer to cl*max. Lizbeth tried to push away from her nipple-sucking master’s shoulders, but as her cl*max approached, she buried her face in his chest and held on to him.
“Oooh, master, no more, ha, ahhhh!”
Lizbeth’s cries were followed by a stream of juices. Bieren removed his mouth from the maid’s nipple and caught the c*m flowing between her legs in a cup. He bent his fingers to scrape out the juices that had pooled inside and poured it into the cup. Then he slowly scraped her p*ssy with the rim of the teacup to collect every last drop. Bieren held the pooled juices at the bottom of the teacup in front of Lizbeth’s eyes, shaming her.
“This is the only thing you can pour.”
Lizbeth, sprawled on his desk, legs apart and disheveled, gasped for air. She resented him so much for ruthlessly trampling her sincere desire to work. She feared getting used to a life like a doll, confined to the bedroom, spreading her legs apart whenever he came to visit. That was no life for a human being. Bieren tilted the cup containing the c*m in front of her as if presenting it and even clearly showed himself swallowing it. Then he left a remark.
“Sweet as hell.”
Lizbeth blushed deeply as she watched the man drink her c*m from the precious cup. She pulled up the fallen straps of her apron to cover her br*asts that protruded on both sides. Although the apron was nothing more than a piece of cloth that revealed the hills of her chest, she still wanted to cover her body even a little. Bieren picked Lizbeth up and set her down, but he pressed her shoulders, forcing her to kneel on the floor. Leaving her there, as if that was her place, he sat down in the leather chair and undid his pants.
“Crawl over here. Time to clean your master’s c*ck.”
Lizbeth crawled on her knees toward Bieren. The young Lizbeth had no idea that crawling under his desk to clean it entails this meaning. Even though he just sucked her n*pples and didn’t do much below, blood rushed to the area, making it terrifyingly erect when he untied his trousers. His desire for her was equally unyielding, and she was certain she would be tormented by an insatiable thirst no matter how much she satisfied his c*ck.