For a long moment, Lena did not move. The spoon hung in the air between them and trembled slightly at its edge, sending tiny ripples across the surface. Alex realized it was not the soup that was shaking.
It was her hand.
"On... on your lap, young master?" Her voice came out thin.
"Yes," Alex said calmly. "On my lap."
He watched her face and for a second, there was a flicker of disbelief. Her brown eyes searched his, perhaps she was checking whether this was a cruel joke.
Then she must have found what she was looking for.
Because her entire expression changed.
The tension fell away from her shoulders. Her eyes grew wide and bright, and the corners of her mouth began to rise on their own.
She pressed her lips together hard, trying to hold it back.
It didn’t work.
A small, helpless smile broke through anyway, and she quickly lowered her head to hide it. Her ears had turned a deep red.
"Yes. Of course, young master. It would be my honor."
’A woman in heat indeed. Don’t worry, Lena. I’m going to give you exactly what you want today.’
His smile deepened, just slightly.
’But... slowly, it would be no fun if I just rushed into it.’
Lena stood up from the edge of the bed, holding the tray against her chest so that nothing spilled, and turned to face him fully.
Then she stopped.
Now that the moment had arrived, she seemed unsure how to begin. She stood there at the side of the bed with the tray in her hands, glancing at his legs and then at his face and then at the floor, her fingers tightening on the silver edge.
Tap. Tap.
Alex lifted one hand and tapped the top of his thigh twice.
"It’s fine," he said softly. "Come."
She smiled.
It was a small obedient smile, but there was a shine behind it that no training could hide.
"If I may, young master."
She bowed her head slightly then stepped closer, turned her body to the side, and lowered herself onto his lap.
Alex’s whole body lit up.
It was like a spark racing down a fuse. The sudden weight of her heavy ass.
He held very still.
’Oh. Oh, wow. That’s a lot of ass. My dick is already throbbing.’
Lena sat very straight, her back stiff, her chin lifted. She was trying to look composed, trying to be the perfect servant, but a faint tremor ran through her shoulders and her breathing was a little too quick.
She did not look at him.
Not yet.
Instead she shifted the tray from her lap to hold it steady in front of them both, and her fingers found the spoon again.
She dipped it into the soup, scooped up a full serving, and blew across it gently. Alex found himself watching her lips again, and this time he didn’t pretend otherwise.
Then she turned her head and held the spoon up to his mouth.
"Please, young master," she whispered. "Open."
Alex opened his mouth.
She slid the spoon between his lips with great care, and he closed them around it.
The first thing he noticed was the warmth.
The second was the taste.
It spread across his tongue like a quiet wave. The food was undeniably delicious but something else was going on.
Right on his lap, Lena was swirling her fat ass around his cock.
At first he thought she had only been adjusting her seat.
’The food is amazingly delicious but I can’t fucking concentrate. Her fat ass on my cock is... is freaking AMAZING.’
’I know I said slowly. But there is no way I can do slowly if she keeps this up.’
Lena dipped the spoon into the bowl one more time and brought it close to Alex’s mouth. This time, Alex caught her wrist mid air.
Lena turned her head, and for the first time since sitting down, she looked straight at him. Her cheeks had gone a deep, flustered pink. She dropped her gaze almost at once, lowering her lashes, and her voice came out small and shy.
"Is something wrong, young master?"
Her lips were slightly parted, glistening faintly. A strand of hair had slipped loose from her tie and fallen across her cheek. Her shoulders were drawn in a little, as though she were trying to shrink, and she kept glancing up at him from beneath her lashes.
’You little... You’re good at this.’
A dry breath escaped him. He looked at her dead in the eyes for a few seconds, and she looked back, waiting.
"Lena."
"Yes, young master?"
"Have you eaten today?"
She blinked in surprise. That was clearly not what she had expected.
"I... no, young master." She shook her head softly. "I have not had the time yet. I woke early to prepare your meal."
"Since when?"
"Since before dawn."
Alex frowned.
"And last night?"
She hesitated.
"...A little bread."
Alex shaked his head.
"That’s not good."
He let go of her wrist, but only to take the spoon from her fingers. She let it go without protest, too surprised to resist.
"Then I’ll feed you."
The color drained from Lena’s face.
"Y-young master?"
She nearly jumped out of his lap.
"That is not... I couldn’t possibly. It is not proper. A maid does not eat before her master, and certainly a master does not..." She shook her head quickly, her voice tumbling over itself. "Please, there is no need. I will eat later in the kitchen. It is my duty to serve, not to be served."
"Lena."
"I really could not..."
She tried to push the spoon gently away with her fingertips, her gaze darting toward the door.
But Alex was watching her eyes and they kept returning to the spoon. There was a small tremor at the corner of her mouth. She was saying no with her lips, but the rest of her was leaning towards him.
He smiled and lifted the spoon higher.
"Lena." He lowered his voice. "It’s an order."
The fight went out of her instantly.
Her shoulders loosened. Her hands clasped together and she pressed them deep against the curve of her breast.
Her eyes closed. And she opened her mouth.
"Ahh..."
The sound was soft and small and a little breathless.
Alex almost lost his composure right there.
’She’s really playing this role perfectly.’
He couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto his face.
’The shy maid. The reluctant girl who is being forced to enjoy something she secretly wants. You have no idea what I’m about to do.’
He brought the spoon slowly towards her mouth.
And at the last moment, he let his hand slip.
It looked like an accident. A small, clumsy tilt of the wrist. The spoon dipped sideways just before it reached her lips, and the soup spilled over its edge and landed squarely against her chest.
Splash.
It was cold by now. Lena gasped softly, her eyes flying open as the liquid struck her, and her body gave a small flinch at the touch.
"Ah..."
The soup ran down and Alex watched it go. Then he looked up, and put on an expression of blameless regret.
"Oh. I’m sorry, Lena. My hand slipped."
Lena stared down at herself. Her face went red, then redder.
"No, no, young master, please do not apologize. It was only a small accident."
She laughed nervously, covering her chest with her palm. Cream was spreading across her apron and seeping through the thin layer of cloth beneath.
"I should clean this at once. Please excuse me. I will be right back."
She set the tray down on the mattress and pushed herself up from his lap.
The warmth vanished and Alex felt it go like cold air against his skin.
She stood and turned her back to him, already moving towards the door.
She had taken exactly two steps when his hand shot out.
He caught her wrist.
Then he grabbed her other one, as well, closing his fingers around both her hands from behind, and pulled.
Lena stumbled back with a soft, startled sound.
She stopped just short of his chest, her wrists held in his grip.
He looked at the back of her neck. At the pink flush spreading across her ears and down her throat.
Lena stood completely still.
Her breath came out in a short, uneven shudder. Slowly, she turned her head and glanced back at him. Her lips were parted, and she looked as though she could not decide whether she was dreaming.
"Y-young master...?"
Her voice cracked.
"I must clean myself... the soup..."
Alex tightened his grip, just a little.
He drew her another inch closer, until her side was almost pressed against his chest. He lowered his head, and his lips came close to her ear.
She shivered.
"Where are you going?" He kept his voice low and calm, "That’s my food you want to run away with."
Lena’s breath stopped.
"And I still want to eat."