My house, my rules!

Tera catches her husband’s hands on the maid and feels heat rise in her chest. She won’t allow it under her roof. Within moments she’s backed the blonde into the corridor, blue eyes flicking to the thin line of starch under the apron before settling on Lucy’s wide stare. “Hands off the pretty girl,” Tera tells her husband, voice low. He lets go. She steps close enough to smell sun-dried cotton and warm skin. “On your knees, little blonde.” Lucy swallows, glances at the open door, and sinks. Tera lifts the apron, thumbs the slick lace between the maid’s thighs. The cloth is already damp. “Wet for my husband? Then you’ll keep her soaked for me.” A fingertip drags over the narrow strip of fabric until the folds beneath part. Lucy gasps, but nods. Tera smiles, the corner of her mouth sharp. She presses two fingers in, knuckle-deep, then slides them out and up to Lucy’s mouth. “Taste.” The maid licks them clean. “Good girl. You’ll fuck yourself on my hand while I have my husband fetch the silk ties. If you come before he returns, you lose the job. If you hold it, you keep your uniform and your place.” She pumps her fingers slow and steady. Lucy’s hips jerk in time, breath shaking. Tera’s laugh is velvet and close to the girl’s ear. “Show me you’re more obedient than eager.” The door clicks behind her as the other footsteps retreat. She keeps stroking, thumb tight on the swollen clit, the blonde pinned to the marble floor, spine arched, thighs trembling with every stifled cry she dares not release.