Helios doesn’t finish in her mouth—it surprised Enid, honestly. At this point, she could feel her cunt continue to soak as he slowly pulled his still-hard cock from her throat. Her lips are swollen, her mouth slick with spit, her chest rising and falling as she gasps for air. Her thighs throbbed where she knelt, and his towering figure reflected in her red-rimmed, glassy eyes—still wet with the tears he’d coerced from her. Something about it made her begin to avoid her gaze.
She felt a certain shame warm in her belly; did she enjoy this type of use? On her knees with the view of her employer’s cock in front of her?
“You know,” he murmured, “You’ve been such a good little mouse. It really pains me to do this.”
Enid looked up quickly.
He simply looked at her with a hunger that had yet faded.
“Stand up,” he said.
She did, on damp, trembling legs; this time she hadn’t covered herself.
“Turn around,” Helios continued. “Hands on the edge of the desk.”
“What?” She looked at him, confused.
His voice replied, “Now, mouse.”
He didn’t look like he’d take anything for action
So, Enid turned, and coautuious walked to the desk. He placed her hands on the carved wood of the dark desk. I was tall, solid, and cold beneath her palms.
She hadn’t heard him move as she faced the wall with her hands positioned and her legs spread apart. The air had shifted long ago, but the heat of his presence near her back felt overwhelming. She could feel his palm pressed against her back, and she squirmed when his hand gently, almost tenderly, brushed her lower spine.
His hand slowly traveled down until it met her round dimple bottom, then—
Smack.
Tears spilled from her eyes at the sudden strike that burned against her skin. His palm struck her bare ass. Not hard enough to injure, but enough to leave a red mark.
“Tell me,” Helios started, his voice deliberate, nearly a whisper. “What did you do wrong?”
Enid’s mouth opened, then closed. She wasn’t sure what answer he wanted.
That was her mistake.
Smack.
She cried out again, pressing her chest against the cool, flat surface of the desk.
“I asked you a question, little mouse.”
“I…” she stammered. “I slapped you…”
Smack.
“More.”
“I—I came into your study uninvited, I yelled at you.”
Smack.
“And?”
Her voice came out small and strangled. “I said things about your wife.”
Smack.
Her knees began to buckle.
“And?”
“I…I said that you were a bad father.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. For a moment, she can feel like cool air on her stinging bottom. Taller than her, he looms over her shoulder.
“Well,” he said softly. “It wasn’t as if you were wrong. Though I wonder what gave you the confidence to do it.”
Enid choked back a sob as he wound back his hand again, but—but this time he stopped. She didn’t feel the impact of his palm. Instead, Helios circled the desk she was pressed up against. He looked like a judge contemplating her sentence. She wondered for a moment if he’d finally decided to send her to the gallows. She stood, barely able to hold herself up, naked. Her backside flushed red, her big brown eyes wet again.
“Either way,” he continued, “You told me what I did wrong…how much I wronged my child. For that, you weren’t wrong.”
He stopped, then thought again.
“Starting tomorrow, you will no longer work in the kitchens or the laundry.”
She blinked. “What—?”
“You will report to the nursery with the Nanny Ines. You will care for Nico and Anastasia. Understand?”
Enid stared at him, stunned. “But—I’m just a—”
Maid.
One who spent thirty years hidden, involved with the duchy at a minimum as a worker. Though the time the former Grand Duke and his wife lived at the Duchy, Helios married the former Duchess. Even the day Nico and Anastasia were born. Though she stayed at a servant’s length and only heard about the events of the novel as they played out. Through that, she remained under the radar until she found Nico that day.
It wasn’t as if she could ignore such a small child, but seeing him cry broke her. The moment held Nico was the moment she became involved, and when she slapped the duke, it sealed her fate.
Helios stepped closer, turning her head and tipping her chin with one scarred finger.
“Nico thinks you’re kind, and my daughter would surely adore you. So little mouse…want you close enough to watch.”
Enid swallowed hard.
“I know that you’ll cherish them.”
“You could be wrong.”
“You say that as if I didn’t know how you reacted in favor of my son.”
She pursed her lips, turning her head away from his before he turned it back to face him.
“Do you understand me?”
“…yes.”
“Then say, mouse.”
“I…I will cherish them.”
“Swear it.”
She could feel a tear prickling in her eyes as he rubbed the still-stinging spot on her backside. “I swear, I’ll cherish them.”
For the time since she stepped into his office, Helios smiled with his canines bared.
“Good.”
Once he stepped back, Enid felt the tight knot in her belly snap, and she cried, she more from relief. She felt his eye roam the tender red patch of her rear and the slight twitching in her thighs.
He turns, she gets a few of his muscular back and toned backside when he sits himself on his divan.
“Get dressed,” he said. “You’ll sleep in the nursery wing after tonight. I’ll have things moved.”
She turned, quickly gathering her nightgown from the floor, pulling the thin fabric over her body.
“Oh, and Enid?” He said, right before she reached the door.
She turned.
He was now full mass; it twitched as he stared at the outline of her body under her shift. She had to take her eyes away from him, looking at the painting behind him.
“If I see tears again,” he murmured, “let them be because you’re breaking around my cock—not because you dared to speak out of turn.”
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