The Pirate and the Noble

Lorraine-Simone froze, her hair obscuring her face. She did not move, just sighed very deeply. This was not going like her fantasies. This was halfway between pleasant and hellish. She wished it would just pick a side.

"...please," she mumbled. "I'd like to change."

"And I think I like you," she replied, leaning closer. "Can't we both have our way?"

She shook her head, not looking anywhere but the ground.

"...please."

"You could've asked, if you wanted it that badly," she teased, tossing her jacket to the floor.

"Are you going to untie me?" she asked suddenly, a pang of fear shooting through her. It would certainly not be enjoyable if she wasn't untied.

"Sure, if you promise to play nice," she said, stroking her chest again. "Is this fine with you? If it is, sure I'll untie you."

She nodded immediately. She was tired of being restrained. It wasn't any fun at all, and nothing like her fantasies. Though, perhaps, those were a bit far fetched anyway. Lorraine-Simone felt herself settling for this already. She wondered if she'd planned on this before she realized it consciously. Her body was certainly not complaining.

"I promise."

Her experienced fingers made quick work of the ropes, and she soon helped Lorraine-Simone to her feet.

"Shall we move to the bed, dear?" she cooed.

"Bed?" she asked, before she could help herself. She felt her face flush red once more. "I mean...of course."

Lorraine-Simone had never had the pleasure of sex on a bed, for her it was always quickly in a corner, somewhere hidden, away from the prying eyes of the other servants. It was never anything real, and she suspect this was not either. Yet, it felt different, not hidden. She wasn't sure she liked it.

Though she was covering her breasts and trying to fix her shirt, her heart was pounding.

She sat on the bed and pulled Lorraine-Simone into her lap, slipping her hands onto her breasts. She gently rubbed her nipples with the tips of her fingers.

Lorraine-Simone struggled briefly before she relaxed, telling herself this is what she wanted. She exhaled, embarrassed at the hardness of her nipples.

Olive nibbled at her neck, chuckling softly. Without warning, she pulled her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, licking her lips.

"You've kissed before, haven't you?"

Lorraine-Simone felt her face turn very red.

"O-of course I have," she insisted, but it was mostly a lie. There had been no kissing between her and her servants those times. Kissing was affection, for which they had none for one another.

She kissed Lorraine-Simone full on the lips, grinding her hips against her.

She squeaked loudly and squirmed, trying to get away.

"N-no!" she protested, pushing Olive.

She chuckled and pulled away.

"Do you want me to be more gentle?"