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Hidden Cravings (Yenpointfive & Sumi)

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Sumi

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There was a time when she was a meek one, a simple admirer, a girl who would rather watch someone from afar. However, even the young heiress had a limit, and when he showed up into her life, everything started to get stressful. It was one thing to have a crush on someone she saw now and then, but seeing him every single day, all day long, was too much for the woman she was now. The mere 'like' soon turned into a real infatuation with this man, and before she knew it, she couldn't keep in this stress and need building inside of her. She wanted him for herself, to have him wrapped around her finger, to make him think only of her. A wishful thinking for someone who didn't have much guts at first, but something totally possible for the bold mistress she was in the present.

Ordering him to do nasty things in the public, in front of her friends, treating him like her personal slave and pet, a man made to please her body and someone to feed her ego. He was the perfect asset to her rich life, like a shiny new toy that she couldn't get enough of no matter how much time passed. This is how after two years of working for her as her butler she was happier than ever to have him in her control, because everyday it was getting better and better along with every new idea popping into her head to humiliate him and crush his pride into tiny little pieces.

Her name was Estelle Avery. A rich young woman in her early twenties, a heiress, and the daughter of a well known CEO who managed to get millions with his company. As expected from any rich person, Estelle was a snobby one. At least, most of the times. She had the looks, the money and the power, and thus, she felt she had all the rights to have everything under her control. And even if until a couple of years ago she didn't actually dare to go this far, now she had someone to order around and tease to no end, in the most annoying and humiliating ways.

Besides, he had all the reasons to feel flattered to be chosen as pet by this particular woman, right? After all, the youngest daughter of the Avery's and the only one who remained by her parents' side even after turning twenty was quite a looker. Red long hair falling down on her shoulder in curls, obviously dyed yet fitting her personality, dark blue eyes rimmed by long dark eyelashes, lips which begged to be kissed and a nice proportional body, fit for a model if it wasn't for her height of just 5'2.

It was Saturday morning when she decided to invite her friends over. But first things first, she had to take breakfast. And what other way to start the day but with having a little fun with the pet hired by her father to be her servant. Wearing a short nightgown revealing her smooth legs, her neck, her arms and a little bit of her round mounds, she sat down at the table in the dinning room of the huge mansion she called her home, crossing her legs and typing some messages to send to her friends from her expensive black smartphone, while she sipped on her coffee. That is, until she spilled some of the warm liquid by mistake, most of it wetting the black satin material which covered her body. "Servant, hurry up with those pancakes and come over and clean up your mistress!" she ordered, her voice louder as to be heard by the butler who was currently in the kitchen at her orders to make something for breakfast.
 
She had a cook. More accurately her family had one. A five star cook at that. Even for breakfast they could have gotten someone who knew how to do more than pancakes, bacon, and eggs (and when it came to Alex your options for eggs were scrambled, with or without cheese). He wasn't surprised that she had him cook her breakfast. She seemed to find tasks for him to do just so she could order him to do something. Not that he minded cooking compared to many of the tasks that she picked for him.

Mr. Avery was quite the businessman when it came to contracts and Alex's was an interesting one. He was getting paid well for his services. Even at twenty one years old he had a little over a million dollars to his name. Sort of. The amount of money they'd agreed upon for Alex's services probably would have caused Alex to quit early if the option was available to him. As it was, the money was set aside in an account until Alex was thirty, at which point he'd be set to retire. Thing is, he didn't see a penny until then, meaning that the Avery's money was the only thing keeping him clothed, fed, and housed. And he had no doubt that if he did decide to quit they'd ruin his chances of finding another job till he came crawling back. In short, he'd ensured for that for at least the next ten years his daughter would keep her pet.

It wasn't hard to see why she liked him. His youthful appearance was quite pleasing and he looked quite good in a suit. He was tall and on the slender side with a nice hint of muscle to him. His eyes were a deep brown color that perfectly matched his hair, neatly trimmed of course. When he heard her calling for him he quickly shoveled her food onto her plate and hurried it into the dining room, grabbing a napkin from the table and starting to clean her night gown off for her. "Good morning, mistress." He said as he worked. Given half the chance he'd retreat to some other task until she called for him, finding it safer to remain out of sight, lest his presence give her another idea that she wanted to try out. One of the other wonderful issues he had with working for this family was that the Averys could neatly cover up whatever Estelle decided to do with him. He wouldn't have put it past her to be able to parade him about naked on national television and then hush it up somehow.
 
Rather than cover up whatever Estelle decided to do to her precious butler, her parents were just grateful to have someone to keep their youngest and the most spoiled child of their own, simply busy. It was so much easier to satisfy her now, because since she had gotten Alex as her pet, the red head started to slow down on asking her daddy to buy her all those useless expensive things like cars, clothes and jewelries. Thus, her mother was the happiest one when she found out that her youngest daughter suddenly switched her focus to someone else. It wasn't a big sum to pay this new employee given the wage of her husband, so the older woman of the house figured it was a good deal. Especially since the man of the house always had a weakness for his little lovely daughter, buying her everything she wanted in an instant. Go and figure how Estelle ended up to be the woman she was in the present.

The pale skinned hand moved in a swift motion to slap his hand away as he tried to clean her night gown with a mere napkin. It was obvious he still didn't get the idea that everything she ordered had a nasty purpose. The pair of blue eyes glanced up at him, her lips curving into an amused smile. "Did I tell you to use that thing?" she questioned and pointed to the napkin in his hand, raising an eyebrow at the same time. "On your knees. I don't how, but you'll clean up this mess. Using your mouth and nothing else. I wouldn't leave behind even a single drop or stain in your place, or else who knows what this lovely heiress will do next." she instructed, the smile on her face showing clearly that she wasn't just messing around, but only messing with him in a serious way. Shifting a little in her chair to give him access to the front of her body as she crossed her legs and rested one elbow on the edge of the table while the other hand worked on writing some messages, Estelle waited to see what he was going to do, knowing fully well that it would be an embarrassing task and maybe even a hard one. "Hurry up or the coffee drops might slide down to my panties. And I doubt you want to get there. Or would you want that?" she added with a dark chuckle.
 
By now Alex could recover rather quickly from Estelle's outbursts. He was used to being struck every now and then and it didn't bother him much so long as it was only her hand. He simply withdrew the napkin and set it on the table. "No mistress, you didn't." He responded, already knowing what would come next. He waited for her to give the order anyway, knowing she enjoyed the chance to do so. He then dropped to his knees as he'd been instructed to. If the material had been some color other than black the task would have been impossible to accomplish without leaving a stain but as it was he just might avoid punishment. When she suggested that he might wind up cleaning her panties in a similar manner he grinned a little bit, though he kept his head down so she couldn't see. He could certainly think of a couple of reasons he'd like to get this little tart's panties off. Teaching Estelle a lesson would have been a wonderful thing, and if she kept up like this, tonight just might be the night when he did.

He leaned in and gently dragged his tongue across the spill on her night gown, lapping up the mess as best he could. Alex was actually quite good with his tongue by now. Practice made perfect and practice with the threat of punishment for failure made perfect a whole lot quicker. Every now and then he'd glance up at her cautiously, trying not to get noticed. He didn't like being in positions like this since it made it hard to keep an eye on her in case she tried anything funny. He also found himself wondering what she was messaging her friends about and decided that he probably didn't want to know. All in all he didn't like Estelle's friends. They made an audience for Estelle to show him off in front of and that alone was enough to create problems for him. Not because he was embarrassed to perform his duties in front of them, they all knew what was going on here. He just didn't like anything that gave Estelle a reason to get creative.
 
One of the most amusing things for Estelle was being able to see how cautious he was, the subtle glances as he lapped up the coffee off her night gown making her smile again. But better yet, she would be even more amused later on, when her friends would show up for the little gathering. In spite of that, a shiver ran up her spine as she could almost feel his tongue on her skin, the only thing between her soft body and his warm tongue being the thin satin material. In fact, somewhere in the back of her mind, she actually wished there was nothing like that to separate them. A though which she had to discard quite quickly as she reminded herself that she wasn't to become such a weak thing, a mere something to be toyed with by her own pet. It would be an outrageous crime to give in and suddenly act nice to him, or beg him for both mental and physical affection. Being infatuated with him and keeping it as something obvious but unsaid was one thing, but admitting it would be a shameful act from her part.

Once she finished with the phone, she glanced down at him and felt sort of disappointed for having no real fun with this. Lately he was used to any kind of humiliating thing, and that bothered her a lot, because she always gave him those tasks to see him troubled and even flustered. Most of the guys would be flustered if she attempted to flirt with them, but Alex was different, in an annoying way, given that it took a whole lot to make him 'cry to his momma'. She needed something new, and as she thought some ideas over in her head, she took another sip of what was left of her coffee and then placed the empty cup back on the table. A slight smile showed on her face all of a sudden. "The girls will show up this afternoon... But until then, I feel like playing some games with my little pet. Guess what we're going to play? That's right. You're going to act like my dog. Aren't you happy that I just got rid of your other boring chores to do something more exciting?" she questioned, though she didn't really wait for an answer, not even expecting one. "But first..." she started, all of a sudden getting up from her chair to point to it. "Sit down." she ordered, the obvious start to another plan of hers.
 
Alex could deal with being made to do humiliating things in private for the most part but being told that her friends were coming over made him wince. The last thing he needed was a bunch of stuck up rich girls that thought he was the best toy they'd ever had showing up. Until she spoke again anyway. Then he was pretty sure that the last thing he needed was for her to get creative. Being her dog wasn't necessarily terrible, particularly without an audience. Still, he wasn't happy about the whole thing and when she questioned him about it all she got was a simple "Ecstatic" in a dry, sarcastic tone.

He was ready to stay on his knees, to bark or crawl if commanded. Honestly, Alex was getting pretty good at being a dog by now when he needed to be. What worried him was when she instead got out of his chair and told him to sit down. He tried not to look nervous as he followed her orders but it wasn't really working. Naturally his mind was racing with all the things she could be thinking of at that very moment and it pissed him off to realize that that was exactly what she wanted.
 
Sarcasm wasn't really something she would easily accept from his part, but in spite of his reply to her question, she figured the next order would be enough to punish him for his impertinence. She would soon make him regret he had her as a mistress. That is, if he didn't already regret it, something quite possible given what she did to him in the last couple of years. Either way, from her point of view, she didn't think she was that bad yet. She could have done worse than tease him. She could have totally humiliated him in front of a real public, or abuse him, go for painful punishments. However, she only worked with his mind, trying to destroy every drop of his pride, without going as far as to beat him until he would submit like a real pet. Besides, she couldn't see herself being the kind of woman with a whip in her hand or a baseball bat, waiting to strike whenever he would fail to do as she said. Maybe the whip part would actually be interesting now that she thought about it, but still. That wasn't needed as long as she bought him.

Estelle could see the nervousness in his eyes, feeling so triumphant as she finally got him where she wanted him. But this wasn't all, there was more to it than he would even imagine. Stepping back towards the chair in which he now sat, she took her sit as well, in his lap, facing sideways from him so she could still see him and at the same time he would still have access to the table, while she quickly wrapped an arm around his neck to bring him closer. Inching closer to his ear, she very lightly blew into it, before her lips arched upwards again into a sly smile. "If you get a boner right now, I might have to punish you even harder." she whispered, her voice turning one of a seductress. If there was another thing she loved was playing with words and using her orders to actually provoke him to do the opposite. After all, it is a given fact that the more one thinks about avoiding something, that's exactly what's going to happen in the end. "You wouldn't want to get hard over something like this, right?" she murmured into his ear again, the same low tone as her other free hand went to his neck, one of her fingers trailing down his chest to the very edge of his pants, only to stop there. She would make sure to notice if he actually felt aroused, one of her thighs pressing exactly on his crotch. "Feed me. But be very careful now, or I might get really upset if you drop anything." she added teasingly, gently rubbing the area above his crotch.
 
If she hadn't followed up with anything else then he wouldn't have any reason to be nervous. Chairs were not worrisome by themselves. It was the fact that he was far more used to being ordered to remain on his knees than he was being asked to take her seat. When she sat on his lap the picture started to become clear. He looked distinctly less nervous now that he knew what was coming. He just had to try to keep his mind elsewhere and this wouldn't be all that bad. Admittedly that was sort of hard. Estelle already knew that she turned Alex on and the way she was treating him certainly didn't help. It wasn't like Alex would have any luck hiding his boner if he got one either. By now she already knew that her pet was hung.

"Of course I'm not going to get hard over something like this mistress. I'm a butler, breakfast is part of my routine." He said simply as he picked up her plate and fork. "If you're going to wriggle about in my lap you might at least keep your hands on my shoulders. I'd hate for you to fall and damage anything." He said, hoping to keep her hands to herself. As she stroked her fingers above his crotch she could swear she felt something pressing against her thigh. He just might have been getting hard from her teasing. With a soft sigh he cut off a bit of her pancakes, having to use the edge of the fork since he only had two hands to work with, holding it out for her to eat. "Say 'Ahh'" He said simply.
 
Estelle raised an eyebrow at his way of viewing the situation, as a mere routine, as if she actually did this every single day and he was used to it. Nevertheless, her lips curved into smirk inadvertently at how he acted like this was nothing in comparison to what she did to him before. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head as she drew a circle with her finger over his stomach now, blue eyes frozen on his face to watch out for every change in his expression. "I said you wouldn't want to get hard. But I never said you would not still be aroused. Or is this your way of saying that I'm not good enough to turn you on?" she questioned with a slight frown and glare, not really taking offense in what he said, but enjoying the chance to scold him again for his carelessness in speech. The arm hanging around his neck tightening the hold momentarily as one of her fingers lightly traced a line along the length of his neck.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. An arm is enough to keep me from falling. Though, if you'd let that plate down on the table and give me another arm, I wouldn't mind it either." she pointed out, given that she sat on his lap in such a way that he had easy access to the table, and thus, he could use only one hand to handle the fork. Given Estelle's mind and ideas, another arm could only mean she wanted him to hold her waist, but first she had something else to notice and smile at. He was getting hard just as she predicted. After all, she took pride in her new skills of teasing men. Or rather, just this particular man.

Another action from his part, another idea popping in her mind. Estelle swore she was on a roll today, getting so creative lately with her orders and her reactions. Parting her lips, her tongue reached out for the bite of pancakes first, emerald orbs making short eye contact with him as she took the piece of pancakes into her mouth, the hand on his stomach lowering again to the little area just above his crotch, rubbing it as she suddenly moaned, apparently because of how delicious was the breakfast, though the sounds escaping her mouth resembled the sexual kind of moans instead of innocent ones. "This could actually work even better with chocolate syrup... don't you think so too, Alex?" she murmured into his ear, before her hand slipped to his crotch to have her index finger press gently on the bulge formed in his pants.
 
Alex should have expected Estelle to twist his words about on him like that. He sighed softly as he realized that this demanded a response since insulting her would earn him punishment just as easily as violating her rule about getting hard. "Mistress, we both know that you are most certainly good enough to turn me on, but threatening me for getting hard and then berating me for not doing so is sort of cheating. Don't you think?" He asked. If he could draw her into a discussion about logic and what constituted cheating in this little game of hers he could hopefully give her less time to try to arouse him. Having her fingers trace their way along his neck certainly didn't help and that bulge beneath her thigh was getting more pronounced.

He quite nearly did as she said and set the plate down but he decided not to. "And risk dripping syrup on your nice nightgown?" He asked as if the suggestion she'd made was a joke. He was not about to risk the possibility of either being punished for making a mess or winding up having to clean it up the same way as before now that she'd already given him an ultimatum regarding getting a hard on.

He was tempted to watch her take the pancake but he was still quite good at keeping his eyes on hers when she looked at him and looking at a point somewhere behind her head when she was looking elsewhere. He was steadily getting better at keeping his arousal in check, but she already knew full well that Alex had a bit of a libido to him and that moan of hers set him off. She had such a lovely voice when it came to pleasure. When she decided to prod his crotch he wound up prodding her back, his cock hard and straining against the fabric, and there wasn't a thing her well endowed young butler could do to hide it. Alex was looking rather sheepish at the moment and knew he was in deep shit. "I don't suppose that mentioning your breakfast will get cold is going to help?" He suggested, knowing full well that disobeying her orders about getting hard would not end well.
 
"What a smart butler do I have here... Amazing how you can always think so clearly..." she purred, though, it was more like he was just good enough for her to tease in this case. It was so easy, after all, to drive him crazy. Or drive him mad, even if he didn't show it. Besides, she was certainly glad to have such a visibly endowed butler at her side. All the more reason to play with him and have fun teasing him, and at the same time, another thing she could possibly fantasize at night. But this was something he most likely didn't have even a single idea about. Only she knew how many times she wondered what was behind those pieces of clothing, though most of the times she would have to stop before getting too horny over her own imagination. It was sort of a shameful thing to stoop so low as to simply have her imagination running wild and do nothing about it, just like a sore loser, but for now she enjoyed the satisfaction she would get while teasing the hell out of him.

A grin showed on her face as he seemed to be aware that anything could turn into punishment for him. Of course he would be cautious about everything. "Well, after all, what could happen in the worst if you risked that? I could just take the nightgown off and then go upstairs to change my clothes. Though, if you'd drip some syrup on my skin, you'd probably have to use that tongue of yours again, I guess." she suggested, looking pretty amused with the scenario in her head, both because she just insinuated that she could take off the piece of clothing right there and then and only after that to go to her room to take other clothes, and in case the syrup would drip down anywhere else on her aside from the clothing, she'd have him lap it up like a good pet that he was. Shaking away the images forming into her mind, in fear that she might end up aroused enough to leave a stain by mistake on his pants as she sat on his lap, she smiled sweetly at him, usually a bad sign.

"Nope. In fact I woke up earlier than usual and ate breakfast. You didn't think I'd actually only eat some pancakes for breakfast, did you? I have a five star cook who's ready to satisfy my tastes regarding food. You have an entire different purpose here, my sweetest pet." she pointed out, before she quickly kissed his neck just under his ear, while her fingers down on his crotch rubbed it a little. "Wouldn't you wish you'd have someone to get rid of this arousal of yours?" she murmured into his ear and before he knew it, she was already up on her feet, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. She was proud to have managed to have him so aroused to the point where the bulge in his pants would be this visible. "Too bad I ain't that someone." she chuckled and looked at the wall on which a round clock was hung up.

"Clean up here. And you could probably do something to calm down your eager member down there too." she instructed teasingly, crossing her arms under her ample chest. "Or maybe the second is not necessary. I'll be taking a bath. After you're finished here, come and help me wash my back. And don't try to be late just to escape."
 
Saying that Alex didn't expect her to have certain fantasies wasn't true. He didn't expect her fantasies to run in the vein that they did. Instead he'd sort of come to assume that she got her excitement from degrading him and keeping him in a constant state of worry that some action would result in him being forced to strip for her friends for their amusement or collared, leashed, and taken for walks. Sometimes the fact that he didn't always get punished just made it worse since the times where he could fail to obey and still avoid punishment were made up for by times when he could be punished for no good reason. Either way, today was shaping up to be one of those days and he couldn't help but think about the fact that he did actually have an answer to that now. Not really a solution so much as a bit of mindless revenge (well, technically it would have worked as a rather nice solution to the continual arousal.) Alex didn't even want to think about what she'd do if she caught him jacking off.

When she offered him the suggestion that she might slip out of her clothing and let him clean her off with his tongue he gave her a little grin. "Now you're just trying to trick me into getting myself in trouble. For all I know one drip of syrup on that nightgown and you'll order me to switch clothing with you, or I'll wind up having to feed your friends when they come over." He said. The last one was only something he would have worried about because he didn't like being close to her friends if he could possibly be elsewhere in the room. Being poked and prodded as an instrument of their amusement was not his idea of a fun time.

He shrugged when she pointed out that he had a different purpose other than cooking. He really couldn't argue with her on that one. He bit his lip to keep quiet when she started to rub his manhood while it throbbed softly beneath the fabric, her every touch drawing him closer to enacting the revenge he'd fantasized about. "Yes mistress." He said dryly before cleaning up the room, glad for a few moments of respite from her. It was also time enough for his arousal to die down, though the idea of helping her out in the bath didn't really help that much. After he was done he reluctantly made his way to the bathroom, knocking softly before he entered.
 
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