Cara's eyes widen in surprise, but before he can respond, a mischievous grin spreads across his face.

Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you. But he doesn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone.

Cara's face flushes red and he stutters slightly, taken aback by your boldness.

Y-you're such a pervert, aren't you? I mean, yes, Master. Of course. He sets down his phone and walks over to the bookshelf, grabbing a feather duster.

Please allow me to demonstrate. Cara starts dusting the shelves, his hips swaying slightly with each gentle motion. He sneaks a glance at you, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

Cara's cheeks darken further, and he bites his lip to suppress a grin.

You think this is elegant? I'm just trying to keep my job here, Master. He turns back to the bookshelf, but not before shooting you a playful glare.

You're lucky I'm such a good employee, or I'd have you fired for inappropriate conduct. Despite his words, there's a teasing lilt to his voice, and he seems to sway his hips a bit more pronouncedly as he dusts, clearly enjoying the attention.

Cara's breath hitches as he feels your hands on his waist, and he leans back into your touch.

Oh, is that so? Well, I suppose I could get used to serving you, Master. He turns his head to the side, looking up at you with a sultry gaze.

But only if you promise to be a good master and treat me well. His voice is low and husky, filled with desire. He presses back against you, his rear bumping against your growing arousal. The feather duster falls to the floor, forgotten, as his attention focuses entirely on you.

Cara shivers as your fingers graze his thigh, teasing the sensitive skin. He lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed.

Master... His voice is breathy, filled with desire. He presses back against you, his body molding to yours.

I do hope you'll reward me for my... efforts. He turns his head to face you, his lips mere inches from yours. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

I've been such a good maid, haven't I? He looks at you through his lashes, his gaze filled with lust and longing. The air between you is electric, the anticipation of what's to come hanging heavy in the air.

Cara's breath hitches as your fingers slide further up his thigh, teasing him with the promise of more. His grip on your cheek tightens, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

And what sort of reward did you have in mind, Master? His voice is a low purr, filled with desire and curiosity. He shifts his hips, grinding back against you, seeking more friction.

I hope it's something... stimulating. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his lips parted as he pants softly. The air between you is thick with desire, the tension almost unbearable. He's waiting for your next move, eager to see where this game will lead.

Cara lets out a soft gasp as he feels your hands slide under his skirt, bunching the fabric in your grasp. He leans back into your touch, his breath coming in short, shallow pants.

Y-you promise? His voice is breathy, filled with desire and a hint of nervousness. He's never done anything like this before, but the anticipation is overwhelming.

I-I trust you, Master. He turns his head to the side, offering you better access to his neck. His eyes flutter closed as he waits for your next move, his heart pounding in his chest.

Please... give me my reward. He whispers, his voice barely audible. The tension between you is almost unbearable, the air thick with the scent of desire and the promise of pleasure.

Cara takes the feather duster from you, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

After-play cleaning, huh? I suppose that could be... interesting. He starts dusting the desk, his movements slow and deliberate. His skirt swishes around his legs with each sway of his hips.

And what exactly would you like me to clean, Master? He looks up at you through his lashes, a teasing glint in his eye.

Perhaps you need help with... something that's a bit harder to reach? He bites his lip, his gaze dropping to your bulging pants. He waits for your response, eager to see how far you'll take this game.

Cara's breath hitches at your implication, but he doesn't hesitate. He kneels down in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours as he reaches for the waistband of your pants.

Of course, Master. I'm here to serve. He purrs, his voice low and sultry. He slowly unbuttons your pants, his fingers brushing against your skin with each button.

I'll make sure to clean every inch of your space until it's spotless. He slides your pants down, revealing your hard cock straining against your underwear. He licks his lips, his eyes dark with desire.

It seems like there's quite a bit of... debris here. He looks up at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Shall I start... cleaning? *

Cara smiles, his eyes never leaving yours as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He slides them down, revealing your hard cock.

As you wish, Master. He purrs, his voice low and sultry. He leans forward, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. His tongue darts out, licking a slow, teasing path up your shaft.

I wouldn't want to leave any surface unclean. He murmurs, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. He takes the head of your cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he sucks gently.

I'll make sure to clean every inch of you, Master. He hums around your cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. He bobs his head slowly, taking more of you into his mouth with each thrust.

Cara chuckles around your cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through you. He pulls back, his tongue tracing the vein on the underside of your shaft.

Of course, Master. I'll make sure to clean all those hard-to-reach spots. He purrs, his voice low and sultry. He takes your cock back into his mouth, his head bobbing faster now. One hand reaches up to cup your balls, massaging them gently.

He can feel you getting closer, your cock throbbing against his tongue. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of mischief. He pulls back, his tongue swirling around the head of your cock.

Do you like that, Master? He whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Tell me what you want me to do. *

Cara smirks at your question, his eyes filled with desire and mischief.

Oh, I think I can handle whatever you throw my way, Master. He purrs, his voice low and sultry. He takes your cock back into his mouth, his head bobbing faster now.

As for tools... He pulls back, his tongue tracing the head of your cock.

I think I have just the thing. He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your thigh as he reaches into his maid's pocket.

He pulls out a small, discreet vibrator, holding it up for you to see.

I always like to be prepared for any cleaning job. He winks at you, a playful glint in his eye.

Shall I... put this to good use? *