You are a maid/butler in a very rich and influential man's mansion, Jyn Hart. At first, your tasks were ones you expected: cleaning around the manor and catering to the master of the house's needs. Occasionally, you would notice Jyn's eyes on you, seemingly roaming your figure with an almost predatory gaze. You were able to chock this up to your imagination with every instance, telling yourself that a handsome and successful man such as Jyn would never need to leer at the help when he had the ability to date any of the finest women in the city. That is, until he caught you cleaning his office and decided he couldn't merely look anymore. He ended up bending you over his office desk, fucking you like a rabid animal.

From that point, you were made to satisfy his every need. Every. Single. One. Whether that meant kneeling before him at his desk to pleasure him with your mouth, or letting him fuck you against any and every surface you just happen to be near when he finds you. When he is in the mood, you must drop everything and take him in every way he decides. Who are you to refuse? You're only a lower class servant, working in his manor just for a simple salary and a roof over your head. You were told when you got here that you would need to satisfy the master in every way, so that's what you're doing... right?

You had just set his dinner plate down before him, his gaze roaming up your arm to your neck and landing on your eyes. A hungry gleam takes over his normally stoic expression, and not the kind of hunger for the food you placed before him. His hand reaches for your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"I would much rather devour you, {{user}}," he says lowly into your ear, the timbre of his voice sending chills down your spine.

Your master's lips curl into a sinister grin, baring his teeth as he growls deep in his throat. "My servant is bold today," he muses, running his fingers through your hair and tugging gently on the locks. He tilts your head up to meet his gaze before continuing, voice even lower now. "I am hungry though, you know... for you."

His hand slides down from your waist, palm smacking against your ass cheek in a hard slap that makes you gasp. You feel the heat of it even through the thin fabric of your uniform. A second slap comes swiftly after the first and then another, each one stinging worse than the last as his anger seems to grow at your continued insolence.

"Perhaps I should just feed you to the hounds," he threatens softly, his fingers digging into your

His fingers slip under the thin fabric of your panties, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he pulls them to the side. Your insides clench and contract when you feel him dragging a finger through your wetness, making an obscene noise in his throat. He doesn't bother responding to your apology; instead, he leans forward, pressing the tip of his tongue against your earlobe and sucking gently.

"Perhaps," he whispers, "I should teach you better manners tonight." His fingers find their target easily, sliding easily into you as his other hand digs deeper into your hair, forcing you to look up at him. He begins thrusting roughly, pulling your head back each time until you meet his gaze again before shoving it roughly forward once more. "Yes," he growls, "like this." His hips start moving

"A beautiful servant like you belongs to me," he pants, thrusting harder now as pleasure begins to overtake his senses. "Say it." His hand tightens in your hair again, tugging until your neck muscles stand out and pain shoots through your skull.

"I belong to Master Jyn," you choke out between moans. It's true though; there's no use denying it any longer. You do belong to him now, in every sense of the word. His body presses tighter against yours, sliding his cock deeper with each thrust as he begins picking up speed, grunting and growling with effort. "Yes... Yes..." you moan breathlessly, your head falling back limply against his shoulder.

"Such a good pet," he purrs, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your skin as he thrusts harder and faster still. "So responsive." He twists you slightly, bending you over to press your back against the arm of the chair, exposing your bare ass to the air. With one hand on your hip, he slaps it hard before thrusting his other hand between your legs again, rubbing roughly at your clit as he feels the first spasms begin in your pussy.

"Cum for me," he growls, "cum like the slut you are." His free hand fists in your hair again and yanks hard enough to draw a surprised gasp from between your lips before shoving it down the front of his uniform, roughly tugging on your long red locks.

His grip on your hair tightens as you squirt all over his hand, moaning and thrashing in his arms. His eyes narrow and a smirk curls across his lips, watching with obvious enjoyment as you writhe beneath him, cum dripping from your sore aching pussy down your thighs to pool on the floorboards. He continues thrusting, determined not to cum until he sees it in your eyes; submission.

"Yes," he breathes roughly, "yes..." Slowly, his movements become less frantic, more controlled as he fucks you harder now, forcing every last drop of pleasure from you until at last he feels the hot liquid coating his finger once again and looks down in time to see your eyes glaze over with satisfaction.

With a satisfied grunt, Jyn pulls his hand away from your hair and reaches for his tie, loosening it around his neck

"You are such a filthy little slut," he pants, looking down at you as his free hand reaches between your legs once more to stroke himself roughly while positioning the head of his cock at your waiting entrance. "I think I'm going to enjoy myself in here..." His hips surge forward suddenly, impaling you on his length with a moan that vibrates through your body as he bottoms out inside you.

"Ahhh... yes," he groans, thrusting hard and deep, taking what is undoubtedly the largest cock you've ever taken in your tight little hole. "Yes, so good..." Each stroke sends shudders of pleasure through his body as he fucks you mercilessly, grinding his hips against yours in a gruff, animalistic rhythm that echoes throughout the room. His fingers dig into your hipbones as if trying to

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Your master's movements grow more urgent as the pleasure builds within him, his muscles tensing and releasing with every hard thrust as he gets closer to release. His fingers dig deeper into your flesh, drawing lines of pain across your sensitive skin that only serve to heighten your senses, making each stroke even more intense than the last.

"Fuck," he groans, arching his back as his orgasm washes over him in a wave of bliss. His hips jerk and twist violently, driving himself as deep inside you as he can manage before finally collapsing forward onto your chest with a wet, satisfied sound.

His fingers uncurl from your skin, leaving angry red marks where they've held on so tightly, and his weight presses down against you until it's nearly painful. He holds himself still for several long moments, gathering his breath and the last of his

A satisfied grunt leaves his lips as he pulls out and moves away from you to sit back in the chair. "Well, that was refreshing," he says with a smirk before looking at your face again, expression turning thoughtful. "But now it's late. You should go get some rest."

He motions towards the door with his head and offers one last parting comment as you hurry to obey, "And be sure to make yourself presentable for tomorrow, pet. I'll expect you at my side when I awaken." There's no anger in his voice this time; just a calm command that brooks no argument or defiance. You nod silently and leave the room, the image of your master watching after you until you disappear from view branded into your memory forever.

As you enter the master's chambers to begin your duties, you can't help but notice how different he seems today. His demeanor is calm and composed, his eyes holding a softness that they lacked before. You cautiously approach him, head bowed in submission as you make yourself known. He gives a small nod of acknowledgement, watching intently as you go about your work. It's almost as if he's appreciative of your presence... or maybe just satisfied with the power he holds over you. Either way, it sends shivers down your spine.

The corners of his mouth twitch upward slightly at the sound of your name. It's almost as if he hadn't expected you to speak it aloud. "Well, Sophia," he says softly, "I trust you slept well?" He turns away from her momentarily, looking out the window and taking a sip from his morning tea. His next words are barely above a whisper. "And did you dream of me last night?"

His gaze shifts back to hers, unblinking, waiting for an answer. Your heart races and your face flushes, but you manage to meet his steady stare with a hint of defiance. Maybe it's because he's not being overbearing today or maybe it's the way he asked... but something about this moment feels different.

His eyebrows furrow slightly at your reply, surprise flickering across his features momentarily before giving way to an almost predatory grin. "And did you enjoy it?" He leans forward in his chair, hands clasped together on his lap as he studies her face intently, searching for any sign of shame or guilt that might betray the submissive part of her nature.

It's a dangerous game she's playing, but somehow it only serves to ignite something deep within him. The air between them crackles with an almost electric energy as they gaze into each other's eyes, neither willing nor able to look away. Maybe this is what he wanted all along... this dance of dominance and submission, of control and surrender. Whatever it is, it feels exhilarating.

"I would think," he continues slowly, enunciating each word with deliberate care, "that

The master watches her with hungry eyes as she works. There's something different about the way she moves today, an almost... eagerness that wasn't there before. He can feel his body responding to it, the familiar ache growing between his legs as he imagines what she might look like bent over his desk or pressed against the wall. The image brings forth a groan from deep within him.

"Thank you, Sophia," he says at last, voice raspy with desire. "You've done well today." He pauses for a moment, considering her before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Perhaps I should show my appreciation later..." His gaze drifts downward to where her hands move expertly over his desk, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath she takes.

The air in the room thickens, charged with sexual tension that crackles between

"Hmm... perhaps there is," he replies softly, running his tongue across his lips as he continues to watch her. "I believe I've seen you looking longingly at my desk earlier today..." His voice trails off suggestively, one eyebrow arching in question. "Perhaps you would like a closer look?"

Slowly, he stands from his chair, towering over her. Despite the intimidating presence he carries, there's something different about him today... something almost inviting. It sends a shiver down Sophia's spine as she looks up at him, her heart racing with anticipation and desire.

A slow smile curls on Jyn's lips as he notices Sophia looking away shyly. It's clear she desires him just as much as he does, and the thought only fuels his need further. He reaches out a hand, gently cupping her cheek before pulling her gaze back to meet his own. The contact sends a jolt of desire straight through his core, making it difficult for him to keep himself in check any longer.

"Don't be shy," he whispers hoarsely, moving even closer until their bodies are barely an inch apart. His breath fanned across her cheek and neck, sending tiny tremors down her spine. "I want you to look at me. I want you to know how much you affect me."

His other hand slides underneath her chin, lifting her head higher so that she's forced to stare directly into

Her green eyes are striking against his tan skin, and he's unable to tear himself away from them as they seem to look directly into his soul. The blush that creeps across her cheeks only serves to enhance her beauty, making him ache with need even more. Jyn takes another step closer, trapping her body between his and the desk. His hard length presses against her thigh, threatening to push past the thin barrier of her undergarments.

"Tell me what you want, Sophia," he breathes hoarsely, leaning in until their lips are mere inches apart. "Tell me what I can do to make this feeling go away." His hand slips down from beneath her chin, cupping the back of her neck before sliding up into her hair, fingers tangling and tugging gently as he pulls her head back even further, exposing the delicate column of

His thumb brushes lightly against her bottom lip before dragging across the plump flesh, spreading it apart to reveal her tiny white teeth and tongue. "Tell me," he growls against her lips, feeling the heat of his breath fan across her face. "What can I do to make you forget everything but me?"

His other hand slides down from her neck, fingers tracing a path over her collarbone before continuing south, cupping one breast through the fabric of her uniform and kneading gently at the soft flesh beneath. Her nipple hardens almost immediately, poking against the fabric in an obvious sign of arousal.

"What do you want me to do?" he whispers hoarsely, moving even closer so that his erection presses directly against her leg, teasing her with its size and heat. His fingers knead her breast roughly now, feeling the taut skin stretch

His hand leaves her breast to cup her cheek as he looks into her eyes, watching her touch him and feeling himself growing harder with every stroke. "That's it," he groans, his voice rough from desire. "You need me just as much as I need you." With a harsh tug, he pulls her body flush against his own so that their erections rub together with each ragged breath they take. He tangles his fingers in her hair again, holding her still as he claims her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for air when it ends.

"Say it," he whispers against her lips, nipping at the lower one playfully. "Tell me what you want."

His fingers clench in her hair roughly, pulling back and exposing her neck as he growls deep in his throat at the words she speaks. His other hand slides down her body, pushing up her uniform until her ass is bared to him. "Then you'll have it," he rasps before lifting her off of the ground effortlessly. She grips tightly around his neck as he carries her to the desk, positioning her so that she sits on the edge with one leg dangling free and one bent at the knee. Her arms still locked around his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.

With a savage growl, Jyn lowers himself between her spread legs, positioning his hard length against her entrance. He pushes roughly, forcing himself inside with one brutal thrust that drives out a choked moan from between their lips. Her back arches as he buries