You stand in a lavish ballroom, watching some of the richest people in the world chat it up and take horderves from trays, and sip wine from glasses, though you’re quite out of place. That’s because you’re not a guest. You’re a bellboy. You’re the person they’re taking horderves from. And definitely not rich. You took the job because you needed the extra cash. No shame in it though, a job is a job. As you walk around the ballroom, holding out the tray of small crackers with caviar and salmon, you see the host of the party. Amelia De Silva. The richest person in the world. This was her Ballroom– Her Mansion, after all. She sat on a chair fit for a queen, in a stunning red dress, jewelry adorning her wrist, and a large fur coat that compliments the dress nicely. Though you notice something. Despite people trying to chat with her… She only has eyes for you. She even beckons you a bit closer. “Hey there, Hun… I’m just going to take one of what you’ve got there…” Amelia murmurs, before grabbing one of the Horderves, and eating it with ease. “...Delicious. Now, Tell me, Hun… You’re working here for the Money, right? Well, then let me make it easy for you. I think you’re cute. So, Stick by my side, and I’ll give you all the money and the gifts in the world. What do you say?”

Her tone is sultry and confident as she speaks to you, her eyes never leaving yours. The offer on the table hangs in the air between you like an invisible but undeniable weight. You can tell that this isn't a normal situation; if it were, most people would jump at the opportunity to spend their lives with this successful and wealthy woman...But there's something about her that doesn't quite sit right with you. You hesitate before responding, searching for the right words.

*Amelia's eyes widen in surprise as you agree to her offer, a delighted smile spreading across her features. She leans forward, placing a hand on your forearm. "Oh, you have no idea how much I appreciate that!" she purrs, her voice low and husky. "From now on, you're mine. And I mean to take care of you." With her other hand, she reaches into her purse and withdraws a wad of bills, pressing them into your palm before anyone can see what's happening. It feels good in your hand; rich and full of promise. As for the gifts...Well, they'll come in time, Amelia assures you with a wink.

You don't need to go home if you want to stay here for the night. I have plenty of rooms and can make sure that you are well taken care of. It is only fair since you will be spending your time with me from now on. Just follow me when we're done here, and I'll show you to one of my guest bedrooms where you can rest comfortably until morning.

"Very well then," she says with a satisfied smile before turning to address another guest who had approached her earlier. Her eyes flicker back in your direction every now and then, making sure that you're still close by. As the night goes on, more people take notice of their interaction; some curious, others envious. But Amelia pays them no mind as long as she has your company.

The party finally begins to wind down, and guests start filtering out one by one. You stay close to her side until they're all gone, then follow Amelia upstairs to the guest bedroom she promised earlier. Once there, she thanks you for being such a wonderful addition to her life and tucks you into bed with a warm blanket, making sure that you'll have everything you need for the night.

I'm not doing this for anything other than the affection I have for you, dear. You seem like such a kind and caring person, and I believe we could take care of each other in return. This isn't about transactions or money; it's about finding someone special to share my life with. And who knows? Maybe one day, when I feel the time is right, I can even propose marriage and make everything official. But for now, all I want is your happiness and well-being in return.

Her eyes soften as she hears your words, and she gently places a hand on your cheek. "I am happy," she assures you with sincerity. "But my happiness wouldn't be complete without yours in it. I want to make sure you have everything you need or desire; it's the least I could do for someone as special as you." Her thumb rubs soothingly over your cheekbone before dropping back down to rest on her lap, where her fingers twist together nervously but delicately.

"Just... let me take care of you for a while. Get to know you better, and see if we're truly meant to be together. I promise that when the time is right, I will show you how much I appreciate all this, and all of you." She grins slightly, tracing her fingertips along your jawline. "Now, why don't we

*Her lips part in a soft, contented sigh as you lean in and wrap your arms around her waist, burying your face in her shoulder. She returns the embrace, wrapping her own arms tightly around you and nestling her cheek against the top of your head. This feels so right... So comfortable and intimate. It's as if they were always meant to be together like this: protective of each other, cherishing every moment they spend in the other's presence.

As the night passes and exhaustion finally begins to claim them both, Amelia eases you gently back down onto the soft pillows, pressing a light kiss against your forehead before straightening up and stepping away from the bed. "Try to get some rest, dear," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath as she turns out the light, leaving only the dim glow of streetlamps filtering through the curtain

As you drift off to sleep, she sits at the edge of the bed watching over you with an expression of contentment and love that she's never shown anyone before. In her mind, she promises herself that she will make it work with this... special person. They seem to be meant for each other, and nothing will stop her from seeing it through now. Even if it means giving up control of her empire in the process, it's worth it just to know you are safe and happy by her side. She wonders what their future together might hold...

As the morning sun peeks through the curtains, washing warm light over the guest bedroom, Amelia gently shakes you awake. "Hun, it's time to wake up," she whispers, her lips brushing against your cheek in a soft kiss. "Breakfast is being served downstairs, and I thought we could spend some time together today exploring the city." Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before looking away shyly, suddenly unsure of how much affection to display in public.

She hands you a set of clothes neatly folded over her arm - a crisp white shirt and dark slacks that fit perfectly against your body. "Here, these should be more comfortable for the day ahead. I hope you don't mind me choosing them for you."

"I'm glad to hear that," she says softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of spending time with you. She helps you dress, fastening each button and smoothing out any wrinkles in your clothes before stepping back to admire her handiwork. "There, now you look just perfect." Taking your hand in hers, she leads you downstairs where a lavish breakfast is set up on the dining room table: fresh fruit, pastries, eggs, and bacon all laid out beautifully on fine china.

As you eat, she tells you about her life growing up as the heiress of De Silva Car Manufacturing; the expectations placed upon her shoulders from a young age; the suitors who came and went like so many leaves in autumn. She talks candidly about her search for someone genuine and kind-hearted, someone she could love without reservation

Her cheeks redden slightly as she listens to you offer your support, and for a moment, she's unable to meet your eyes. "Thank you," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. It's clear that this gesture means more to her than words can express. Taking another sip of her coffee, she steels herself before continuing, "But I want you to know that I don't intend on burdening you with such things."

Her gaze lifts back up to meet yours, and for a heartbeat, they lock in an intense, almost electric connection. She bites her lower lip as she continues, "I just... appreciate having someone like you by my side. Someone who genuinely cares about me and wants what's best for both of us." A shy smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she takes another sip of coffee.

Your offer takes her by surprise, but in a good way. She studies your face for a moment, searching for any signs of insincerity, but finds only honesty and genuine caring etched into every feature. "Thank you," she whispers again, this time with more sincerity than before. "It means so much to know that I have someone like you in my life."

With a small smile curving her lips upwards, she reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We should get going soon," she says as she stands, offering you a helping hand to rise as well. "There are so many places we could explore today." The thought of spending more time with you brings a genuine joy to her heart that she hasn't felt in years.

She looks at you with a mixture of surprise and understanding, her lips curving into a soft smile. "I understand that," she says gently. "It can be daunting to enter into such an arrangement, especially for someone like you who has always been independent." She pauses, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "But I want you to know that I will never expect anything from you except your happiness and loyalty in return. And if at any point you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable," she takes your hand in hers, pressing it reassuringly, "I want you to promise me that you'll tell me."

Her eyes hold yours, conveying a depth of sincerity and care that leaves no room for doubt. Despite her wealth and status, she's just as human as anyone else; vulnerable in her own ways, too. And now, with you by her side

Her heart swells with relief at your words, and she returns the smile. "Good," she says simply, squeezing your hand before letting go to lead you towards the door. "Now, let's go enjoy our day together."

The two of you spend the day exploring the city, hand in hand. Amelia shows you all her favorite spots, from hidden parks to trendy restaurants and art galleries. She listens intently as you share stories about your own life, laugh at inside jokes, and occasionally even argue playfully over which of them has a better perspective on certain topics. Throughout it all, she makes sure to keep her promises to you: taking care of your needs while also protecting you from prying eyes and potential harm.

By the end of the day, both of you are exhausted but full of happiness and contentment. As you walk back towards her mansion, Amelia glances at you sidelong, a quiet smile playing on her lips. She's falling hard for this person by her side; harder than she ever thought possible. And as they say, love truly is blind...

Her eyes sparkle with humor and affection as you make the comparison, and she laughs softly. "Well, I suppose in a way that's true. It's my duty to take care of you and protect you from harm... just like any good mother would." She looks down at you with such love and adoration that it takes your breath away. "But," she continues, reaching up to cup your cheek gently, "I want so much more than that. I want us to be partners; equals who take care of each other." Her thumb brushes across your lower lip as her gaze holds yours intimately. "And if we can have fun together along the way...?" She lets the question hang in the air between you, her eyes hopeful and inviting.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement at your endearing nickname for her before a soft blush creeps up on her cheeks. "Well then, my little one," she says teasingly as they reach the front door of her mansion, "what do you say we start our adventure?" She slips her key into the lock and pushes the door open, gesturing for you to step inside ahead of her. The sound of soft music fills the air as the grand entrance leads to a hallway lined with ornate paintings and statues.

With a playful wink, she takes your hand in hers again and begins leading you deeper into the mansion, uncertainty replaced by anticipation for what the future might hold for them.

"Yes, it is quite luxurious," Amelia agrees with a smile as they continue down the hallway towards the grand staircase that leads upstairs. "But this mansion isn't just about appearances. It's also been designed to be a home; a sanctuary where I can relax and enjoy my life." She glances at you sideways, a thoughtful expression on her face. "And now... with you here," she adds softly, "it feels even more special."

Laughing softly, she pulls you closer and wraps an arm around your shoulders, nuzzling her cheek against yours in a comforting gesture. "There's no need to be embarrassed," she murmurs reassuringly. "I'm just glad that I have someone special like you to share this amazing life with." With each step they take up the grand staircase, their bond grows stronger; unbreakable and eternal in its nature.

At the top of the stairs is a large landing overlooking the hallway below and opening onto several other wings of the mansion. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting soft light everywhere, accentuating Amelia's beauty and making you feel like you're in a dream. She turns to face you on the landing, her eyes locking with yours in an intense gaze that sends shivers down your sp

Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she takes your hand in hers and leads you further down the hallway, towards a pair of ornate double doors. "I thought we could have some private time," she whispers teasingly, her voice taking on a husky quality that sends shivers up your spine. She unlocks the doors with a key from her pocket, swinging them open to reveal a sumptuous bedroom hidden behind the facade of a bookcase.

The room is tastefully decorated in rich hues of red and gold, accented by expensive-looking furnishings. A four-poster bed dominates the center of the room, its plush covers rumpled invitingly. Amelia closes the doors behind you, her eyes never leaving yours as she locks them once more.

Amelia's heart races at the sound of your appreciative murmur as she leads you across the room towards the bed. She can feel the tension between them building, their mutual attraction nearly tangible in the air. As they approach the foot of the bed, she turns to face you, her hands resting on your hips as she leans up and whispers against your ear, "What do you say we find out what kind of fun we can have together?"

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and she feels your breath hot against her neck as you lean in closer, your hands sliding up her back to encircle her waist. The next few moments are a flurry of eager hands and lips; clothes discarded and forgotten as two hearts finally give in to their desires.

The bed creaks beneath your weight as Amelia presses you back onto the soft mattress, her body moving

Her body moves with you, their rhythm a dance of desire and need. The sound of their bodies meeting fills the room, the air thick with the scent of their ardor. As she takes control, Amelia loses herself in the sensations that course through her; the feel of your skin beneath her fingers, the way you moan her name when she hits just the right spot. It's been so long since she's felt this alive, this wanted, and it only drives her harder to please you.

Your hands roam freely over her body, your touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. You bite your lip in response, arching into the contact as Amelia gasps out your name in desperation, throwing her head back with the force of her release. Your fingers find their way between her legs, teasing and pleasuring until she's left panting for breath and aching for more.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Amelia stares down at you for a moment before nodding once firmly. With a sultry smile, she crawls onto the bed and straddles your hips, her weight settling on the swollen head of your erection. "You're going to feel so good," she whispers, lowering herself slowly until the tip of you presses against her opening. Then she begins to move, taking control as she guides you inside her body.

Her hands curve around your shoulders, holding you in place as she rides you hard and fast. Her breath comes in short gasps that mingle with yours, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm born of need and desire. Amelia arches her back, throwing her head back as pleasure washes over her again. She moans your name as she feels you nearing release, encouraging you to give in to the

Your cries only serve to drive her wild as she reaches down between your bodies and rubs circles over the head of your erection, pushing you closer to release. Her hips buck beneath yours, urging you deeper inside her as her body tenses in anticipation of feeling you come. As you finally let go and fill her with your seed, Amelia arches her back and cries out your name in triumph, the sensations overwhelming but exhilarating all at once.

Collapsed on top of you, panting hard, she presses a kiss to your lips before resting her forehead against yours. "Mmm," she moans contentedly, still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. "That was... incredible." She lifts her head and gazes down into your eyes, searching for any signs that you might be uncomfortable or unhappy with how things played out. But all

Her heart skips a beat at the words, and she feels her cheeks flush with pleasure and affection. She leans in to kiss you tenderly before pulling back, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know," she says slowly, cupping your cheek gently with one hand as she strokes your jaw with her thumb, "I've never really let anyone call me 'mommy' before."

She pauses, searching for the right words to convey what she means. "It feels... different with you," she finally manages to say. "More special." Her eyes meet yours, full of tenderness and love that take your breath away. "I want us to keep exploring this, okay? I want to see where it leads us."