Her New Butler Ch. 03

Later the same day. Elle was lying on her bed, thinking. How could she use her new butler? So many possibilities. He may have some future as her toy. She knew she had to make him comfortable at being her butler/sex toy. She wanted someone to satisfy her every whim. But could he handle that? He hadn't quit yet. Even though she had given him the opportunity. She was forging a plan in her head. How to break him down. How to make him submit to her on his own? Her thoughts were drifting to a plan that would make him dependent on her. Make him need her. Perhaps taking his pleasure from him and then granting him little drops of it. That was a good plan, she thought, but she needed to carry it out slowly as to not frighten him. He was indeed good looking and had a decent prick. But she wanted more. She wanted him to become hers without him even realising it.

She would sank her claws into his mind. Her mind went back to thinking about how to test if he got what she needed. Or so she thought. She could easily find a replacement for him, like she had done before he arrived. Her last butler had quit since he could not handle her. Elle tested them in all ways she found entertaining. She wanted them to submit to her willingly. Even get obsessed with her. She would push their boundaries, making them submit to her. Then play with them. But they could never truly have her. She had her reasons for that. Being hurt too many times, she felt like there was no true love in the world and didn't want anybody beside her. Until she met Cinthia Thorn. Her Domme mentor. It was some years back. She was by herself in a bar, which name she did not remember. She had told the man to leave her alone, but he was persistent. That's when the then unknown Cinthia came to her rescue. She came from behind the man and kicked him in the balls, making him fall to the ground. She then continued kicking him until she was sure he wouldn't get up. Elle watched her, confused, but also thankful that she came to her rescue.

"Don't let some worms bother you. You have power, you just need to show it."

Elle's eyes filled with admiration towards that woman. She had been hurt far too many times already. Most of her ex-lovers eventually got bored and started either cheating or broke things off since they were not looking for a long-term relationship. They, of course, blamed it on her, to justify their actions. When Cinthia left the bar. Elle rushed off to chase after her. Cinthia saw potential in her and agreed to help. Over the course of a few years, she made her what she is today. A more dominant persona, which helped her both in life and in her business.

Meanwhile, Adrian was running around the house doing absolutely anything he could to score some good points with his new employer. He did the dishes, mowed the lawn, cleaned the floors in most rooms. He was about to do something else to do when she called.

"Adrian!" she yelled.

He rushed off to her side like his life depended on it.

"Yes, mistress. How may I help?"

"Drive me to work. So, I can check something out."

He didn't know where she worked exactly. Perhaps it would be good to know. He can get her if needed.

"Yes, mistress. As you wish."

"Let's drink a cup of coffee and go."

She went to the kitchen after taking a shower. He had just brewed the coffee. It was good that she took a little more time. That allowed him to find where everything was located.

"Here you go, mistress, enjoy."

"I want you to bow when you say that." Her were eyes fixed on him. She was interested in him right now.

Adrian didn't feel as ashamed as before. At least this time he had clothing on.

He bowed in front of her and put the coffee on the bar, while repeating his words. She drank her coffee fast and got up to get ready. When she returned, she was in her working mode. Her sexy mode. Wearing a beige suit with knee-length skirt that showed her class yet emphasized her sexy body. And heels so high that she could reach the heavens.

"Let's go." she said and threw him the keys to the car.

It seemed it was a Rolls-Royce.

"Yes, mistress."

They left the mansion. He opened the door for her. The Rolls-Royce was amazing. Dark grey with black interior. He opened the door for her, then closed it and hopped in the front to drive. She told him the address, and they got there fast by GPS. He threw her a few glances since she wasn't saying anything. She kept staring through the window into the cloudy sky. It seemed to relax her somehow. Or so Adrian thought. When they got there, she told him to wait inside the car. After a long four-hour wait, which to him seemed even longer, she came out of the building. She seemed angry. Maybe things weren't going as she planned. Adrian hurried to open the door for her. She hopped into the car without saying a word, while he closed her door and hurried to the driver's seat.

"Drive me home, Adrian." she said, exhaling.

"Those shitty ass fuckers. I'll fucking fire all of them. They can't do anything on their own. Why the fuck did I hire them?"

Adrian remained silent and drove her home. He wasn't sure what to say, so he remained silent. If she needed to talk, she would do it.

"These bitches can't do shit. Now I have to fix their mess. Damn it." she exhaled. "Sorry, Adrián. I'm fucking pissed."

"It's alright, mistress. I'm here to listen."

"I don't want to talk about it."

They returned to the mansion, and he opened the door of the car for her, then the door of the mansion. He hurried to park the car and returned to her side.

Adrian looked for her. She was sitting in a green armchair in the room next to hers. There was a fireplace in front of her. It wasn't lit, yet she stared at it like it was. As though imaginary, flames were dancing there, begging for her attention.

"Adrian, will you strip naked for me? I enjoy looking at your body."

Her voice was sounded tired. He felt it was wrong to decline. He also wanted to feel that warmth in his stomach that he had felt previously.

"Yes, mistress."

She turned towards him with a curious look. The smile returning to her face.

He took his clothing off and folded it on the floor. Keeping his underwear on.

She was still staring at the flames. But she noticed his movements had stopped, so she turned to look at him. When she saw him, her face became bitter. Yet, her tone remained calm.

"Listen here, Adrian. I told you to strip. And I said it so I can look at your prick. There is no need to be embarrassed. You have a good-looking body and a good dick. Please don't make a lady ask twice." her voice remained calm all the way though.

A part of him knew that was the case. But he was a little hesitant to do it. It still felt embarrassing. He thought she would let him off the hook.

"Pull these off and start masturbating." she said calmly. Exhaling, she looked at him until the warmth in her eyes was gone. She yelled. "Fucking do it already. God damn it, you're slow. Are you going to fucking freeze every time I tell you to strip? " She didn't want to yell at him, but her emotions got the better of her.

Feeling there was no room for bargaining, he agreed.

"Forgive me, mistress. It shall be done."

He started taking his clothes off like previously. Slowly, with some hesitance. But Elle was not in the mood for that.

"Hurry the fuck up!"

"Yes, mistress." he said, a little embarrassed.

Her eyes were fixated on his prick. He could tell and whilst he was trying to take his clothes off faster, he stopped when he got to his underwear. His prick betrayed his thoughts. He was embarrassed, but his cock stood at attention. He hadn't masturbated in a while. And yesterday when he made her come, turned him on so much, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Perhaps that was the reason his prick was hard, he thought. He held his palms in front of his underwear, hiding his prick. How was she so forward with everything? He thought to himself.

"Take that off and start fucking masturbating!"

Her voice was so authoritative. The need to obey went through his mind like a flash before dissipating.

He finally removed his underwear. His prick was semi-hard.

"You need a little help?"

He remained silent.

"Come here." she said calmly, like she hadn't yelled at him a second ago.

He slowly went to her, a little unsure.

"Lower, I don't want to get up."

He knelt so that his head was around her level and she couldn't help but laugh.

"I knew you would kneel in front of me on your own one of these days."

His face flushed with embarrassment. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. Elle smiled at his embarrassment. She almost forgot what she was angry about. She lowered her face in front of his. He moved back slightly, feeling too close to her. She grabbed him behind the head and pulled him closer to kiss his forehead.

"You're doing well, Adrian. Now won't you please masturbate for me?"

Her voice was so sweet he couldn't refuse. He shouldn't be so embarrassed, he said to himself. So, he took his prick in his hand. It was growing harder. He started slowly moving his hand and jerking off. She watched him without breaking eye contact.

"Would you like some help?"

He wasn't sure what to say. How could he say to his boss he wanted her to jerk him off? He couldn't. He seemed to take a little more to respond while thinking about that. Phrase it in a more polite manner. Elle knew he was embarrassed and went to him and caressed his cheek with her soft, warm hand. He enjoyed the feeling, even gasped a little when she did that. His reaction made Elle smile. She even suppressed her laugh.

"So, you want me to help you?"

He nodded.

She enjoyed his embarrassment and slowly went behind him. Kneeling down, she started running her fingers over his muscular body. That turned him on even more. He enjoyed her touch. Those soft feminine hands running trails over his body with nothing but her fingertips. He jerked his prick faster. Those trails sent waves of pleasure through his body. After she thoroughly explored his upper body, she went towards his prick. He removed his hand, thinking maybe she wanted to do it, but she did not touch it, so he reached for his prick again. His pumps were now faster. She started kissing his neck. Her soft lips sent shivers down his spine.

He jerked faster and faster. His breathing was turning irregular. Elle could tell he was getting closer. She went to his ear and licked it with her tongue. He gasped at the overwhelming sensation. He raised his hips while jerking faster. His prick twitching in his hand. His hand moving even faster. He tightened his abs and even legs. He was getting there. Soon he was about to come. Noticing this, Elle grabbed his hand and moved it to the side. He showed no resistance, thinking she would continue things for him. But she just watched his prick twitch with a smile on his face.

"Mistress, I'm close." he said, trying to make her let him continue.

"I know. We should probably stop for now."

"What! Why?" he asked, surprised.

"Well, you got more work to do." after a bit of a pause in which she thought what to say, she continued. "I want you to cook me something. I'm starving. Get that thing under control and go buy groceries."

"B-..."

She hurried to shut his mouth up by kissing him. A long kiss. She shoved her tongue inside his mouth, making him shut up. Adrian really enjoyed that kiss, so he gave up on his resistance. When she felt his body's tension ease away, she stopped, and their lips parted.

He stopped himself from protesting, knowing how she handled the affiliate firm. Was she going to fire him if he complained? What if he masturbated later? Not wanting to push her buttons, he agreed.

"Yes, mistress."

"Go make some food. I'm getting hungry."

"I will go prepare it straight away."

Giving her a little bow, he left the room and closed the door behind him. Once outside it, he stopped and leaned against the wall. Taking everything in. And trying to get his breathing under control. A couple of seconds passed, and he went on to make dinner. The way she treated him was quite peculiar. But it seemed to yet again spark that warm feeling inside him. He liked this feeling. A little flame inside him throwing heatwaves all over his body.

Elle went to read some book of hers, while Adrian went to buy groceries. She heard him come back half an hour later. She smiled to herself. Maybe she should tease him more. She put on training shorts and a top and went to him in the kitchen. Adrian was preparing the dinner when Elle came and sat at the kitchen bar table.

"How far along are you?"

He turned towards her. His face turned red. He could see her slim stomach and her perfect body. It turned him on instantly. Feeling the blood rush to his prick, he turned to steer the soup he was making, even though it wasn't necessary.

"Forty minutes and it should be done, mistress."

"Alright."

Elle stretched, showing her slim, and fit body. Adrian wanted to turn and gaze upon her more. But stopped himself. Knowing that his prick would become hard again.

"Adrian. I'm going to do some gymnastics in my room. Don't come bothering me. I'll come to eat after I shower."

"Understood, mistress."

She left with a smile on her face. He almost looked innocent. She wanted to peel those layers of innocence and make him into a perverted puppy. The thought of that was turning her on. So, she went to do her exercises before she became wet.

Adrian was just finishing up with everything, washing the last few dishes, then drying them, when he heard Elle call for him.

"Adrian!... Adrian!"

"Coming, mistress."

He went toward where he heard her voice. It was coming from her room.

"How may I help, mistress?"

She half opened the bathroom door. She was naked and hid behind the door. He averted his eyes from her out of respect. Even though he wanted to see her.

"I seem to have forgotten my bathrobe. It may be in the wardrobe. Check for me and give it here."

"Yes, mistress." he said, while his mind was thinking about seeing her naked body.

He went and found the robe on her bed and brought it to her, then gave it without looking.

She went out of the bath and sat on her bed.

"Adrian."

"Yes, mistress." he said, turning around, but looking down and lowered his head, realising that it would be inappropriate.

"Thank you. You can leave now."

He turned around, but his movement stopped when he heard her continuing.

"Or... would you rather stay and stare at the corner while I'm getting ready?"

He was about to leave, thinking she was joking. But she continued.

"I will give you reward if you stay, but no peeking. Here, take this and put it over your eyes."

She handed him a sleep mask. He went to take it, thinking she was joking. But he sort of knew that wasn't the case. Reaching for it, he took it. She didn't pull her hand back.

"Go ahead, put it on."

He put it on. She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, then guided him to sit at the end of her bed. He was so turned on. But he still clung to his sanity, trying to compose himself. He kind of understood that she enjoyed teasing him. Maybe it wasn't just her. His prick was becoming hard again. He thought it weird. He kept telling himself he wasn't into that kind of thing. But he wasn't so sure now. Even if he didn't want to admit it, she knew when she heard his breathing. It was obvious he enjoyed it. He simply needed to admit it to himself. When she dressed, she went to him and pushed him to lie on the bed. Then sat on his waist before he could move.

"What's with your breathing?"

"I'm sorry, mistress."

"Oh, are you?"

"Yes, I'll get it under control. I apologies."

"You already apologised."

"Is that your phone in your pants? It's in an unusual shape."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, is your prick getting hard? How inappropriate. And here I thought you would simply be my butler."

"I'm sorry, mistress."

He said that, but his mind was stuck on the last sentence.

"Do you want to come?"

"Y-Yes, mistress." he said, unsure whether it was a trick question.

She smiled. When she asked him not to masturbate, it was simply for fun. It was not an order. But he seemed to acknowledge it as one.

"Shoot! We have to go eat now. Perhaps later. You can wait until then, right?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good, alright go. I need to get dressed."

She got up and guided him through the door. Then, once out, she took the mask off of him, and closed the door.

Elle sat on her bed smiling, how easily she manipulated him. Into waiting to be allowed an orgasm.

Her hand lingered towards her slit, but she stopped herself, since she didn't want to get another shower so soon after the previous. She had to get dressed and go eat.

Meanwhile, Adrian stood outside her door. His back pressed against the wall. He slid down and sat on the floor, trying to remain calm and not let his lust shoot through the roof. His prick wouldn't go down. He had to think about something else he had promised to wait. Thinking he was still new at the job, he shouldn't allow himself leisure time. He slowly got up and went to set the table for her. Perhaps it would help get his mind off his horniness. He knew he could do it late at night. He would clean after himself, and she wouldn't know. But some part of him also enjoyed that. That part that made his stomach feel that warmness.