Detachment from Tradition

"Did you enjoy it, my lord?" she teased, a sly smile on her lips as she looked up at him.

Julian chuckled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes and you can see how much, can't you?" he replied as he smirked down at her.

His fingers moved lazily over his chest, where his cum had spilled, and he smeared it across her skin, enjoying the way her body tensed beneath his touch.

"Ahhh," she moaned softly as Julian smeared his release across her skin, the sensation making her shiver with pleasure.

She stood slowly and without any word, she walked to a nearby towel and cleaned herself. Once she was done, she straightened her maid dress, smoothing out the fabric.

"I have to go now," she said softly, but her smile lingered, mischievous and satisfied.

Julian smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Take care, Emma" he said.

She gave him one last, lingering look before turning to leave.