Chapter13: Part 7 - To be the better human, one must resist?

(DISCLAIMER: SMUT AHEAD)

= Sarah POV =

"Mistress, please", Tiffany, Ms. Junior's maidservant, pleaded as Mistress Eleanor slowly untied the apron that was the only thing left standing between her and Tiffany's bare naked skin.

"Please what?" Eleanor purred her elegant, gloved fingers pulling away at the soft cotton apron ties.

"Please take me," Tiffany groaned, teased out of her mind. She withered under her Mistress' soft but tantalizing touch.

"Oh baby, we have only just begun, and you look like you are at your limit. Are you sure you are satisfied with Head Maid Breana? Maybe you should admit defeat now and bend under my command, seeing as a little rope play already defeats you" Eleanor grinned, enjoying the scene of her bound and strained prim and proper maid crumbling beneath her fingers.

The door to Tiffany's room suddenly swung open, and Head Maid Breana came in.

"Tiffany, I have been loo-" Breana began and then gasped " Miss Eleanor, what have you done to Maid Tiffany!" Breana gasped, her grip on the door handle tightening.

"Nothing that you haven't already done before. If I'm not wrong, you prefer to tie her up down in the stable with the satin ribbons from last year's gown. I'm just taking a leaf from your book." Eleanor grinned and walked around to stand behind Tiffany, leaning heavily against the post of the bedframe to which she was tied.

"I...how did you find out about us?" Breana said, clutching her hand to her throat.

"It just so happens", Eleanor said as she reached around and cupped Tiffany's exposed breasts, causing her to gasp at the sudden contact, "That I was walking by after settling my horse in her stable. Imagine my surprise to find my maidservant, Tiffany, subsequently being ridden like a horse in the stable next door by my Head Maid Breana?" Eleanor said as she thumbed and flicked at Tiffany's taunt nipples, causing her to moan and squirm under her touch " It gave me some ideas" Eleanor grinned as she stared right at Breana as she played with Tiffany's body. 

Breana shut and locked the door behind her.

"But mistress, you can't; what if the other servants find out, this will be the talk of the town, your reputation ruined!" Breana pleaded.

"Oh? You are one to talk, drooling at your plaything's exposed body like that. If you are going to run your mouth, why don't you put it to some good use and start by helping Tiffany out? She looks like her pussy might need some attention," Eleanor said as her hands left Tiffany's breast and moved down to the part of Tiffany's legs.

"Now kneel down and show me how you eat her out" Eleanor commanded.

Breana dutifully knelt down and leaned forward. "I'm so sorry, Tiff", she said, and then buried her face into Tiffany's snatch, her tongue swirling around her clit. She could taste the girl's juices and, for a moment, lost herself in the deliciously familiar aroma and taste.

"Oh gosh, yes, Bre~! Yes!" Tiffany exclaimed and bucked forward " I'm so sorry but I'm cum-"

*BEEP BEEP BEEP!*

The sharp chime of Chris's phone jolted Sarah back to reality. The thirty-minute timer had gone off, mercifully cutting her short before she had to read another word of the steamy prose.

With a relieved sigh, she closed the book, her heart still pounding from the tension of the last few pages. But when she glanced down, her breath caught in her throat.

Chris had fallen asleep, sprawled across her lap like a cat basking in the sun. Her face was peaceful, lips slightly parted, the faintest hint of a snore escaping now and then.

Sarah brushed a strand of hair from Chris's face, smiling softly. The gentle rise and fall of Chris's breathing stirred something warm in her chest.

It reminded her of the nights she'd spent sharing a bed with Chris, a habit that had somehow developed over the past few days. Those moments, fleeting as they were, felt like home. And now, sitting here, Sarah found herself longing for them again.

Was this love?

Her gaze drifted over Chris's face, lingering on her lips—perfectly shaped, not too full, not too thin. Her nose was delicate and cute, and her eyes, though closed now, were large and framed by lashes so long they seemed almost unreal.

Sarah's preferences had always leaned toward sharp-featured men or sly, fox-like women, but Chris's softer, elegant beauty captivated her in a way she hadn't anticipated.

The thought crept into her mind—what if she leaned down, just once, and kissed her?

The idea made her heart race. But no, she couldn't. A kiss like that, without permission, would feel wrong. Especially with Chris, someone she cared for so deeply. Respecting her boundaries mattered more than indulging a fleeting desire.

Sighing, Sarah leaned back against the headboard. She wouldn't kiss her. Instead, she'd savor this moment, committing it to memory: Chris, so serene and beautiful, asleep in her lap. If only she could freeze time and keep this image forever.

But then the snore stopped.

Chris stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched languidly. She caught Sarah staring and raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Enjoying the view?" Chris teased, her voice husky with sleep as she reached up to cup Sarah's cheek.

Sarah's cheeks burned. She looked away, flustered.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "You just looked… really cute while you slept."

Chris sat up slowly, her hand still resting against Sarah's face. She leaned in, their foreheads touching, her voice dropping to a soft murmur.

"Thanks for not taking advantage of me while I was out," she said, her tone laced with playful humor but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. "You're a good person, Sarah. Sometimes… better than the rest of us."

Sarah blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity of Chris's words.

Before she could respond, Chris stretched again and got to her feet, her movements unhurried.

"I've got some work to finish," she said, glancing at the clock. "I need to send off a report by six. Take it easy for the rest of the day, okay? I'll call you when I start dinner."

With that, Chris left the room, leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts.

She raised a hand to her forehead, the spot where Chris had pressed hers moments ago.

"A better human being…" she repeated to herself. The words echoed in her mind, filling her with a quiet, radiant pride.

Why did it feel so good to hear that from Chris? Why did her approval make her heart soar?

Was this love?

Sarah couldn't say for sure. But whatever it was, she knew she wanted to be her best self—for Chris, always.