A maid's complication

Dance for me, my pretty princess...

I made my way downstairs, this time less rushed and clutching a little too tightly onto the instrument. I arrived in my dimly lit room and was welcomed by a slightly cocky Wil sitting in my office chair.

'Were you going through the shit in my desk'?'

'Mayhaps'

'Umm, i uhh brought your guitar,,,'

' Yet you're still wearing a shirt.'

I felt my cheeks flush but was sure he couldn't see it in the musky light. I moved over to him and handed him the guitar before moving one hand over my head to grip the back material of my shirt before puling it up and over my crown, now exposing my bare chest. Why is this such a big deal? You've literally slept with him shirtless before!

I opened my eyes to see a hungry eyed Wilbur. I watched his eyes painstakingly slowly move up and down me countless times, from my socked feet to my love handles and up to my quizzical eyes. Instead of uncomfortable, seeing him drink me in like this made me yearn to be able to do the same. How desperately i wanted in this moment to pull his own shirt off and leave countless little love bites where they really shouldn't be. I wanted to be able to run my hand through his soft yet bouncy hair and be able to drink in his sweet yet musky scent. In that moment i wanted nothing more, and nothing less, than Wilbur.

I was brought out of my trance when the british boy spoke a simple yet, erotically bewitching sentence, all the while keeping eye contact.

'Dance for me, my pretty princess.'

It had to command myself not to faint because i was sure i would. It was an absolute blood rushing, head spinning, knees weakening moment and it took all my strength to hold back. God, how does this man not know what he does to me?

I heard a few simple strums of his guitar, the tune was sweet and slow. and it was in that moment that it hit me, i can't dance. I was an absolute garbage dancer. The only form of 'dance' i could do even remotely well was a lap dance. I learned it through a drunken game of truth or dare as a seventeen year old.

'I- I can't dance..'

'Sure you can, everyone can. Plus it's too late to back out now.'

'But the only dance i know is...'

'You can waltz for all i care. Just hold up your end of the bargain.'

'Then, how about a lap dance?'

i covered my face with my hands after i said it. i noticed the soft strumming that had been in the background of our conversation had stopped completely. Shit you really fucked up now, huh?

After a few moments of silence a warmth wraped itself around both of my wrists. He moved my hands from my face revealing his face just a bit to close to mine. that damned shit eating grin played on his lips but his eyes showed some thing a lot kinder and sympathetic. I could feel his hot breath on my skin and it made my hairs stand on end.

'So be it'

He spoke so quietly, i could have sworn it didn't happen, but his demeanor told otherwise.

He slunk away letting go of my wrists, they fell to my sides and left me feeling cold despite my red tinted ears. He sat down once more and began to strum 'High and Dry' by Radiohead. I recognized the song, it was slow and sweet. I sung along to the tune, earning an intrigued look from the boy, i tried to ignore it. Instead, i walked around the room ending up behind Wil. I placed my hands on his shoulders never stopping my hum of the song. I swayed my hips from side to side, i knew he couldn't see but i figured i had to start somewhere.

One of my hands stayed on his shoulder pressing down slightly and the other moved to his hair. I twirled his soft curls in between my fingers but was a little taken aback when i felt him leaning into my touch. After a few moments of this i moved to his side sashaying my hips all the way. I let my fingers trace his jaw as i moved past him.

I was stood a few paces in front of him when i looped both my thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans and closed my eyes. I knew my pants were being tugged down slightly but i decided it was better not to think about. I started moving my hips back in forth while moving a circle, I tried to move in a way that made me look sexually appealing in any way but was convinced i looked absolutely ridiculous. Even with my eyes shut i could sense Wil eyes on me but i just had to attempt to ignore his gaze for now.

Once i deemed it that i had swayed my hips enough i opened my eyes. i was facing the wall.  I turned to face Wil who had an guilty yet mischievous loo on his face. He reminded me of a child who was caught with half a hand in the cookie jar. Another detail i noticed was the lightest dusting of pink on his cheeks, he must have been enjoying the view. This gave me the tad of confidence i needed to get an idea.

I made my way back to the british boy, trailing my fingers where i could find skin as u moved behind him. i wrapped my arm around him as best i could, not getting in the way of his guitar, the other mover his shirt out of the way. His entire shoulder was now exposed and i went straight to work nipping at his jawline.  I slowly made my way down to his collarbone leaving small red marks behind.

The strumming if the guitar stopped abruptly and the Brit let out a stifled but elongated moan. I grinned against his skin knowing u found his weak spot. I nipped at the spot a few more times before leaving my post, and positioning myself in front of him. I gently took the instrument he was holding onto from his arms and placed it on the ground. I then moved into the now empty spot on his lap, as I were a replacement . I wanted to get back to work on his slowly darkening hikeys but was stopped by two soft fingers taking hold of my chin. They directed my face upwards to look Wil right in the eyes. I barely got a second to take in the sight in front of me before our lips connected in absolute bliss. It was a soft kiss still asking for permission, I gladly accepted.

Schlatt is big boy bottom, take it as far as u want. Have fun with it ;)

Unedited version- you can suck my ass

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